Lovelace Page #3

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- I know, sweetie.

We all are.

There's just got to be more

to life than screwing around.

Than screwing around.

Sex, I don't enjoy it.

Sex, I don't enjoy it.

Linda? Harry.

We're getting it on

in the next scene.

Oh, hey, it's nice to meet you.

I thought your name was Dick.

My stage name used to be

Dick Long, but...

...it sounded kind of obvious,

so you know...

Yeah. I agree.

This is a great business, isn't it?

Anyway, I just thought I'd come by

and introduce myself

before we started going at it.

You OK?

I'm a little nervous.

I've never had lines to talk before.

We got the best job in the world.

We just tune everybody out,

live in the moment,

like we're the only two people

on the planet.

Tune everybody out.

- Live in the moment.

- Exactly.

You're gonna do great.

And I cannot wait to get it on.

Action!

- Whoa. Whoa. You all right?

- Yeah.

You OK? Yeah?

You're just gonna drive normally.

You know what we're doing, right?

- Mm-hm. Right.

- OK.

I just... I don't know how

I normally drive.

- You...

- I just drive, you know.

Yeah, that's exactly right.

Just drive, and pretend

we're not here, OK?

Whatever you'd normally do.

All right, we rolling? Let's roll.

Doing beautiful, baby, beautiful!

All right, sound, speed.

And action.

It's not that I'm turned off to sex.

I enjoy it. In fact,

I could spend the rest

of my life getting laid.

Then what seems to be the problem?

Well, I don't know.

Something's different.

I mean, there's just

got to be more to it

- than just a lot of little tingles.

- Little tingles?

- I want to hear bells ringing.

- Bells?

- Dams bursting!

- Dams bursting?

- Bombs going off! Something.

- Bombs going off!

Nurse, Mrs. Lovelace

is done with her bubbles.

- Thank you, Dr. Young.

- Open your mouth for me.

Wider. Ah.

- Ahh...

- Ah, ah, ah.

- Ah? Ah? Ah?

- Ah.

Well, there it is!

There it is, you little bugger!

- What?

- Your clitoris.

It's down in the bottom of your throat.

Oh, now, now, Mrs. Lovelace.

There, there. Listen.

It's better to have a clitoris

deep down in the bottom of your throat

than to have no clitoris at all.

That's easy for you to say.

Suppose your balls were in your ears.

Well, then, I could hear myself coming.

And cut!

That was great. That was great!

- That was fantastic, really. We good?

- Yeah.

Great work, everybody. That's a wrap.

Two days down.

Five to go. Nice work.

You see?

You see that?

That's gonna be a problem.

I need you

to do me a favor, Chuck.

What's that?

I need you to go to Miami,

pick up some film tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Tomorrow? Why?

- Why?

- Yeah.

Because the stores are all closed,

and if we run out of film tomorrow,

we're screwed.

But tomorrow's Linda's big day.

She needs me.

- Send somebody else.

- OK.

How about I send Linda for the film,

and you can spend tomorrow

with Harry's cock down your throat?

Man.

You got no movie

without my girl, right?

- You know that, right, Butchie?

- Yeah.

And we ain't got no movie

without no film neither.

Yeah.

All right, this is it,

everybody. Here we go. Places!

Camera! And action!

You can try it on me.

You'll like it.

Well, what do I have to lose?

Not bad. We're all gonna win Oscars.

Cut. Cut. Cut. Whoa! Harry?

- Mm!

- What's the matter?

What's happening? What'd you...

I don't... I'm... I...

- He came.

- Yeah.

He what? He came? You came?

Get outta here.

What is this, your junior prom?

I know. I didn't... I just wasn't...

Just give me three minutes.

I can go again.

I'm really sorry.

Did I do something wrong?

- No.

- No, sweetie, no.

- Whoo-hoo!

- No, thanks.

Hey! Hey, this is silk!

- Oyster?

- Thank you.

- Thanks.

- How you doing?

Hey, oyster man!

Yeah, come here. We gotta talk.

- Oyster, sir?

- Best oysters in Miami.

Come here, baby.

You know, these are natural

aphrodisiacs, honey.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, they make you horny.

I'm always horny.

- Marry me.

-Mmm.

No girl for you? I can fix that.

- No, thanks, Charlie.

- Hey, Linda.

Why don't you come

sit on Mr. Romano's lap?

I'm having an interesting

conversation, Chuck.

Why don't you sit on his lap?

All right, come on.

Party's moving up to my room.

Where you going?

- Up to my room. Come on.

- We're going upstairs anyway.

Quiet.

Quiet. Quiet.

Oh, my God, that...

that's unbelievable.

- Who's in the next room?

- That's Linda and Chuck.

Girl should be

in the f***ing Olympics.

I'm a little nervous.

Let's try this. Forget I'm even here.

Forget about all this stuff.

Just be yourself.

OK, um...

I don't think for the movie poster,

we can be so anatomical.

Just don't want to disappoint

anybody".I guess.

Tell me about the role you're playing.

A girl whose clit...

- I know all that.

- OK.

Um, tell me about

the person you're playing.

Well, at first, I'm...

...closed up like a flower...

- Mm-hm. Yeah?

- ...bud.

And, um...

And then, gradually,

the petals start to... to open,

and... and then...

...I finally learn about myself,

and I learn how to...

...to enjoy sex.

- Beautiful.

Then I feel free.

Don't worry.

They're just Polaroid shots.

I know. It's not that. It's just...

You made me beautiful.

All right, all right, all right.

Hey, what's the matter?

Your girl is gonna be a star.

Yeah, great, but who

the hell's "Lovelace?"

It's a dynamite name.

You got to admit that.

What about my name?

Linda and I are a team.

- What's wrong with Traynor?

- Nothing. Chuck Traynor.

- Good name for a producer.

- So I'm a producer now? That's funny.

I thought I was a production assistant.

A girl like Linda, you want to see her

name in lights. Like "Linda Lovelace."

That's gotta go up

on a billboard, right?

"Lovely lace."

"Lovelace."

- You're gonna be filthy rich.

- Me? No.

- You're gonna make a fortune.

- Come on, Charlie.

You don't think the investors

deserve to make a little bit of money?

That's not what I'm saying.

And, you know, my name isn't Charlie.

- Chuck.

- You got it.

Your girl's gonna be a star.

That's the value, man, and you,

you own the product.

- Two consenting adults.

- Six dollars.

- Is it all guys in there?

- What do you care?

Will you

pass me a cigarette, hon?

Do you mind if I smoke while you eat?

Hey, did you hear about Goldstein?

His magazine gave us 100 percent

on the Peter Meter.

Looks like we got

a full-blown big-titted hit!

What's the Peter Meter?

Did they say anything about

how the film was shot?

Who gives a f***, Gerry?

A hit's a hit.

Well, then, I could hear myself coming.

This is Chief Rocker

Frankie Crocker,

on WNYJ Radio, New York City.

We're back with the star

of the scintillating skin flick,

Deep Throat, Linda Lovelace,

and the film director, Gerry Damiano.

- Hi.

- Hello. Hello, New York.

Now, Gerry, you were saying earlier

how you as an artist

were able to transcend

the pornographic medium.

Yeah. Well, you know,

it wasn't that difficult to do.

I mean, it was... The industry

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