Gia Page #2

"I just wanna taste your temperature. "

Go see, go see, go see,

go see somebody else.

I ain't no good at this.

I ain't no good at this at all.

But even if you are good at it,

what, exactly, are you good at?

- You can't leave now.

- I have to go.

What, what?

To Philadelphia?

- For what?

- I got stuff.

I have to go.

Well, somebody has to take care of me.

I'm just a kid.

Bullshit.

What's in Philadelphia

that's more important than me?

- Do not do that.

- Do not do what?

Do not pretend you're gonna do something

when you know you're not.

What am I not gonna do?

What else?

What?

- Know what I want?

- What?

What?

How do they fit?

This turn you on?

Yeah.

- Kinda.

- All right.

Come here.

- Have you ever had sex with a man?

- Yeah.

Once.

And?

And I could've done that

with a German shepherd.

Dear Book, this is

another day in the life.

A life is like a book.

A book is like a box.

A box has six sides,

inside and outside.

So how do you get

to what's inside?

How do you get

what's inside out?

Once upon a time,

there was a very pretty girl...

who lived in a beautiful box

and everybody loved her.

- Yes, hello?

- Hello?

- What?

- Who the hell is that?

- Wili?

- Who is it?

- Christ's sake.

- I couldn't sleep.

- Middle of the night.

- It's very late.

- I know.

- Goddamn it.

Is that your husband?

- Yes.

- Is he pissed?

Yes.

Is it true that he drinks?

That's what everybody says.

And he gets violent?

What is it you want, Gia?

If he ever lays a hand on you,

I'll f***in' kill him.

Why can't you sleep?

Do you want me to come over?

You're nervous about tomorrow.

Yeah, I am.

Well, everyone is nervous

on their first shoot.

You'll be fine.

Yeah, I just don't know what to do.

You know?

Did you do your colonic?

Yeah.

Good.

Go to bed now.

Take one half...

of the Nembutal-

the yellow and black.

You'll be fine.

- Just be yourself.

- Okay, yeah.

What is that?

Oh, darling...

if I could answer that for you

or for me...

well, life on this planet

would be a very different proposition.

So I tell her, "Look...

I know Calvin...

and I asked him about you...

and he didn't know who you were. "

- She's such a liar.

- Oh, man.

Excuse me, can I help you?

Yeah, yeah.

Could I have some more coffee, please?

- Are you Gia?

- That's me.

You're late.

Go wash your face.

I already did.

It's nice to meet you too.

What the hell

am I gonna do with you?

I got it.

I don't know.

I'm just some dumb girl from Philly.

Oh, my God, she's a beast.

She scares me.

Oh, Phillipe, does she remind you

of your mother?

No, she reminds me

of my brother.

He's in jail now, thank Jesus.

Okay.

What?

It's wonderful.

Let's see this face.

I'm checking to see

if you need to be tweezed.

- I'm tweezed.

- I'm Linda.

Nice to meet you.

Dreadful.

Absolutely horrendous.

More teeth.

Every photograph makes a promise,

and the promise is never kept.

Look brain damaged.

That's what makes a photo great.

And if the promise is sex...

- then you really have something.

- Good.

Wonderful.

Well...

that was all sh*t.

- F*** you.

- Now we can pay our rent.

Who wants to stay

and make some art?

What's art?

Keep the fence,

lose the clothes.

No, thanks, I'm gone.

I'm outta here.

See you.

I'll stay if Linda stays.

- Linda, liebling?

- Yeah.

Go stand by the fence.

- You want me in the shot?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And lose the clothes.

Sex- Sex was really easy.

It was.

Sex was everywhere.

It didn't really mean too much.

Love was the hard thing to find.

Even if you were looking for it,

which not too many people were.

Even if you found it...

which not too many people did...

even if it was right there

in front of you...

how could you see it

with all this sex in the way?

Hey, where you going?

What happened?

What's the matter?

You don't have any clothes on.

Don't change the subject.

I have a boyfriend.

So?

So, I have to go.

I have to go, I have to go.

Everybody has to go.

Where the f*** does everybody go

when they have to go?

You- You and I had a-

I mean, it was-

I had a-

I'm really very square.

So am I.

Yeah, I can see that.

Please, don't go.

Please, don't go.

Please, I'll make you breakfast.

Come on.

- Going down?

- No.

- Yes.

- No!

No, no.

What are you doing? No.

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

- Linda!

I'll call you.

It was like a puppy.

Love me, love me, love me.

I did.

I did right away.

Extraordinary,

as in phenomenal...

as in a gold mine.

Tough, vulnerable, old, young...

decadent, innocent...

male, female.

You look like you don't give a sh*t.

I met somebody,

someone I really like.

Good. Good for you.

Take a deep breath, darling.

You are in for the ride

of your life.

Paolo.

Lower the f***ing drawbridge.

Give me some of those drink tickets.

Always a pleasure to see you too,

Stephie, and this must be Gia.

How do you know my name?

I'm god, I know everything.

See, even god knows your name.

With a face like that,

she doesn't need a name.

Actually, Tony,

my face is a little higher.

Anytime, Gia, anytime.

Stop being stingy, Tony.

That's something to be on-

downers and champagne.

Very rich.

Ooh, did him in a car once.

I can't remember exactly

how fast we were going.

That's Stan Girardi. Used to do it

with Cheryl, but he's doable.

Ooh, Joe Jamison.

Beautiful, but gay.

Not that that'd ever stop me.

A little tongue up his ass...

and he's all yours.

You're full of sh*t, aren't you?

Sometimes I don't believe it,

but it's all true.

Okay, break it up.

- On your left.

- Who was that?

I have no idea.

I do be the prettiest, prettiest girl.

I do be that.

No, she's new, brand-new.

You have to see her. You'll like her.

- She's on the cover.

- Gia, yeah.

No last name.

Just Gia.

Boring.

Played out.

Fat.

Boring.

Too dumb.

For winter, we need meat.

We need someone

with blood in her veins.

Not just suntan oil

and mineral water.

Oh, God, I am so sick of her face.

- Who's this?

- One of Wilhelmina's new girls, Gia.

This is meat.

This is sirloin.

It's lusty.

Winter is carnivorous-

rich browns, reds, big animal prints.

This is it. Yes!

I just bought it.

What do you think?

- Wow.

- "Wow"?

Wanna go for a ride?

- I don't know.

- Oh, oh, yeah, you do. Come on.

Yes!

- Where we going? What?

- Philadelphia.

- Hold on!

- I am!

Yeah?

Hi, Kathleen.

My God.

Oh, my God!

Come on in.

- Come on.

- This is my girlfriend, Linda.

Linda? Yeah, hi.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

So, tell me about New York.

Oh, God, it was like seeing

an old girlfriend.

Oh, yeah, she told me all the gossip

about all the models.

You know, who had bad skin

and who had bad hair.

The things that they did,

she told me about.

And the places that they went-

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

You're on the cover of Vogue!

I can't believe it.

Oh, my God, isn't that beautiful?

Oh, honey.

So what else is going on, huh?

Do you have a boyfriend?

Uh, no.

Linda has a boyfriend.

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