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Angela!

Angie!

Angela!

Angela, no, let me go!

Let go of me, let go, let go!

Let go, let go of me!

(sobbing)

Let go of...

A giant can of solvent, (mumbles),

lying on its side with the lid off,

nine feet from body.

Four feet to (mumbles).

, some sort of blunt.

Body, completely charred.

film from camera,

Sergeant Crio from Homicide Squad to be informed.

Tagged for processing (mumbles)

Glad you could make it.

I hope we haven't dragged you out of bed.

Sorry Mr. Buchey.

Beg yours?

I said I'm sorry Mr. Buchey.

My Godfather, you look like the dog's dinner!

This is a hair dressing salon not a fish cannery!

God I don't know why I bother!

Oh, Mrs. Stover, we weren't expecting you.

I'm running early, can you take me now?

Uh, well, I'm afraid you'll have

- to wait... - Listen pumpkin.

I've got better things to do than sit around here all day,

maybe I should take my business elsewhere.

Well, perhaps I could do you?

I want Angela.

Uh, Miss Bailey is busy with another client.

Then why don't you take over the other client,

and that will leave Angela free to do me?

Well I'm afraid that's impossible.

Well?

Yes, you could stand a bit of a touch up.

Mm, that's for sure, but don't change the subject.

Oh I don't know Madeline.

Oh what's to know, is this?

Perhaps if I just layer this bit back here a little.

Angela my hair is fine, just fine.

Let's go see Linsey now, at least meet him,

he'll be able to put your mind at ease.

- I promise. - I don't look anything

like a model!

Oh you're an authority are you?

I'm flat chested.

Oh Sugar, tits went out with Jayne Mansfield.

Linsey does advertising, classy stuff.

But it's easy for you, you always look so,

well, classy.

What are you, a car accident?

Oh come on Angela let's go, grab the devil by the tail!

I thought you were saving to go overseas?

How much have you saved, hmm?

$237.

- That much eh? - I can only bank whatever

I can keep away from Mum, otherwise...

Sweetheart, you need cash, lots of it, and quickly.

How much does this Linsey pay?

More than $237, flush out.

Well I couldn't possibly get away today.

- You can if you want. - I can't!

Oh yes you can.

- How? - Mr. Plackert?

It's Buchey!

Plackert's like (mumbles), right Mr. Plackert?

Some problem Mrs. Stover?

Yes, Angela would like an hour or so off work.

Or in fact make that the rest of the day.

Perhaps she needn't return at all?

Splendid.

Madeline!

Will you keep you voice down?

She'll talk like she damn will likes, you pathetic faggot!

Well!

It takes one to know one doesn't it, Mrs. Stover!

You only live once Ann, you've got to reach out

and grab life by the short and curlies!

Easy for you to say.

Come on, stop putting yourself down!

You listen to the wrong people.

You're mother's always telling you you're plain,

your boss tells you you're stupid,

your boyfriend tells you

you're frigid, making you believe every word of it.

Shove off, creep!

(poignant music)

Well I haven't got a boyfriend.

Anymore.

No?

But who'd (mumbles) her?

Becky.

- Did she live here? - She and Lindsey,

and Peter, and Wendy,

it depends on who's in town, it varies.

It must get confusing.

Exactly.

Knock knock!

Nail polish!

Oh, what color?

Uh, placenta.

How 'bout, uh, fire engine red?

Yes.

I've brought a friend.

- Shit! - What?

Oh no, no no that's fine,

that's fine it's fine it's fine it's fine it's fine

it's great!

Hi.

Please to meet you!

Uh, I thought you might be able to use her,

she has an interesting face don't you think?

Great!

Her name is Angela.

I'll buy it.

What sort of an ad's this?

Oh this isn't an ad, this is art.

Didn't we do a deodorant commercial together?

Uh I don't think we've, uh...

It's all right Mad, Mad it's all right.

I've worked with her before, everything is all right.

But...

Well is there anything coming up you can use her for?

Yes, fine.

Well, what exactly is it?

Uh, you've heard of still life?

Exploratory still death.

Linsey is preparing an exhibition.

Wow great, but, what I meant was, what,

what exactly is coming up?

Oh a job of course.

- Isn't it? - Right.

What I tell you?

Wait a minute though, what job?

Who cares, the great Linsey wants you, Sugar!

- Right? - Mmm?

- Right? - Pardon?

You do want to use Angela, as a model for an ad?

Ah yes, great, great!

Oh Linsey the poor girl

is going to think you're mad.

Mmm-hmm...

Everything's going to be all right Maddy.

Everything's gonna be all right, absolutely, perfect.

Thank you,

but I think I better tell you,

I've never done an ad before in my life.

In fact I'm not even a model, I'm a hair dresser.

Good, good.

I'll pick you up at 8:30 tomorrow morning.

- Uh... - Nine, doesn't matter.

No but, what's the ad for?

Cologne (chuckles).

Eh, uh, I'll pick you up at nine o'clock then,

what's the address?

Oh I live with my mum, I think I better meet you here.

All right I'll meet you here and then

I'll drive you down in the car.

Down where?

To the beach.

We're gonna shoot an ad on the beach?

In the middle of winter.

Well that's advertising, Sugar.

Winter campaigns are shot in summer,

and summer campaigns are shot in winter.

Well, what do I wear?

- Definitely not! - What's wrong with it?

If there's nothing wrong with it,

why doesn't he tell me?

Linsey, (mumbles).

- Oh sure. - Angela, this is probably

the top advertising photographer in this country

and he wants to do you!

Who cares what you wear?

I care!

My mother will certainly care!

It's what I won't be wearing that bothers me!

You're being ridiculous, Linsey's a professional!

Madeline the man takes photos of dead mice.

Think of the opportunity.

Definitely not.

Then think of the money.

No way!

How much?

One.

One hundred dollars for one day's work?

Dear sweet Angela.

$1000 for 1/2 day's work.