Factory Girl

My great, great, great...

great uncle was a signer

of the Declaration of Independence,

and my mother's side started building

New York before the Revolution.

You get the idea.

I went to a party once and there was

a palm reader there.

When she looked at my hand,

She just-

She froze.

And I said to her,

"I know.

My life line is broken.

I know I won't live

past 30."

You know those photos

of smiling families

you always see

on a mantelpiece?

I can't even look at them,

because you never know

what they're hiding.

A "Life Magazine" photographer

came to our house

to photograph

the "ideal American family. "

We looked happy

and pretty,

but underneath

it just wasn't

that way at all.

Looks like the country

is disintegrating.

Lost all its hope.

There's always hope no matter

what's happened before.

Yeah?

Where's the hope in that?

God, wouldn't it be wonderful

to know that students

were looking at your work,

analyzing it?

That depends on

what they're saying.

I mean, people say

he's a no-talent freak.

He's changing the way

that we look at the world, isn't he?

I think people

who manage to do that

must have the hardest

time in life.

Are you sure you'll be okay

in New York?

I'll be fine. I've got Chuck

to look after me.

Oh, Syd, why won't

you come too?

My folks would kill me.

Where I come from,

it's not easy to get a scholarship.

You know, I'm not so sure

about Chuck.

He can be a real

sh*t sometimes.

Don't worry.

Edie!

Chuckie, how can you want to go home?

We're in Manhattan.

To become an artist,

I had to get out of that classroom.

And to me New York was Jackson

Pollock sipping vodka

and dripping paint

over a raw canvas.

There's so much to see, Chuck.

Look where we are.

Yeah, taking

New York by storm.

Two zombies.

Chuck and I had come down

together from Cambridge.

You know, he was

a flamboyant socialite

who carried a pocketful

of calling cards.

He made me feel

I wasn't alone.

- Can we play the game?

- I don't want to.

- Come on.

- All right, go.

- Lamb.

- Chop.

- Pony.

- Snout.

- Shy.

- You.

- You think I'm shy?

- Sometimes.

I guess I can

be shy sometimes.

Forgive me, Father,

for I have sinned.

What are your sins, my son?

Well, I have this

friend Mark.

Well, he buys all these clothes

from Bloomingdale's.

But because he's from London,

everybody on the Cape

keeps talking about

his "fabulous English look,"

which really is so good.

He was at a party

up there last weekend

and Norman Mailer walked up

and punched him in the stomach.

When Mark asked him why,

he just said it was

"for wearing a pink coat. "

I know I should have

been happy for Mark

that Norman Mailer

punched him,

but all I could think was,

"Will Norman Mailer ever punch me?"

Andy, why do you come

to confession?

Well, because

it's a sin not to.

Edie, come on now.

It's going to be over

by the time you're done.

You're not even

going to meet him.

We're going to be late.

Very late.

I just don't understand. Why are

Jasper's selling and mine are not?

I wonder if Picasso

knows who I am yet.

Andy, what are you doing

here all by yourself?

How's the movie business?

Oh, well, it's busy,

but I wouldn't call it a business.

I haven't made

any money off of it yet.

Of course you haven't, Andy.

The movie business

is the most fickle in the world.

- You know that.

- Oh.

Listen, I have met

the most remarkable lady.

- Oh.

- Old money- very old.

Oh good, does she want

to buy a painting? Who is she?

Oh, thank you.

Oh!

That's her.

That's Edie Sedgwick.

Oh.

What good manners. Chuckie,

pay attention to these gentlemen.

You just might

learn something.

Oh, wow.

She's so beautiful.

It's like a morgue in here. Please.

Her father struck

oil out west.

She escaped to art school

in Cambridge or somewhere.

Made her way

down here last year.

She's done some modeling.

Tried to get

into a gallery,

but no one has ever seen

anything she's done.

When you said "old money,"

you made her sound 50.

- Is that the Andy Warhol?

- Mm-hmm.

- Want to meet him?

- Of course.

Edie, this is Andy.

Hi.

Oh, it's just amazing

to meet you.

- I think you're just a genius.

- Oh.

No one is doing anything

like you right now

and that in itself is a sign

of brilliance, don't you think?

But I'd love you to be

in one of my movies.

And what would I have to do

in one of your movies?

Just be yourself.

Well which one?

You're the boss,

applesauce.

Andy, in your films,

what are you hoping to do?

We're just trying

to make it so bad,

but doing it well.

You know, where you get the most

scratches you can on a film.

Or all the dirt

you can get on a film.

Or zooming badly,

where you zoom and you

hit the most important-

miss the most

important thing.

And, uh...

your camera jiggles

so that everybody knows

you're watching a film.

How do you work

with your actors then?

What do you tell them?

Well, I don't like

to tell them what to do.

I mean, I just think

people are so interesting.

Some say your work

is pornographic.

Oh, yeah.

Isn't that great?

So...

do you work in hay?

Oh yeah,

we're making a cowboy movie.

Who are all these people?

Oh.

- That's Rotten Rita.

- Now turn for me.

And Silver George,

Debbie Dropout,

the Turtle.

I don't know who that is.

Who's that?

This is Ondine and Brigid.

- This is Chuck and Edie.

- Hello.

Andy, I got a new book

to draw in.

It said on the front,

"The Topical Bible. "

I didn't know what the theme

should be, so I thought,

"What rhymes with topical?"

And then I started rhyming.

Topical, bopical...

and then I got to "C."

Cockical. I mean, it's perfect, right?

An entire book about c*cks.

Yeah, that's great.

Her last book

was called "Scars,"

but "C*cks" has a nicer ring to it,

don't you think?

Hmm.

Ooh, maybe we can get

the President's.

Oh yeah,

Johnson's johnson.

Brigid, you got to

call your father.

Are you insane, Andy? You know what

my father would say to me?

- Maybe he'd want to be in the book.

- Yeah.

Brigid's father has an empire.

He's very rich.

Oh, you should do your cock

for the book too.

Hey, Andy,

we're ready.

Oh, we're gonna do the movie.

You want to see?

I can give him a tranquilizer.

Tranquilizer?

I'll take one of those, Mary.

Will you put

the microphone in lower

so we can see it?

Yeah, neat.

- Have you used one before?

- No.

It's easy.

Why don't you turn it on?

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Andy Warhol's "Horse. "

Which one of you

has a gun?

Which one of you has a gun?

Look at the size of it.

Ooh, look at that gun.

- I want to ride it on the prairie.

- I bet you do.

- You've seen bigger, yeah?

- No, of course not.

- Except once or twice.

- Hello?

We're doing a movie.

- Easy, horsie.

- Whoa.

- Whoa, easy there, boy.

- Oh my.

All right.

Oh, sh*t!

Shh.

Shh.

What do you think of The Factory?

Do you like it here?

Of course.

I think it's always good to get beyond

your experiences, you know?

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