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you wouldn't believe, I mean...

All right, Miss Cake.

I know you're upset.

She was a good friend of yours, wasn't she?

- Miss Cake...

- Why don't you call me Cathy?

Look, I know she was a good friend of yours

and that you're upset.

But I think maybe what's

really bothering you is that...

you got half a movie done and your

leading lady's in the trunk of Big Mac's car.

Isn't that really it?

Look, you can tell me 'cause I for one don't

think you're out of your noodle, particularly.

That's a very kind thing

for you to say, Miss Cake.

And I don't know so much about your

rope not rising and stuff, either...

because I've seen you work.

I saw you when we came in.

You may still be just a ghost story

to this Clark Gable...

but I've seen you work.

And while I was watching you...

I thought about what he said, about being

good, but you could make him great...

because, you know,

I'm going to be in the movies.

- Big Mac's going to put me in the movies.

- So he said.

So he said.

And he's going to, too.

Don't you worry about that.

Do I look worried to you, Miss Cake?

Now don't get mad.

I'm just trying to tell you.

I think you're a genius.

I've seen every movie you've ever made...

just like everybody else.

And I want to be in the movies,

just like everybody else.

Only I'm really going to be...

because Big Mac thinks I'd be

pretty hot stuff up there.

So he said.

But the guy's a hamburger.

I mean, you know it, I know it,

so why should we kid ourselves?

Why indeed, Miss Cake?

But he's not so dumb that he didn't

offer you a six-picture contract...

when everybody else thought

you were a ghost story.

And you're not so dumb

that you didn't take it.

And I'm not so dumb as you think.

So let's talk freely...

like two mature adults.

By all means.

Let's...

What's on your mind, toots?

I want you to make me great.

I want you to teach me what are inserts.

- You are a silly little girl, Miss Cake.

- I'm not.

And I've just seen you work.

And a silly little girl wouldn't

make you a deal like a mature adult.

A deal, Miss Cake?

A mature adult deal?

Go ahead and laugh, but that's what

I'm saying. A deal.

I don't even know what inserts are

but I'll do them. I'll do anything you say.

- Don't you think I know that? Forget it.

- You need me.

No soap.

You want to finish this movie?

It finished with Harlene.

It didn't. You were going to use her dead.

She was dead when it started.

You're lying. I saw you work.

You got close, you know you did.

You want to think I'm using you...

go ahead, what difference does it make

as long as you get this movie finished?

- Watch your step, Miss Cake.

- Why?

Because you're making me like you

a little bit too fast.

- Why don't you call me, Cathy?

- Why don't you take off your blouse?

Okay.

Okay, Miss Cake.

Let us see exactly...

how far down into it we can get.

Into what?

Into the valley of indecency.

That's a pretty crummy way of looking at it.

The trick, Miss Cake,

is not to look at it at all, but simply...

limp to the edge of patience

and let yourself fall.

Look up here, please.

Oops.

- Hot, Miss Cake. Hot work.

- I can take it.

I'm sure you can.

But a day will come, Miss Cake...

when you can't.

Not for me.

Perhaps not.

If you're any good, it will.

And then, Miss Cake,

you will be faced with the...

penultimate decision.

Do you do the intelligent thing

and bow out gracefully...

or do you continue...

against all that is holy...

and make up your mind

to vanish once and for all...

into the mists of self?

I'll go on, no matter what.

I want to be in the movies.

I want to be an artist.

You mean, you want to do both?

Then you will be faced

with the ultimate choice, won't you?

You will have to pick someone to abuse.

The person closest to you

generally fits the bill...

which, by then, Miss Cake, will be you.

Look this way, please.

Do you mind my asking

what happened to you?

I mean, what's made you like this?

You had a brilliant future.

I fulfilled it, Miss Cake, at an early age.

I'm the Boy Wonder,

that's all that happened to me.

That's it? Pure and simple.

Nothing simple is ever pure, Miss Cake.

You know what I mean. Why are you so-

Talkies are here to stay. I wish to God

I was equipped to handle them but...

you see, I simply don't have the resources.

So since we are working here

on a more or less primitive basis...

silence will suffice.

No...

Unwrap the meat.

The meat?

You're trying to offend me.

On the contrary, Miss Cake,

I never have to try...

this early in the game.

Now, come on. Get the goods out.

First, tell me what are inserts?

Inserts, Miss Cake, are close-ups...

garish interludes in the progress

of the whole. Now, unwrap the meat.

If these inserts are so garish,

why do you bother with them?

Because...

keeping the whole...

in perspective...

is quite a taxing little horror, Miss Cake.

Now, unwrap the meat.

You unwrap it.

Let's not play games, Miss Cake,

what do you say?

I say you ought to take some pictures

of my face first.

After all, that's what they'll

be photographing in the real movies.

Perhaps so.

But it's your meat

they're going to be thinking about.

You didn't have to do that.

If you only truly meant that,

Miss Cake, we might get this movie done.

What's Mac going to say?

I'm not so sure about this anymore.

Giving up already, Miss Cake?

What's Mac going to say?

Something rhetorical, in which case

you won't be pressed to answer.

Now lie back down on the bed.

He can afford to make jokes.

My sense of humor's

been bought and paid for.

You wanted to be in the movies.

But he treats me like a child.

He's only cheating himself.

He pays adult prices.

Hey, why do you say things like that?

I mean, what kind of a guy are you?

No wonder you can't get your rope to rise.

Look...

I've been in the business a long time, okay?

Now move your hands.

No. Now what's that supposed to be,

some kind of apology?

You want me to move my hands?

You tell me what's under them.

Oh, Jesus. Breasts, okay?

Soft, trembling mounds

of pear-shaped fragrance, okay?

Now move your hands.

You really do think I'm a silly little girl.

Okay, now we're ready to roll.

Now, Miss Cake, here's the scene.

You are being raped. Raped and strangled...

with a silken ascot.

I'd like you to think of that now.

Think about that and act accordingly.

It's that simple.

What do you mean, act?

The camera isn't even on my face.

Anybody could do this part

with the camera on their face.

Anybody.

That's where the challenge comes in,

you see?

You are being asked to express yourself...

through your tits, you see?

Which, after all,

shouldn't be too hard for you, Miss Cake.

What's that supposed to mean?

Is that some kind of crack?

No, the crack inserts comes a little

later. Now you ready? Let's go.

You know that's real swell in theory,

you know what I mean...

but if they're meat to you...

what do you think they are to me?

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