POSE

We're recording.

It's Tuesday, May 1.

I'm here with Angel, hometown the Bronx.

Congratulations, Angel.

We had hundreds of applicants,

and only five made it through to this final round.

That's quite the feat.

Why do you deserve to be the Fresh Face of 1990?

I don't know.

'Cause I'm a natural beauty.

And you don't got to beat my mug for me to be camera ready.

"Beat my mug"?

Yeah. You know.

- Oh, vogue. - Mm-hmm.

- That's quite on trend. - Like that.

That's all my clients are talking about.

But what else can you offer as a Fresh Face?

My heart.

Um, when a friend is having a hard time,

they call me.

And I give pretty good advice.

Well, that's all the questions I have.

Thank you for your time.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hold on.

You didn't even ask me why I want to be a Fresh Face of 1990.

When was the last time you've seen somebody

that looked like me be the face of a campaign?

I know I'm not as polished as these other girls.

But that don't mean that I want this any less.

I grew up in a home where I was told

that I would never amount to anything.

For a long time...

I believed it.

Sometimes I still do.

And I want to be an example to... to everybody...

that's told that they're worthless.

That they can make something of themselves.

Help me prove them wrong, Ms. Ford.

Pick me.

("My Prerogative" by Bobby Brown playing)

Oh, hey, Angel.

Where have you been, girl?

Papi told me you went for that modeling campaign.

- Good luck with that, girl. - Thank you.

I'm rooting for you.

The category is...

Femme Queen Runway.

I need to see you bitches

stomping down this runway in your best 501s, honey.

Hey, how'd it go?

- I think I got it. - Ooh!

Ain't nobody coming between you

and your Calvins, honey.

Aw... shoot.

Come on, now, Miss Angel.

Serving us them good genes, baby.

And I'm talking about denim...

and skin.

Ah, y'all like that double entendre?

Catch it, catch it, baby.

Ooh...

Yes.

Judges, your scores.

Ten, ten, ten, ten...

ten!

You know it don't get no better than that, baby.

Come on, get this trophy.

Just take it on home, honey.

She branching out into the world, y'all.

She makes her own decisions.

Yeah, honey, it's your prerogative.

The Evangelistas are turning it tonight.

You want that... that arch?

Hell, you look like one of them catalogue girls.

- Ain't nobody gonna be in no catalogue.

- Why? They don't pay or something? - No.

'Cause I want to be in a magazine. I'm a magazine girl.

Damon, get that phone.

Oh, my goodness.

Angel, it's for you.

Oh, my God, it's Ms. Ford.

Okay.

Thank you.

Bye.

What'd they say?

Just... Pap. Pap, Pap, stop.

Oh.

- Baby girl, I... - Angel.

- I'm so sorry, Angel. - That lady must be blind or something.

- Nah, she is wrong. I'm-a give her a piece of my mind. Stop it.

I'm tired of your scheming

and your big plans and your stupid dreams.

You always putting shit in our minds

to make us think that we deserve more.

Why don't you just focus on yourself?

Just... leave me alone.

- Don't worry, I got it. - Mm-hmm.

You okay?

Yeah.

The category is...

Live...

Work...

Pose!

I never wanted anything...

as much as this.

I was gonna snatch that title.

Be a real Ford model.

My face was gonna be everywhere.

Well, look.

I still see all that for you.

You a model if I ever seen one.

That corny-ass competition's not gonna stop you,

'cause it's your destiny.

Oh, my God.

Uh, uh... ah...

- I'm s... I'm so sorry. - No.

- I-I loved it. - I loved it... too.

We should get a room.

I'm...

I'm not... I'm not in a rush.

I've been waiting for a girl like you.

I knew you was the one since I first seen you.

Let me take you out.

Like, on a real date.

("Black Cat" by Janet Jackson playing)

So the Little Bitch is back.

- Lock the door. Have a seat. - Yes, mistress.

I see you brought me something to add to my collection.

- I did, mistress. - Interesting.

I've never used one of these before.

What's it do?

You screw the poppers to the front of the mask,

and it releases a slow, steady supply

so you don't get a rush all at once.

I admit, I had a moment of weakness

the last time we played.

But I cannot condone the use of drugs in my presence.

I don't even take Tylenol.

Name your price.

$300 extra on top of the normal $350.

Whatever you want, mistress.

Thank you.

Hard day at the office?

I got passed over on a promotion

by some Ivy League newbie.

My sales beat him the last three quarters.

I cannot tell you

the amount of pressure...

Shut your mouth. Leave your worries outside.

- Mistress Elektra will take good care of you.

How's that?

Mm, perfect.

Can you come back in 20 minutes after everything's kicked in

so I can fully enjoy my beating?

Certainly.

I'm on your time.

Bye-bye, now.

Is my Little Bitch ready?

Nod your head if you're ready for your beating.

Shit.

No. No!

Shit! Fuck!

Paul, wake up.

Wake up, Paul!

Oh, God. No.

No. Oh, God, no.

Oh, shit.

Elektra, what do you want? What are you doing?

- Is there anyone here? Are you alone? - Yes!

Blanca, I fucked up. I really fucked up this time.

Okay, okay, calm down.

Well, give me something for my nerves.

There's something I haven't told you.

And you can save your judgment.

I'm employed at the Hellfire Club.

- You work as a mistress? - Yes.

I have this client, Paul.

A little creepy, but he tips well.

He enjoys doing a little coke

when we do, you know, what we do.

Girl, if this is about borrowing money for rehab,

I am not falling for that again.

Will you just shut up and listen!

He likes drugs. And to be restrained.