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on their way to their next gig.

So you never get

to be alone with them?

- Rarely.

- Poor Jeff.

I am compensated for my troubles.

Don't worry about me.

But I like worrying about you.

It makes me wonder...

What?

No, no. Forget it.

No, come on.

Come on. What's in that

insane mind of yours?

Okay. We'll have another screwdriver

and then maybe I'll tell you.

- I'm waiting.

- Hold on.

You are not keeping up.

What?

Okay, here's where you're supposed

to make it easier for me and read my mind.

You're wondering how many

models I've done it with.

No.

- How many?

- None of them.

- Oh, get out.

- No. They're underage, mostly.

I'd be arrested.

So you're not arrested

for photographing them like this?

I'm very aware

of the legal boundaries.

- I have to be.

- Right. Right.

'Cause secretly...

Secretly...

you would like to do them.

No. There's just one

that I slept with

when we were both younger.

That one?

No out here.

- In the bedroom?

- No...

What's her name?

Hey.

"Janelle. "

Yeah. Janelle.

So, what? What? Was she, like,

the first big girlfriend or something?

That's right.

Learned everything I knew

practicing on her.

And that date...

Was that the first time

that you guys...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

So, what? Where is she now?

She actually signed with Ford

right after this shoot.

- She really took off. She, um...

- Oh, my God.

She is, like, on magazine covers.

I know her.

Well, like, not personally, obviously.

You are impressive

every second.

The models are impressive.

I just know how to bring it out.

You still love her.

No.

Ah... yeah.

- No.

- Yeah!

- No.

- Really?

- No.

- Really, really, really?

No.

I still love how simple things were

back then but...

You know, I...

I don't want to forget that, but...

we've moved on.

You're lonely.

No.

I can hear it in your voice.

I'm a big boy.

I guess everyone kind of

has a Janelle, right?

I guess.

Hey.

What if you got

one of your cameras

and we can see

what you can bring out in me.

- This is what you wanted to ask?

- Well, I...

- It's not as easy as you think.

- Okay.

Models don't just pout their lips.

They have to be willing

to open up.

They have to show us

a little of their soul,

their secrets.

And most people only open up

from weakness.

Nobody wants to see photos

of weak people.

We look at great models

because they open up...

from a position of...

of, uh, of strength.

They have the strength...

to believe they can do anything,

no matter how crazy, or, uh...

Are you okay?

- Let's try something.

- Okay.

Do me out here.

- I shoot everyone in my studio.

- Oh, come on.

But I'm not everyone, am I?

Clearly not.

Come on, Jeff. Shoot me.

Come on.

Shoot me.

- Don't do that.

- What?

That phony music video crap.

Come on.

Just be yourself.

Just be open.

- Weren't you just listening to me?

- Come on, Jeff.

- Sit down.

- Shoot me.

Look at me.

Be honest.

Would you listen to me?

Just sit down.

- Jeff, I don't...

- Sit down.

- J-Jeff, I don't...

- Sit down!

Are you okay?

I don't feel so good.

Did you... Did you call me?

Sorry. I was just looking through

your medicine cabinet.

Okay, boring!

No Valley of the Dolls stuff at all.

Can't help but wondering

why all the lubricants though.

Oh, hey, just...

Tell me when you're ready.

Take your time.

What did you...

- What di...

- You remember what I said

about not drinking anything

you didn't mix yourself?

That's good advice

for everyone.

You know what? I'm sorry

you were drugged for so long.

I've never really done that before

and I swiped this from my dad.

Didn't come with directions

and it's not like I could just ask him

how much to use.

So I probably used too much

or those screwdrivers could

have affected my judgment, you think?

It's real water.

Scout's honor.

Wha...

Why do I get... tied up first

if this is how we're gonna play?

Jeff...

play time is over.

Now it's time to wake up.

This isn't funny.

Is this some... teenage joke?

"Teenage. "

Yes.

Joke?

No.

- Now let me...

- Patience.

- Let me go. Let me go!

- Patience.

- Let me go!

- Patience.

I'm just checking out

the side of the house, okay?

You know, I saw this cop show once.

It was great.

And the killer, he thought he had cleaned up

all the evidence

but some of the victim's blood

was on his shirt

and, yeah, sure,

he washed it,

but some of the dried up blood

got caught in the lint trap, so...

I mean...

Anything in here

I should know about?

What the f*** are you doing?

That's kind of been

my question, Jeff.

What the f*** are you doing,

living in a house filled with pictures

of half-naked teenage girls?

Oh, none of whom

you've ever done it with...

Help! Help!

Help! He...

There is really no point

in me taking any risks, Jeff.

Technically, I could let you scream

your f***ing brains out

and no one is going to hear you.

Yeah, I waited till today

because Mr. Coughlin is at work,

and the Kraskows...

they're vacationing in Santa Barbara.

Still, I can't have some pedestrian

just happening by as you're screaming,

so shut up, or next time

it's gonna be bleach, okay?

You've been stalking me?

Okay.

All right. Let's get this straight.

You have been stalking me.

Yeah. I went into other chat rooms,

with different nicknames.

You would get to know

each woman...

and then as soon as you found out

they were any bit older than me

you would just drop them like that.

You took your time

sniffing out someone my age.

I didn't talk to the others

because they were boring.

- You and I connected.

- Oh, right.

Come on. You think

I faked all that?

You know, actually

it's kind of funny.

Because every time I would mention

some obscure singer or band

you knew so much about them.

But not right away.

It was, like, a few minutes later.

Maybe to give you enough time

to look them up on the web?

Jeff...

you used the same phrases

about Goldfrapp

as they do on Amazon. com.

Busted.

By the way,

I f***ing hate... Goldfrapp.

Come on.

I wanted to impress you.

I'm not the first guy to do something

stupid to impress a girl.

Does that deserve being

tied up and tortured?

Torture?

Is this torture to you?

I guess you've never read anything by

Amnesty International or Human Rights Watch

because this...

This is nothing.

Of course you're not

the first guy to lie to a girl, Jeff.

The operative word there

being "girl. "

I mean, you know

how old I am.

What makes a kid who's barely past

her first period worth all this research?

I mean, you really got

to start to wonder

when a grown man

goes through all this trouble

just to charm a girl.

Wow. There's that word again.

"Girl. "

You know, maybe it's

this whole camera thing?

Cameras... computers.

They let you hide, don't they?

So safe.

I heard how your voice changed

when the camera came between us.

My voice changed

because I felt sick

because you drugged me.

Yeah, you were drugged, all right.

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