Supposing Queen Elizabeth had been misguided enough
to marry an English commoner.
Janette?
I'm sorry, Ms. Fox. I didn't quite hear.
Obviously, you are immersed in problems
of far greater significance than Elizabeth's foreign policy.
But these mental...
When I was a kid, I used to think there was a special place
where all the movie stars lived. A kind of Shangri-la.
And if you could just get inside there, you'd be happy. Forever.
All these years later, I'm finally inside. I've made it to Shangri-la.
My name's Sidney Young. I'm a celebrity correspondent,
a journalist, a friend to the stars.
Yeah, that... That isn't me.
This is me at the Apollo Film Awards in LA this year.
That's my Armani tuxedo.
That's an Omega Speedmaster Pro watch I'm wearing.
That's the actress Sophie Maes.
Last night, she told me she'd let me have sex with her
if she won the Best Actress award.
Oh!
She just won the Best Actress award.
My life didn't used to be like this.
Only a year ago, my alternative magazine,
the Post Modern Review, was on the ropes.
I needed a big celebrity scoop to save me from bankruptcy and humiliation.
But there was just one problem.
To cross the thin red line that separates the looky-loos from the stars,
you had to be famous.
- Babe? - Babe 3. Yeah.
- But he hasn't got any ID. - How many pigs are coming tonight?
What do you want? Me to leave him here with you? 'Cause I can, that's fine.
- I'll leave him here with you. - No, no, no.
You cannot leave him here. I've got a...
If you're positive you're supposed to.
Well, well. Sidney Young.
Well, well, clipboard Nazi-type woman.
The pig doesn't get in.
Plan B. If you couldn't crash the awards ceremonies,
you had to get into one of the after-show parties.
Of these, the most exclusive was the Sharps magazine party,
hosted by legendary editor Clayton Harding.
Here the A-list could finally relax,
safe in the knowledge that no looky-loo
would be desperate enough to book a room
in one of London's most expensive hotels,
just to get close to them.
Okay, Britney, I want you in bed by 10:00, okay?
And no porn.
When I'm in LA, I like to stay at the Chateau. Where else?
And then when I'm in London, I always like to stay here
at the Haymarket. 'Cause, you know,
I just got to the point now
when I don't feel at home unless I'm in a hotel.
- Do you know what I mean? - What is it that you do?
I'm a writer. I'm a movie writer.
Oh, great.
Hello? Sir?
Is everything all right?
And it is weird that I should see you,
'cause I was talking to the producer, like, last week,
and I was saying, you know, Thandie Newton, lead role.
- What do you reckon? - Yeah.
I'm serious, yeah,
because you have the intelligence and the beauty
and the fragility that I think we're looking for.
- What's the film? - It's called Tits of Fury.
- You are too much. - I am, aren't I?
I love it.
- What's your name again? - It's...
Clark. Clark Baxter. How do you do?
What is that? It's disgusting!
Oh, shit!
Sarah, get security. Sidney Young got in.
Who's Sidney Young?
Oh, fuck!
Plan C. Keep a low profile and leave as unobtrusively as possible.
Why do you not see how this is ridiculous?
It's a puerile and personal attack in alcoholic prose...
Can you get that?
...you manage to misquote both Derrida and Lyotard.
I'm sorry?
Can you get the phone, please?
My stupid... Your stupid fucking article!
I wouldn't do you the honor of calling it a review.
- I am... - A girl.
...an internationally respected academic and...
- Prick. - What?
You answer the phone. What do I pay you for?
I am an author...
- You don't pay me. - Answer the phone.
...in the history of culture. I am... A fuckwit!
Hello. Post Modern Review.
Sidney, if she doesn't apologize, I'm quitting.
You're going to have to apologize, okay? George can't leave.
- Why can't George leave? - Because he owns the fax machine.
- That's why. What? - It's them. It's Sharps magazine.
What are you gonna do about it then?
Well, I will take them to...
Names are ridiculous. I mean...
- We're finished. - We're not finished.
- If they sue, we're finished. - It's going to be all right.
- Give me the phone. Shut up. - Dead.
Be quiet!
Sidney Young.
This is Clayton Harding, editor of Sharps magazine.
- Lord Vader. - I saw you at my party,
just before you ruined it with your little pig stunt.
- You liked that, did you? - Sure.
I especially liked the part where Clint Eastwood beat the shit out of you.
Yeah, well, you listen to me, okay?
I'm not scared of you, Harding, all right?
You can sue if you like, but, you know,
it's like Jimmy Stewart said,
"All right. Yeah, you sit up there
"and you spin your little webs,
"and you think the whole world revolves around you and your money,
"but It doesn't, Mr... "
- Mr... - Potter.
Potter!
You can sue us, okay, but I warn you,
- if you strike me down... - Ms. Taylor's here to see you.
...I will become more powerful than you can possibly imagine.
A hundred men will spring up in my place.
Men who care nothing for success. Men who can't be bought.
- Men whose only loyalty... - I want you to come work for me
at Sharps magazine in New York.
- Fight, fight, fight, fight! - Fight, fight, fight, fight!
You can keep your fucking fax machine!
Can you say that again, please?
I see trees of green
Red roses too
I see them bloom
For me and you
And I say to myself
What a wonderful world
I see skies of blue
And clouds of white
Bright sunny days
Dark sacred nights
And I say to myself
Oh, fuck.
This magazine you're working for, it is good?
Yeah, with Sharps. You know, Sharps magazine.
Sort of high society, fashion, crime, finance, Hollywood celebrities.
Hollywood? Sodom and Gomorrah.
Now everybody is celebrity.
You take out your breasts, you're celebrity.
I think it probably depends on the breasts.
In Poland, someone was famous because they'd done something.
Marie Curie, Pope John Paul.
Yeah, well, they don't make entertainers like that anymore, do they?
Wise guy.
They brought your things yesterday.
Great. Yeah.
Yeah, it's nice.
I like it. Yeah, it's good. I'll put my drums in the corner over there.
It's a joke. They're just little. Congas.
- When you start work? - In the morning.
So you got to be fresh, make a good impression.
Go to bed!
That's exactly what I intend to do.
I get around Oh, yeah
I get around. Oh, yeah
I get around... Oh, yeah
I get around
Oh, yeah
I get around Oh. yeah
I get around
Around
I get around Oh, yeah
- Kona, please. - Make that two.
I'm Clark. Clark Baxter.
Nice to meet you. Cheers.
- What is this? - That's a water, sir.
That's not right, is it? Put a bit of beer in it or something.
- I'm sorry, my boyfriend's sitting there. - Is he?
He's fucking small, isn't he?
That's his White Russian. He'll be here any second.
Excuse me, can you reserve seats in this bar?
No.
I'm a journalist. I work for a little periodical
you might have heard of,
Sharps magazine. I'm the cultural editor. I...
This is a library card from Gloucester.
Don't. It's the wrong one, isn't it? I've got...
- Happy now? - Just doing my bit for the gene pool.
Who is that with Clint Eastwood?
- Morgan Freeman? - No, in the headlock.
- You got this laminated? - Give it to me.
Oh!
- Shit. - Sorry, sorry, sorry.
- No, no, no! No, no, just leave it! - All right.
It's got... Okay, then.
It's pronounced Gloucester, by the way.
- Are you going to get off of that seat? - No.
- Do you know the meaning of karma? - The curry?
What goes around comes around.
The moment is approaching where you'll pay the price
for being an asshole.
And when my boyfriend gets here,
I'm going to encourage him to take you outside...
Hello. Hi, honey.
All right, I'll see you then.
Boyfriend not coming?
Look, I'm sorry, okay? Do you think... Do you think...
Do you think I could have his drink?
- Bobbie. - Hey!
- Do you want my seat? I'm just leaving. - Thanks.
Who do you think that is with Clint Eastwood?
Chicken, pay the chicken back Back, pay the chicken back
Pay back the chicken back Do the chicken payback
Come on Pay the camel back
Sitting on a camel back
See the camel, do the camel Pay the camel back
I'm going to go powder my nose.
Why don't you put on something a little more romantic, huh?
- Mrs. Lebowski? - Kowalski.
You know what time it is? The music blaring, the door open.
Was it? Fuck. I mean, sorry. Shit. I mean, sorry.
I just... I ran into an old friend and I brought her back for a little...
Penis!
Bloody...
You can do this. You can do it.
You can do this. You so can do this.
Come on, Bob.
A quick cup of coffee, then you've got to go.
This is my city.
This is my building.
This is my lobby.
These are my models.
This is my workplace.
He's come down to see Mr. Harding.
And this is my boss.
What the fuck are you wearing?
Do you like it? I've got you one, actually.
Thanks.
- Sit down. How was your flight? - Yeah, it was good.
Thanks for the business-class tickets, Clay.
That was a mistake. And don't call me Clay.
- Can we smoke? - We? No.
Oh, my God. You... You've seen... Yeah, okay.
That was a little... I'm actually a big fan
of your early, funnier stuff.
Snipe magazine was really good.
You've actually been a big influence on me.
And I think together we can really inject some of that Snipe spirit into Sharps.
I've got some ideas, actually, if you'd like...
You think you've arrived, don't you?
Hate to break it to you, but you're only in the first room.
In about a year, maybe longer,
you'll discover a secret doorway
at the back of the first room that leads to the second.
And in time, if you're lucky, you'll discover another doorway
in the back of the second room that leads to the third.
There are seven rooms altogether.
You're in the first. I'm in the seventh.
Don't you forget it.
Can I use the bathroom in the seventh? 'Cause the one in the first really smells.
Which leads us to the subject of your sense of humor.
I had a look through your magazine here.
What did you think?
Felt it was kind of snarky
and bitter
and witless.
I'm going to try you out in the "I Spy" section.
You're going to report to Lawrence Maddox.
Well, Sidney, I know we've only just met,
but already I perceive I'm in the presence
of a rare comic sensibility.
- Thanks. - Harding wants me to be your rabbi.
- Show you the ropes. Mr. Maddox.
Are you aware of what we do at "I Spy"?
You photograph famous people when they're drunk.
"I Spy" is the nation's window into high society.
Thank you.
The looky-loos read us because, well, they weren't there.
And the glitterati read us because we tell them they were there.
For the system to work, we have to know where "there" is.
So when we go out to clubs and stuff, is that on expenses?
This isn't a vacation. It's a vocation.
And when we do go out, you're going to have to wear something more suitable.
- What do you mean by suitable? - Something that covers all this up.
- Is that Mussolini? - No, Sidney, that's Richard Heywood,
owner of this magazine.
He does, doesn't he? A bit of the...
Who's this funny-looking kid? Is that his son?
That's his daughter, Elizabeth. Now my wife.
Really?
She's very... Isn't she? She's got...
I mean, babies are all like Mussolini, aren't they?
Ms. Olsen takes care of book launches, gallery openings
and other intellectual fare.
Ms. Olsen, would you find our new rookie something to do?
I hear the cultural editor's job is up for grabs.
Look, seeing as I'm going to be sitting just there,
don't you think we should put last night behind us?
No. Now, get off my desk.
Yeah, but... I don't really know what I'm supposed to be doing.
- Are you going to help me out? - Sure. Which way did you come in?
Here, Chris Blick exhibition opening. Caption it. Now get off my desk.
- Hi. - Hi, Ingrid.
Aren't you going to introduce us?
- This is Clark Baxter. - It's Sidney, actually. Sidney Young.
- Clark Baxter's my alias, so... - Why would you need an alias?
He uses it when he's trying to pick up transsexuals.
He's English.
Oh. Right.
- Hello. - Hello, is that the Parsons Gallery?
Yes, it is. This is Celia Parsons speaking.
Hi, this is Sidney Young from Sharps magazine.
We're running some photographs from your opening
of the Chris Blick exhibition,
and I've been asked to caption them.
I wonder if you could help me identify a few people.
- All right. - Thanks.
Chris Blick. Man or woman?
- What? - Is Chris Blick a man or a woman?
Are you sure you're calling from Sharps magazine?
Yes, I am.
Well, then, tell me, Stanley,
why have they given you this assignment
if you don't know who one of the most famous artists
in America is?
I don't know.
- He's a man! - Great. Okay. Is he an old man?
He's an older man, yes.
'Cause I've got two old men here. Is he the fat one?
You do realize that Clayton Harding is a personal friend of mine?
- What's that got to do with anything? - Right.
- Parsons Gallery. - Is he the one with the wonky eye, then?
It's fashion sensitive.
If you're not wearing Prada, it will take your arm clean off.
But I am wearing Prada.
This place isn't what I expected.
- What did you expect? - I don't know, like, the Algonquin Circle.
Dorothy Parker. You know, martinis, quips.
- Nobody here's drunk. - It's called being professional.
You should try it sometime.
Here's something you gotta understand, okay?
I'm not really one of you.
- By "you," do you mean human? - No, I mean one of the glossy posse.
Bunch of zombies writing about pets of the stars,
acting like they're working for the UN.
I am here to shake things up.
Where are you from?
Not that it's any of your business, but Port Huron, Michigan.
Ah! Small-town girl.
I bet you couldn't wait to get out.
Get anywhere.
Get all the way to the NYC.
Silence of the Lambs.
Let me give you a bit of advice, okay?
Don't take the celebrity fluff too seriously.
You arrogant...
Are you insane?
- What? - That was Lawrence Maddox's wife.
Elizabeth. Her father owns Sharps.
What? That was her? The Mussolini baby?
- Well, I could go back... - No! You do not
approach Elizabeth Maddox, you do not talk to her,
don't even make eye contact with her. Do you understand?
- What? Am I supposed to be afraid? - Yes.
I don't know the meaning of the word fear.
I'm sure there are many words you don't know the meaning of.
- What does that mean? - When I think of all the people
who would kill to be where you are.
You lumber in here, spitting food,
haven't got the brains God gave a mollusc.
Why did Clayton hire you?
- Snipe magazine. - What?
When Clayton left college, he started this magazine called Snipe.
It was fantastic. Just took aim at all the self-important celebrities in town.
It was completely fearless.
It was like my magazine, but 20 years earlier.
I am the young Clayton Harding. That's why he hired me.
He looks at me and he sees his glory days.
- His glory days? - Yeah.
Sharps has won over 14 National Magazine Awards
and increased its advertising pages by 60% since he took over.
He lives in a Bank Street townhouse, and weekends in the Hamptons.
Clayton Harding is one of the linchpins of the media-industrial complex.
Don't worry about that. I think I might just be in time to save him.
Hello, you've reached Sidney Young.
I'm sorry, but my answering machine is out of order.
So the voice you're hearing is actually me. What do you want?
Sidney? Are you there?
Sidney? It's your father.
If you're there, Sidney, please answer the phone.
Sidney.
Are you there?
In the cool of the evening When everything is getting kind of groovy
You call me up and ask me would I like to go with you and see a movie
Wow. Look at that.
First I say no, I've got some plans for the night
Are you two texting each other?
Love is kind of crazy with a spooky little boy like you
You always keep me guessing
I never seem to know what you are thinking
And if a girl looks at you, it's for sure your little eye will be a-winking
There's about 100 grand's worth of food here,
and I think I'm the only one eating it.
- You want some? - No.
- This place is just wall-to-wall totty. - Wall-to-wall what?
Totty. You know, babes.
- Sexually-attractive women. - Do you mind?
What?
- Hey, Lawrence, how are you? - Hey, I'm good.
Good to see you.
Look at that.
All night long, people have been treating us like royalty.
In London, the journalist's motto is,
"Everybody hates us, and we don't care. "
Well, now you're one of the high priests of what's hot and what's not.
I shouldn't even be here. I get thrown out of places like this.
Lawrence Maddox? Oh, my goodness.
- Long time. Yeah.
You know, it is so funny I should run into you.
I've just done this great little film. It's called Five Boroughs.
- It's low-budget. First-time director. - Yeah.
But it's really moving.
Hey, you know, maybe you could do a little...
Vincent.
- Good to see you. - Lawrence, right?
- Yeah. - How are you, sir?
- Good. - Good to see you, too.
- How's the picture? - Pretty close to perfect,
if I can just get all the experts to leave me alone.
In fact, I'm going to have some screenings next week.
- You should come by. - Hey,
that was Rachel Petkoff. She's a fantastic actress.
She's not been in anything for a while, but she was, in her day...
- Sure. - No, seriously.
I think she's due for a comeback.
We should get in there. Do a profile before anyone else...
Sidney, I'd like to introduce you to Vincent Lepak, enfant terrible.
In my opinion, the most exciting new director in American cinema.
This is the worst fundraiser I've been to in my whole life.
It's a rat fuck, isn't it?
- It's going well, huh? Yeah.
Excuse me.
Could I have your autograph, please? I'm a huge fan.
- Is that so? - Yeah, I've seen everything
you've been in.
Those episodes of The Love Boat
and The Bionic Woman and Song Birds.
In The Night. And I saw your first ever TV appearance,
The Twilight Zone, "House of Mirrors. "
Right!
But my all-time favorite has to be A Day Too Long.
You look great in that.
- What's your name, honey? - It's Sidney. Sidney Young.
Sidney Young.
- Thanks. - I'll remember that.
Thank you.
I mean, you look around you and it's all shit, you know.
No one's making movies that are fucking worthwhile.
I have to disagree with you, Vincent.
You're making movies that are worthwhile.
This is what I'm saying, you know. You have to inspire yourself.
I am my role model. I want to be me.
- What's the greatest film ever made? - Excuse me?
What is the greatest film ever made? Have a guess.
Well, I don't know. I don't think there is one...
- Have a guess. Yeah. No. Have a guess.
What's the greatest film ever made?
It's hard to say. I mean, I personally love La Dolce Vita.
Incorrect.
Con Air.
- I beg your pardon? - Con Air, right?
It's got everything, hasn't it?
You know, you've got Malkovich for your acting chops,
you got Nicky Cage for your action, Steve Buscemi for your comedy,
John Cusack for the gays. Right?
It's like a smorgasbord, isn't it?
I don't think we've been introduced.
Mr. Young, this is Eleanor Johnson, Queen of New York.
Sidney's from England. He's our very own idiot savant.
Without the savant.
It's always nice to have fresh blood at these things.
Which reminds me.
I am here with Sophie Maes. I want you to meet her.
Her new film, The Making of a Saint, the buzz is amazing.
- What are you? A publicist? - I don't really like that word, Sidney.
What do I call you, then?
You can call me Eleanor.
All right.
There she is.
This one will go far.
Where's the car?
What's it doing at the back?
Forget what I said. I want it at the front now.
I just think it's so awful how we're still exploiting animals,
which is why I won't wear fur or leather, or wear make-up.
I'm a vegetarian.
I'm with you on that one. I won't eat anything with eyebrows.
Or something that can chuckle.
I would never eat an animal that could chuckle.
I'm sorry, I can't really understand your accent very well.
Nothing, I was just... So you're an actress, are you?
- So you've not won any Oscars, then? - No.
'Cause I would definitely vote for you for Best Supporting Dress.
I haven't been nominated for anything.
- I realize. I was just saying... Sophie.
- Dear, are you ready? - Yeah.
I was joking, 'cause your dress is...
Now, you know what to do.
Thank you!
This side. Lovely.
Sophie! Sophie, Sophie!
Thank you. Thank you very much.
- All right. Let's get in. Sophie!
I'm going to the Circle Club. I'll see you tomorrow.
Okay. Good night.
- Budge up. - Where are you going?
- I'm going to the club. - I'm sorry, you're not on the list.
- Cuba! - See? Even Cuba says so.
Cuba.
- Who's a good boy? - To the Circle Club.
Oh, God! That just turns my stomach.
He's pawing all over her. He's old enough to be her father.
- No, he isn't. - Yes, he is.
Actually, I was producing sperm when I was 13, technically.
For your information, he wasn't pawing her. He was just doing his job.
In case you haven't noticed, Sharps has to have a star on the cover every month,
and most of those stars are Eleanor's clients, so do not piss her off.
She's a flack. Hacks do not take orders from flacks.
And I wouldn't call that doing his job, okay?
He had no blood left in his upper body.
Would you...
And the next time you want to do that hilariously ironic "I love Con Air" skit...
I wasn't being ironic.
...would you mind not doing it in front of Vincent Lepak,
who happens to be very important?
Yeah, I could tell that by the way he was allowed to stay up past his bedtime.
- Do you think she'd go out with me? - Who?
Sophie Maes. Do you think she would go out with me?
No.
Girls like Sophie do not date journalists.
And as far as she's concerned, you're the help.
What do you know? Anyway, a lot of these starlets are lonely.
All they do is look around for men.
This is New York, Sidney.
Women only date men who are successful.
- I'm going to be successful. - And tall.
Yeah...
Have you seen this? She's everywhere.
Great coverage.
From Sophie Maes.
"Thanks for the great night. " Sweet kid.
Sidney, about last night.
A word of advice. Don't talk to the celebrities.
Sophie said you made her uncomfortable.
So, Brad's people finally got back to me and they've agreed.
We have the whole afternoon before the shoot.
Good work, Lawrence.
Okay, if that's it...
Actually, I was thinking, Clay.
Paris Hilton.
I do a profile on her as if she's this complete recluse.
Like a hermit.
You know? I'm tracking her down.
"Who is the elusive Paris Hilton and why is she so publicity shy?"
'Cause...
Isn't it? It's good.
'Cause just changing it...
That's first room stuff, Sidney.
And call me Clay one more time, see what happens.
I thought that was quite good.
Sorry.
If I give you an interview, will you leave me the fuck alone?
- Bill Nathanson, nice to meet you. - Sidney Young, Sharps magazine.
Huge fan. Lovely to meet you. I've just seen the film
- Rap Rat. - Good.
- Did you like it? - I did.
I did like it. I did. I liked the hamster thing that you played.
- Actually, he's a chipmunk. - Yeah.
Now, I've done a bit of research
and I can see that you're quite a private man.
- Is that right? - Well, I like to keep a line...
I think that's great. That's brilliant, but today, let's get behind the mask.
I don't think there really is a mask, as such.
I don't mean to be a pain, but what I really want to talk about today
is the new musical...
- Yeah. ... and keep it about the work.
- Is that all right? - Okay.
First question. Are you Jewish?
I don't see what the relevance of that is.
Okay. Well, fine. Second question.
The hamster thing that you play in the film...
- It's a chipmunk. - Whatever.
Is that gay?
- It's a chipmunk. - I know, yeah, but is it a gay chipmunk?
Look, it's a kids' cartoon. It's just a chipmunk, okay?
I mean, I don't think chipmunks can be gay.
All right. So it's straight. It's a straight chipmunk.
- Yeah, absolutely. - Okay. Got that. So...
Are you gay?
I was...
I was trying to probe.
You want to probe, become a proctologist.
You can't ask a musical comedy star whether he's Jewish or gay.
From now on, just assume they are all Jewish and all gay.
- Okay? - All right.
No, I'd love this, but I'm so fat I couldn't.
- Get out of here. - You look totally rexy.
That's so sweet.
I don't mean to be rude, Sidney, but what the fuck do you want?
You know how things work here.
How am I going to get a piece in the magazine?
I thought all this fluff was beneath you.
It is beneath me, but things have changed.
What's changed?
Well, I know everybody thinks I'm a bit of an idiot.
Okay, and maybe I didn't have the best start here, but I want...
I want...
I want to have sex with Sophie Maes before Maddox does.
You're loathsome, do you know that?
I know he's got a bit of a head start, but I think I can win her back.
'Cause once I get my hooks into a girl, she never gets free.
- Like ringworm. - Lf you like.
Where are you going?
You, buddy. You big corporate dick-lick.
Hello, I'd like to apply for a MasterCard, please.
Yeah. Hon Sidney Young.
Hon. H-O-N. It's short for "Honorable. " Yeah, it's a British title.
The Queen? Yeah, I know the Queen.
She used to be in my break-dancing posse.
She's a body-popper more than anything.
Fuck!
Well, hello. Cuba!
He likes you.
So, how's it feel to be a star?
No, don't, it's so embarrassing. God. Those pictures are everywhere now,
and I had no idea that, that dress was so see-through.
Plus, everybody's talking about it like it was some kind of stunt.
Such a cynical age.
Hello, Sidney.
Hi, I was just looking for my, you know...
I didn't know you were coming in today.
Lawrence is taking us to lunch at Cipriani.
That's nice.
Lawrence, can I leave Cuba here? He doesn't like Italian food.
Of course you can. He can stay in my office.
Sidney, fetch Cuba a bowl of water.
- Will you? - Of course.
That is a lovely ring.
- Where is that from? - It was my mother's. She gave it to me.
You sweetie. That is very, very...
So, listen.
You've met Vincent Lepak, haven't you, Sidney?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
See, he has a new movie coming out soon,
and Lawrence is overstretched as it is.
How would you like to do the feature on him?
Yeah, I would, actually. Yes, I'd like that very much.
Well, great.
Maybe we can get together and discuss the angle.
Okay.
What do you mean, "angle"?
Well, I'd need to know how we're going to present Vincent.
You know, check the story and so on.
Are you saying you want copy approval?
Any stories written about my clients
need to be in their best interest, that's all.
I mean, if things work out with Vincent,
maybe we can talk about a follow-up story on Sophie.
What do you think?
I'm sorry, Eleanor, I don't work that way.
Sidney, dear...
Think of it like this. You write about one of my clients,
you are borrowing some of their starlight
to help sell your magazine.
All I'm saying is quid pro quo.
Sorry. "Starlight"?
I just don't usually eat carbs. It's delicious.
Hello, Cuba. Hello.
It's Uncle Sidney. Come to see how you are. Yes.
What's this?
Would you like a little play? Would you like a little play?
Fetch.
There you go. That's it. That's it.
Well done. Well done.
You and me are going to be pals, aren't we?
Yes, we're going to be pals, yes.
You're going to like me much, much better
than that prick Maddox, aren't you? Yes, you are. Yes, you are.
Okay. Ready? Ready?
Oh, no!
Come on!
Shit! Come on! Come on!
That's my bag.
Yeah, I was going to borrow it for a second.
What are you talking about?
I'll bring it right back. I was just going to put...
- Give me my bag. - Just let me borrow it.
No. Give me my bag.
Give me my...
Oh, my God!
- It was an accident. - What did you do?
I was trying to make friends, and then it was...
Don't tell her. Okay, just please don't tell her.
Cuba!
Sorry, have you seen this little Chihuahua...
Fucking heck!
Cuba? Cuba?
Cuba!
What are you doing?
- You just can't... Alison?
- Have you seen Cuba? - What?
Have you seen Sophie's dog?
Oh, uh...
No. No idea.
Well, come and help us find him.
Don't worry. He couldn't have gone too far.
Cuba! Cuba!
- Clayton, have you got a minute? - Did they find that rat yet?
I don't...
No, not yet. It probably just got out the building.
Congratulations on the Man of the Year thing.
- How was lunch? - I don't know.
$1,000 a plate, all I could taste was ass.
I'm kissing their ass. They're kissing my ass.
I get this dream sometimes.
Someone's set fire to the building.
Heywood, Sharps magazine, the whole thing up in flames.
My analyst, he thinks it's an anxiety dream.
I never let him know how happy I am watching the fucker burn.
What do you want?
I want to write a story about Vincent Lepak, okay?
Not a puff piece. Something funny, with teeth.
Like Snipe would have done.
Everyone's treating him
like he's some sort of a genius and he's not. He's an idiot.
Look at these things.
How'd I get a closet full of blue fucking shirts?
I don't know.
I don't know, either.
This is an office, for God's sake.
Why have I even got a fucking closet?
Do it.
- Do it? - Fuck it, yeah.
Do it. He's an annoying little prick.
We'll take him down.
- This is your shot. - Thanks, Clayton.
- You're my little hit man. - Yeah, I am your little hit man.
- Go do it. - Okay.
Hey, you could call me the Jackal.
- Out! - Okay.
- Mr. Young? - Yes.
I'm Sophie Maes' assistant. I'm afraid Sophie isn't here right now.
Yeah. Well, I know she's here, okay?
I'm not a stalker. I just know she's upset because she lost her dog.
She isn't here.
All right, well, can you please just find out if she got my present?
Okay...
Did you send the flowers?
Flowers? Yeah, 'cause she doesn't get enough flowers, does she?
I sent the fish.
Oh.
You know, goldfish, in a bowl. Did she get them?
Yes, but they were dead.
- All of them? - Yeah. It was kind of shocking, actually.
Were they dead when you sent them?
No! Who sends people dead fish?
The Mafia.
Oh, my God.
- You're, like, a serial killer. - No, no, no. That wasn't me.
Look, I laid him to rest.
Cuba.
- I took him out to the... - I don't want to know!
- You might not want your bag back. - Stop.
Sorry. Also, just the whole, you know, not telling them thing.
I just wanted to say...
I appreciate that
because you didn't have to do it. And a lot of people probably
wouldn't have done it, but... Why didn't you?
You don't need my help to screw up here, Sidney.
I mean, the only thing you make are mistakes.
And stains.
May I help you?
Just a couple of straws, please.
Hey, listen. Let me ask you, what is it with this book?
You're always writing in it. What is it, like a diary? Am I in it?
It's a novel I'm working on. All right?
- Wow. - Yeah, go ahead, I know.
- I'm a walking cliche. - No, not at all.
That's very impressive.
- And you're writing that by hand? - Yeah.
It's... I don't know, it keeps it separate from the magazine work.
Makes it seem special.
You're full of surprises, sister.
White Russian. Are you waiting for your boyfriend?
Yeah, he'll be here soon, so...
What does he do, this mystery guy? Is he like a hack, too?
- Actually, he's a poet. - Oh, is he? What does he look like?
- What? - Well, you know, poets,
they're not known for being that good-looking,
'cause they're always in dark rooms and they look like Gollum and...
- He's probably... - He's very handsome.
- Thank you. - Of course he is.
You know what I don't understand?
You're so desperate to get a story in the magazine,
so why wouldn't you play ball with Eleanor? Write the puff piece?
Well, I just resent being bribed to gush sycophantically about a star.
I choose to gush sycophantically.
- Okay. - Anyway, Clayton's given me a story,
- so I'm on my way. - Well, that's good.
...after these messages.
In a world where passion is forbidden and belief divine,
the love she withheld from a man she gave to all mankind.
You've given yourself to Christ, my child.
But I love him.
How can it be wrong?
I believe in love. That is all we have.
And we must give it wherever it is most needed.
Sometimes, before you can find God,
you have to find the world.
Calcutta.
Stand up, Mother Teresa.
Sophie Maes is Mother Teresa
in The Making of a Saint.
Coming soon to a theater near you.
Anyway, I better shoot off, leave you in peace with your poet.
- Bye-bye. - Bye.
I've still got the receipt, so...
Which makes it a half a page left.
Lawrence, any ideas?
Yeah. Rachel Petkoff.
Fabulous '70s actress.
One of my all-time favorites.
Just made a movie called Five Boroughs.
I think she's poised for a comeback.
And I think we should get there first. Do a piece.
Sounds good. Let's do it.
Okay, that's it, people.
Clayton.
What?
Did you read my piece on Vincent Lepak?
What? Yeah, that...
That's not going to work.
And for those of you who haven't heard,
Alison will be running the "I Spy" section from now on
as Lawrence here is moving up in the world.
He's replacing Greg Roberts as deputy editor.
Way to go, Lawrence. - Thanks.
Congratulations.
Hey, I'm sorry, Rachel Petkoff is one of your favorite actresses?
You'd never fucking heard of her. That was my idea.
Well, so it was, yes.
If you have any more good ideas, don't forget to bring them
by my new office.
By the way, there have been complaints
about you skulking around the water cooler,
trying to talk to women.
- I mean, that's inappropriate behavior. - What?
You spend your life chatting up the staff.
When I do it, it's called flirting.
When you do it, it's called sexual harassment.
Consider this an official warning. I will not tolerate sexist behavior.
I know that wasn't Greg's way of working,
but Greg isn't deputy editor anymore. I am.
And I am making changes.
- What? - Hi, Lawrence.
There's a lady here that's been looking for you.
- Can I help you? - Are you Lawrence Maddox?
- The new deputy editor? - Yes.
I'm here to congratulate you on your promotion.
Thank you. I'm sorry, you are?
I'm your present.
Lawrence, this is inappropriate behavior,
wouldn't you say?
This is wrong. I should record this.
Such a misuse of company time.
- Sidney, stop. - I'm not doing anything.
Holy Christ!
- Hey, Mrs. Harding. - Hi, Ingrid.
Oh, my God. So adorable.
This is Ingrid from the fashion department.
- You're getting so big. - Where's Mr. Maddox now?
He moved to Room 217.
- It's just over there. - Okay.
- Bye. - Bye. Come on, girls.
Let's go see Mr. Maddox.
My God! My Lord above!
This is terrible. Oh, good Lord!
There's a surprise. Look at his face. Wow!
What do you think...
Mrs. Harding.
Girls.
Bobbie. - What?
I've got cock on my hand.
I see what you're saying. Whatever you like. There's gonna be
- plenty of time before we lock it in... - That's great.
...so if you want to change it... - All right. Love to hear that.
Get in.
I didn't know it was Take Our Daughters to Work Day.
I didn't know there was a Take Our Daughters to Work Day.
Shut up.
You know, when I told my wife I'd hired another Brit, she was excited.
She still thinks you're all like something out of Pride And Prejudice.
But after what she just saw in that room,
now she thinks you're a British person born in New Jersey.
- Why did I hire you? - I don't know. Why did you hire me?
I had an attack of nostalgia. But it's passed. Like gas.
- What was wrong with my story? - What?
Why did you kill my Vincent Lepak story?
Sidney, it wasn't good enough. Simple as that.
Wasn't good enough?
- We don't do hatchet jobs here. - Come on.
- It wasn't a hatchet job. - Your opening quotation,
"It's only too easy to catch people's attention
"by doing something worse than anyone else has dared do it before. "
Who are you thinking of here? Yourself or Vincent?
He is a talentless, pretentious little twat,
who thinks that cinema began with Tarantino.
And somebody needed to say that. You told me to do something with teeth.
I'm trying to run a fucking magazine here.
"A free press is the last defense against the tyranny of stupidity. "
Save me your tin-pot philosophy.
It's not mine. It's yours. First issue of Snipe.
Would you grow the fuck up?
You are not Robin Hood. You never were.
You bitch about famous people
for the same reason I used to bitch about them.
Because they got invited to the party and you didn't.
Well, Sidney, you're at the party now.
Quit your bitching and do your fucking job.
You're on your last life here. Do you understand that?
One more fuck-up like today, you are gone.
Won't you have to run a decision like that past Eleanor first?
Get out.
I can't believe you hired Bob as a stripper.
I didn't hire him. She did it as a favor.
I thought you wanted to be a success here.
I do. It wasn't me. It was Clark. Oh, your alias, right.
I don't think Clayton's going to publish anything I write, you know?
I've been on salary for four months now,
and I've written probably 175 words.
I think, dollar-per-words basis,
I am the highest-paid writer in the history of this magazine.
He's not going to renew my contract.
Well, what do you expect?
I mean, Vincent's one of Eleanor's clients.
I told you, they're untouchables.
I just thought Clayton was different, you know? I really did.
The only thing I'm good at is pissing people off
and he won't even let me do that.
"My glory walks hand in hand with my doom. "
Troy.
- Troy who? - Troy the movie.
Clayton only invited me here, so I could be shunned.
Everybody hates me.
You're the only one that will talk to me.
- You cornered me. - I'm serious.
Do you want another drink?
Yeah, I'll have a half of lager.
Sophie, darling!
Ravishing as ever.
We were just talking.
Did you all know that Lawrence published a book of poetry?
No. - Called The Hollow Heart.
- You write poems? - In another lifetime. You know, dabble.
- Cointreau? - Right here. Thank you.
- And the White Russian? Right here.
Well, well, if it isn't Sidalee.
What time does the stripper come on?
Shut up, Maddox.
Where's your sense of humor, Sidney?
Choke! Choke!
Hi, Mrs. Harding.
Hi.
Lovely party. Happy Fourth!
Jesus!
Has anyone ever told you before that you have an unusually dark aura?
Yes.
You should walk with bare feet as much as possible.
Ground all that negative energy.
What are you, a wizard or what?
- I'm a spiritual healer. - Can you make a living out of that?
Oh, God, no. I'm a dentist.
You want to do some coke?
Yankee Doodle went to town
Riding on a pony
Stuck a feather in his cap
And called it macaroni
Yankee Doodle, keep it up
England! England! England!
England! Oi, Orlando! You used to be English.
England! England! England!
England! England!
Fuck!
You okay?
- What? - I said, are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
- You? - Yeah.
No, actually, I'm not. I hate my life, so, you know,
I'm going to get drunk.
Right, well... I'll see you, then.
- How could you? - What?
How the... You and Maddox having an affair!
For Christ's sake! The man with hidden shallows!
I used to think... I just thought...
When I met you, I thought you were bit of a pain,
but I was really... God damn it! Maddox!
How can you live with yourself?
I couldn't. That's why I've broken up with him.
That's no... You broke up with him?
- Which leg did you hurt? - This one.
God! Fuck! God.
You know what?
There's something very damaged about you.
Like an animal that's been hit by a car or something.
Like a deer
or like a pig, maybe.
And they walk all funny,
and the other animals keep away from them.
Little, limpy pig.
I'm drawn to sick animals.
That's why I picked Cuba.
Because he had, like, psychological problems.
Poor little Cuba.
Where is he now?
Jesus, I'm wasted. Are you wasted? Because I'm really wasted.
I slept it off.
Congratulations on becoming incredibly famous, by the way.
Thanks.
- What's that like? - Weird.
It's all happening so fast,
and it sort of feels like it has nothing to do with me.
Kind of like I'm not really even here.
You know what would be nice, though?
Some coke.
It's probably just as well I don't have any, though.
Coke always makes me so horny.
Wizard! I need the wizard dentist!
I need the wizard... Not you.
The dentist wizard.
The wizard, have you seen him? He's like a wizard/dentist.
- Okay, all right. You got it. - Thank you!
Thank you so much.
It's okay.
I will never, never, never forget this.
It's okay. Really.
- What are you doing? - None of your business.
You can't drive like that, okay? Go just sleep it off.
Firstly, you are a stupid asshole and I hate you!
- And secondly, secondly... - Okay, okay, okay.
I hate you 'cause you're a stupid asshole.
Look, if you drive in this condition, you are going to kill yourself, okay?
I don't care if I did. I hate my life.
I got to go. I got to go.
- Just... Come on. Come here. - No, don't touch me.
I hate rental cars. I hate them.
No, give me the keys. I've got to go home.
I thought I had it all figured out.
A, get the hell out of Port Huron, come to New York.
B, do the serious journalism thing to pay the bills, while I write the novel.
C, win the Pulitzer.
- E. - D.
D, I don't know what D was.
Then I took the internship at Sharps and...
I met Maddox.
And then before you know it,
I'm writing Ten Tips for the Fucking Metrosexual
and pretending this is what I wanted.
- And that's why I hated you. - I didn't know you hated me.
You were right about me. I'm a ghoul writing fluff.
No, you're not a ghoul, okay? You're a zombie.
- A ghoul is like a ghost. - Fine.
I need a cigarette. Where are my cigarettes?
You don't smoke.
Oh, yeah.
When I told him I couldn't see him anymore,
I don't know if he cared.
I love him, and I don't know if he cares.
Look, I'm sure he does care, okay?
He's probably just not very good at expressing his emotions.
Okay, well, let's just calm down, okay?
Don't get snot everywhere, 'cause it's a rental.
Oh, God.
What?
That's grim!
No more steps, no.
Will you shut up? You're going to wake the old witch up.
No. Why are we stopping?
Hi.
- Did we wake you? Oh, God, I'm a whore!
I'm a whore! I'm a...
I'm a whore.
- I'm a whore! - Hello, Dad.
I love this song!
- She's not actually a prostitute. - Oh, good.
So, Sidney's dad. It's nice to meet you.
- I'm Alison. - Delighted to meet you.
- I'm from Port Huron. - Port Huron.
And you must be Sidney's mommy.
- No, I'm not! - Okay.
I mean, my dad remarried, too, so that's cool.
Where are my cigarettes?
What is this?
Hey, is this...
- I think it's probably cocaine. - Yeah, that...
It wasn't actually for me. I was going to give it to this young actress.
So, Mr. Sidney, what you doing here?
- Please, call me Richard. - Richard.
Well, I've
written a little book, and I'm doing some talks.
- I'm writing a book. - Yeah?
- What's yours about? - I write books on philosophy.
- Philosophy. - Ideas.
Oh, my God.
Richard Young? The...
You're R.C. Young?
You never said your dad was R.C. Young!
I brought you a copy of the book, Sidney.
I'd love to hear what you think.
What would Sidney know about philosophy?
He does have a master's in the subject.
You're shitting me!
He... He likes Con Air.
- I don't feel very good. - Come on.
- Time you were in bed. - Okay.
You can sleep on the couch.
It was a pleasure to meet you, Lord Young.
Lord?
You really should have said you were coming.
That would have required you answering one of my calls.
Yeah, well, I've been kind of busy.
Of course. Yes, I...
I picked up your magazine at the airport. Most enjoyable.
I particularly liked the young Hollywood actress
who said she would like to start her theater career somewhere small
like London or England.
- Why must you always do this? - It's just a little joke.
No, it's not a little joke, is it?
Basically, what you're saying is what I do is worthless.
I don't think it's worthless.
I just think that you know in your heart that you could be doing more
with your life.
More?
Sharps magazine is one of the most respected magazines in the world.
There's a million hacks that would give anything to be where I am.
Do you know who I hung out with just today? Orlando Bloom.
- I don't know who that is. - Of course you don't know who that is.
You don't know who anyone is.
You thought Brad Pitt was a cave in Yorkshire.
The thing is most people do know who that is, all right?
And most people wouldn't think a journalist hanging out
with celebrities like that was a disappointment.
I don't think you're a disappointment, Sidney.
I've never thought that.
I'm sorry. I...
I didn't mean to upset you.
Things haven't been that great, actually, Dad.
I don't know why. I can't seem to get ahead.
- Lf you're not happy... - No, I'm fine.
Really, I can make it. I know I can.
Einstein said,
"Try not to become a man of success,
"but rather to become a man of value. "
Young lady in the bedroom there, Alison.
She wouldn't have anything to do with your desire to stay on, would she?
No, we're just friends.
Anyway, she says that New York women don't go for losers.
I suppose not.
But Alison is from Port Huron, isn't she?
I don't remember much from last night, but I'm so, so sorry.
Why? No... You were all right.
Oh, my God. Your father.
- And that woman. - Mrs. Kowalski?
Don't worry about it. The last woman she caught me with had a penis.
- So, you know, you're a big step up. - Thanks.
- Who is that? - That's my mother.
No way.
- Was she a model? - Actress.
- Is she still... - No. She died when I was young.
Must be pretty cool having your mom in a movie.
Well, I used to see her on the TV from time to time
when I was growing up.
You know, which is kind of weird.
Okay, full English fry-up. Perfect hangover cure.
Huh?
Not again!
Hi. I was just, you know...
Just rooting through your personal possessions.
- I like the opening. - You do?
Yeah. Can I read the rest of it?
Believe it or not, I am a pretty good editor.
I don't know. I don't even know if I'm going to bother finishing it.
Hey. "Keep true to the dreams of thy youth. "
Is that Troy again?
It's Schiller.
I'm going to jump in the shower, and then I really will get out of your hair.
Well, wait, 'cause I...
I got you a present.
I was walking past this record shop on the corner and I saw it and thought,
you know, it might cheer you up, so...
You said it was your favorite film, so...
That is...
I don't even know what to say.
I don't have a turntable.
Well, you could always come round here and listen to it.
Are you kidding? I could throw up on you again.
Oh, come on. Come on!
There we go.
Come on, don't be shy.
I'm a great mover.
Hey, Alice? Versace. You like?
I'm good, thanks.
You know, honey, everybody needs to change their look every now and then.
Especially when they have a new man in their lives.
What? I'm... What are you talking about?
That English guy is always hanging around you these days, right?
Tell me it isn't so.
- Of course not. - Thank God!
Can you imagine? He's such a creep.
This is gorgeous, but I'm just too fat.
Don't be crazy. Alice?
Is Anna fat?
Not at all. Why, she's so thin I could take her little spindly body
and snap her over my knee like a dry fucking twig.
And, for your information, Sidney Young has more going for him
than anyone in this place.
It works. It works good.
Elephants.
Hey, Alison. I was wondering if...
Hey, Alison. I was wondering maybe if you wanted to go see a movie
or have a meal or...
Do you want to go on a date?
Might work.
Wake up in the morning with a head like what you done
This used to be the life, but I don't need another one
You like cutting up and carrying on you wear them gowns
Eleanor?
- Hello, Sidney. - I like your costume, Vincent.
- I'm not wearing a costume. - Oh.
- Idiot. - Wanker.
You'd better know when you're swinging round the room
Looks like magic's only ours tonight
- I'd better find Ed. - Okay, I'll see you.
- See you. - Clara Bow.
Louise Brooks.
Bela Lugosi?
- George Hamilton. - George Hamilton's not dead.
Isn't he? That's a shame.
I was looking for you, actually.
And I have something I wanted to tell you.
Me first.
I wanted to ask if maybe
you wanted to go and maybe go and see a movie, or go have something to eat.
What?
- I can't understand what you're saying. - I'm sorry.
Sorry. Yeah.
No, I just wanted to ask if...
- Back in a minute. - All right.
Uh...
I wanted to tell you that
Lawrence has left his wife.
- We're going to be together. Officially. - That...
That's brilliant.
- So maybe he does care after all, right? - Yeah.
I'm going to...
Yeah, and take the West Side Highway, please.
Eleanor! Wait!
Let me write the profile on Vincent.
I don't think so.
You can have complete copy approval. It will be like you wrote it.
Vincent, think about it, okay? Think about how humiliating
it will be for me, please.
- I am begging you. You...
You don't look like you're begging.
West Side Highway, please.
Sit down, Sidney.
Lawrence Maddox is no longer working for Sharps magazine.
Seems that Elizabeth got tired of him screwing around and kicked him out.
She kicked him out?
Richard Heywood doesn't seem to like the idea of employing
an ex-son-in-law.
So he's gone. So is Alison Olsen.
Don't worry about Maddox.
He's already lined up something with Gotham magazine.
I'm going to need somebody to hold the fort at "I Spy. "
Strictly on a temporary basis, you understand.
One more thing.
I had a call from Eleanor Johnson this morning,
wanting to know if you would like to write a profile on Vincent Lepak.
I don't know how you did it, Sidney, but somehow
you've made it to the next room.
I caught my stride
I flew and flied
I know if destiny's kind
I've got the rest of my mind
Well, my heart it don't beat
It don't beat the way it used to
And my eyes, they don't see you no more
And my lips, they don't kiss
They don't kiss the way they used to
And my eyes don't recognize you no more
For reasons unknown
With one deep breath
One big step
I move a little bit closer
I move a little bit closer.
For reasons unknown
I said my heart, it don't beat
It don't beat the way it used to
And my eyes don't recognize you no more
And my lips, they don't kiss
They don't kiss the way they used to
And my eyes don't recognize you no more
- Hi. - Hey.
Well, well, little Sidalee.
Listen, I can't stay. Anderson wants me to go to some photographer's exhibition.
Hot new talent. Blah, blah, blah.
How hot is she?
- Who? - The talent.
See you back home.
Could you stop carrying this book around?
It's kind of embarrassing.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Nice robe. - Oh, thanks.
Ralph Lauren. It was a gift.
Who from?
Ralph Lauren.
I was doing a piece and...
I wanted to say congratulations. I heard about your promotion.
- I'm really happy for you. - Well, yeah, thanks.
- How's things going with you? - Good. Fine.
Everything's... I'm working for this little literary magazine.
It's not The New Yorker, but...
So I left you a bunch of messages.
- Yeah, I know, I've been so busy. - Yeah. I thought so.
- Okay, well... - How's the novel going?
I... I'm still working on it.
Well, you should keep at it. I believe in you.
Actually, I never gave you these.
There you go.
It's just, you know... You don't have to use them if you don't want.
You know, don't even look at it.
- You know... - Sidney?
Hey, Alice.
Where did it all go so wrong?
Bye.
Sophie is going to get an Apollo Film Awards nomination
for Best Actress.
Wow! That's great. But the nominations haven't been announced yet.
That is correct.
Which is why we have absolutely no way of knowing
whether or not she will be nominated.
But when she is nominated, we would like Sharps to do a feature.
Someone to cover the whole lead-up. Unrestricted access.
The trajectory, the building of this unique brand.
I'm going to have a logo.
So, here's the deal. Sophie wants you to write the story.
You can be my bitch.
Merry Christmas, Sidney. This is a cover story.
I think a little celebration is in order.
Chin-chin.
Maybe we could make it all right
We could make it better sometime
Maybe we could make it happen baby
We could keep trying but things will never change
So I don't look back
Still I'm dying with every step I take
But I don't look back
We could keep trying but things will never change
So I don't look back
Dance the little devil, loverboy
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I love what you do I love what you do
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm your pinup You're my candy man
Sugarcoat me, baby when you can
First time perfect moment Fire and ice
Give, give, give, give me your love
Give me your love
Give, give, give, give me your love
Give me your love
Give, give, give, give me your love
Give me your love
It's 20 storeys up.
Sidney, you loser! You suck!
It's too high.
You can do it! Grow some balls, man.
Don't be a wimp.
- Come on! Come on.
Such a loser!
- You didn't do it! - It's high!
Oh, but you let me down.
You couldn't do it. It's bloody high.
- What are you? - Limpy pig.
- What? - I'm your little limpy pig.
That's right, limpy pig. And now it's time to pay a forfeit.
- What do you got? - I've got my little limpy pig dance.
Give me your ring.
I can't.
- Come on. - No, I can't.
- Give me your ring. I want it. - I can't.
Okay.
If you give me your ring, and I win tomorrow,
I'll let you have sex with me.
...has left Rocky wondering where the others have gone.
His old anxieties about being left alone...
Now there's an easy way to remember everything.
Oh, thank you, Mike.
I'll buy you a better one, just as soon as I...
No, you won't.
I'm always going to keep this one.
I'll never part with it.
Never, never, never.
Let's do it properly. Please.
Ms. Maes. Over here. Smile!
Thank you, Sophie.
What people don't realize is that all saints start out
as human beings.
And all human beings fall in love at some point, right?
- Mother Teresa still has... - It's really important, sure.
Well, anyway...
Well, well. Look at you.
Made it all the way to the seventh room. Congratulations.
Wheel of fortune, right? You go up, I go down.
You here with Sophie? How about doing your old rabbi a favor
and putting in a good word for me?
- Need a little interview. - Is Alison here?
Alison? No. We went our separate ways.
Actually, she left me.
And tells me she's in love with someone else.
Nope. Not you, I'm afraid, Sidalee. Some guy named Clark.
Can you believe it? These are the sacrifices we make.
I don't need to tell you. This isn't a vacation, it's a vocation.
So, listen. About Sophie, need a little interview. It won't take long.
So, here I am at the center of everything.
I've got the tux, I've got the watch, I've got the life.
I am exactly where I wanted to be.
I've made it to Shangri-la.
I'm gonna have to have the ring back, okay?
What are you doing?
- I need you to give me the ring. - Get away from me.
- What are you doing? - Give me the ring back.
My mother gave me this ring, and she told me to give it to the one.
- She's not the one! - Have you lost your mind?
- No, just... Will you just... - Let me go.
I don't want to be on the inside! I don't want to be at the party!
I don't want to have sex with you!
I killed Cuba!
No. Hey!
Fucking, mother-fucking fucker!
God!
Stop it!
This is live! I don't care!
Well, this is a strange one.
We've certainly never seen anything quite like this before
at the Apollo Film Awards.
Sodom and Gomorrah!
I'm sorry!
I've just been informed that the young man involved
in the altercation
is Sidney Young, a reporter with Sharps magazine.
Take your hands off of me!
You are finished! You're finished!
- Hey, Vincent. - Sidney.
Fuck.
Have a nice flight.
I need a ticket to New York, please.
The next available flight isn't until tomorrow morning at 10:00.
It arrives in New York at 6:30 p. m. local time.
There's nothing sooner?
- No, I'm afraid not. - Fine. I'll take it.
Hi, you've reached Alison. Please leave a message.
Oh, and Joe, if that's you, I got the tickets for Empire Park tomorrow.
I'll see you there. Bye.
Alison, it's me. It's Sidney.
Listen, my battery is very low, and I wanted to...
Can I see you? I just...
I don't think I'm going to be working for Sharps anymore, okay?
But it's fine. Because I thought I wanted all that stuff.
I thought I wanted to be special and have the money
and be treated differently to everybody else.
Can I get an upgrade?
But I don't, okay? And... Who's Joe?
Could I get your autograph?
What? 'Cause I'm on the TV?
'Cause I'm up there close to the movie stars?
'Cause you think I'm special?
For your credit card?
Yes.
Do you have any baggage?
Plenty.
What makes gold look like rust
What turns diamonds into dust
Like oxygen to you and me
We need it more than the air we breathe
Too much push and shove
Without enough love to go round
There must be enough love
To go round the world
There must be enough love
To go round the world
There must be enough love
To go round the world
Stop the car. Stop the car! Stop the car!
There must be enough love, love, love
There must be enough love
To go round the world
There must be enough love
To go round the world
There must be enough love
Hi.
How's the novel coming along?
It's finished.
Thanks for the ending.
Oh, fuck!
Girl, you really got me goin'
You got me so I don't know what I'm doin'
Yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I can't sleep at night
Yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I don't know what I'm doin', now
Oh yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I can't sleep at night
You really got me You really got me
See, don't ever set me free
I always wanna be by your side
Girl, you really got me now
You got me so I can't sleep at night
Yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I don't know what I'm doin', now
Oh yeah, you really got me now
You got me so I can't sleep at night
You really got me You really got me
Mother Superior? This is Agnes from the Ottoman Empire.
Sometimes, before you can find belief,
you have to find someone who will believe in you.
They say you traveled alone. You came by train?
By foot.
That is not a suitable way for a young lady to travel.
It is how the poor must travel.
Sometimes, what is so wrong...
You left this.
...can feel so right.
Stop it!
You've given yourself to Christ.
But I love him. How can it be wrong?
Why?
- I was told to come here. - Who told you?
God.
The faith is strong in this one.
I believe in love. That is all we have,
and we must give it wherever it is most needed.
Calcutta.
Sometimes, before you can find God, you have to find yourself.
Stand up, Mother Teresa.
In a world where passion is forbidden and belief is divine,
one woman achieved everything
by helping those who had nothing.
Sir Ben Queensley, Dame Peggy Aitken,
Tod Rivera, and introducing Sophie Maes.
Teresa, The Making of a Saint.
A Mel Cohen Film. Rated NC-17.
Get over it
D'you want my side, my side of the story
Well, I want you, want you like I'm eighteen
But I'm tied, tied to my baby
To my baby Oh!
What hurts but feels so fine
What turns water into wine
It runs so deep in you and me
From a fountain to a river to the seven seas
Too much push and shove
With not enough love to go round
I finally found
There must be enough love
To go round the world
There must be enough love
To go round the world
There must be enough love
To go round the world
There must be enough love, love, love
Woohoo