[Doug]You said you wanted splashy.
-Is this splashy enough?-Well, it's a beginning.
I'm CFO, Chief Fun Officer.
And I'm art director,which is an actual title.
I have fans now.
Yeah, and they'reincredibly wealthy
and they live in castles
and hire meto shoot their playthings.
[Doug] We could turn Minxinto so much more
than just a magazine.
Merchandising, uh, events,
international editions,taking this thing global.
Something is going on with you.
Whatever this is, I wantto figure it out with you.
Please welcome Joyce Prigger.
-Am I a celebrity?-Sure, you're a celebrity.
[Joyce] Doesn't it seemlike people are longing
for a way to be more openabout sexuality
without feeling shame?
God save the queen of dicks.
[Joyce] And, you know,I don't think it stops there.
I-I think this feels likethe beginning of something.
[Eugene Blacknell's"Get in a Hurry" playing]
♪ ♪
[Eugene]♪♪ I got to get in a hurry ♪♪
[model] Hey.
[Eugene]♪♪ I gotta buckle down ♪♪
♪ ♪
♪♪ I can't believe ♪♪
-♪♪ My baby done put me down ♪♪-Thank you.
[laughter]
[Doug] Sunset Boulevard.You got 90,000 eyes a day.
That is a wonderful idea, Doug.
Truly inspired.
Really?'Cause yesterday you said
that billboards were "a blighton the public commons."
Well, you know what,I slept on it,
and it's a winner.[laughs]
[camera shutter clicks]
[Tina] Yes, Bambi.
Um, who are those people
and why do they keeptaking our picture?
That's Rolling Stone,and they're here today
doing a featureon Bottom Dollar.
You really needto read my memos, Bambi.
Oh, I don't read memoson principle.
But fun.
Yes, it is.
It's... so much fun.
[Tina] Big day today,big shoot, big issue.
Does anyone knowwhere Richie is?
Art department's still waitingon his approval,
and I don't knowwhy he's not here.
I'm here.I'm here and I'm ready.
[clears throat] Uh, more.
Both. Also both.
You know my budgets aren'tsuggestions, right?
Just how over are we?
Twenty percent and counting.
Eh, that's a rounding errorin my book.
I think we need to supportthis man's vision.
You've earned it.
Thank you, Connie.
And in other news,the, uh, comment cards
for my new science magazine,uh, Beyond,
came out, and they're, uh...
...they're very positive.[laughs]
Yeah, so I'll read 'em to you.
Somebody said, "Original."
"Mind-blowing."
"The biggest developmentin science
since the Punnett square."
I wrote that one.
And how are we lookingon the calendars?
[Doug] I think we've gotsome really sexy options.
Oh, Joycie,I pulled off the lady quotes.
So now it's just thickand juicy slices of beefcake.
Yum.
[Eugene]♪♪ I got to get in a hurry ♪♪
♪ ♪
♪♪ I got to get in a hurry ♪♪
What the hell was that?
We've gotRolling Stone posted up,
and all of a suddenyou decide to respect me?
Well, I-I don't--I don't know what you mean.
[camera shutter clicks]
[Doug]Come on, Prigger, please.
What are you doing?
This is our thing.
We fight, we bang heads,
but then we come togetherand we make magic.
It is very Minx-y.
When did that becomean adjective?
I just don't understandwhy you're trying
to bore this reporterout of a story.
Do you have any ideawho Simon Michaels is?
Y-you-you've brought deathto our door.
Okay, this guy,he writes searing exposés.
He uncovers malfeasance.
He topples despots.
Last I checked, you are nota third world dictator, Joyce.
I think we'll be okay.
[Joyce] Yeah, well, still,one never knows
what's goingto bring 'em down, you know?
Have you read a wordabout Nixon?
He's the presidentof the United States.
We publish a dick mag.
Although right now,
I don't knowwho's more paranoid.
In just six months,sales are through the roof.
Okay, writers begto contribute.
We're on top.I mean, come on, why risk that?
Because, Joycie, if we geton the cover of Rolling Stone,
it'll launch usto outer fucking space.
No--you mean launch Beyond.
Okay? I'm not an idiot.
I'm not risking Minx
just so you can giveyour pet project a boost.
So this is about jealousy?
Oh, my God, no.I'm very... I'm very happy
for you and your newcelebrity friend--
[Doug] My editor, Joyce,
Carl Sagan.
Yeah, that kind of pressis a distraction.
And what was that hatchet jobyou did on my calendar?
There it is.So you were pissed.
Doug, I spent hours curating
this-this treasure troveof feminist witticisms.
It pulled focusfrom the schlongs.
Schlongs without contextare just schlongs, okay?
It's the quotesthat make them Minx-y.
God damn it.
There it is, kid!There's the pepper!
Where was that in the meeting?
[laid-back rock music plays]
-[Shelly] Okay.-[Lenny] We gotta go.
Hey, and rememberGrandma's picking you up
after schoolfor the sleepover today, okay?
And if she popsthat second jug of wine,
I want you to call.
Well, Tommy hasa standing order
to water down the Carlo Rossiafter 9:00.
Oh, and don't worryabout going to the store.
-I have time today.-No way.
You got enoughon your plate as hostess.
And besides, I wantto make sure that you have
plenty of energy for later.
Oh, excuse me.
[Lenny] Mm-hmm.
[Shelly chuckles]
-[Lenny] Mm.-[Shelly chuckles]
I have a test first period.
Okay.All right, get out of here.
[Lenny] All right.
Well, well,good morning, lovebirds.
[laughs]
Hey, Harold and I werewondering if you had
a couple spots open at yourtable for dinner tonight.
You guys throwthe best parties.
Right, Harold?[laughs]
Driving the bus today, Lenny?
Must be in the doghouse.
[Lenny] Nope, just, uh,
enjoy spending timewith my children.
[Shelly chuckles]
I'm so sorry--even with the leaf,
we can only fit eight.
Maybe next time?
Okay.
[engine turns over]
You had one line, Harold.
One.
[singer]♪♪ Talk about your yo-yo ♪♪
[Bambi]And this is where Richie sits.
He used to be in the studio,
but thenLife magazine called him
"America's Picassoof the Pecker."
So, I gave him a work stationand two assistants.
And over here is Tina.
She got to chooseher own carpet.
She went with the short pile'cause she's classy.
Is that you right there?
[Bambi] Yeah.
That wasfrom before my CFO days.
[Simon]You went from nude model
to Chief Financial Officer?
Chief Fun Officer.
Yours sounds made-up.[laughs]
Also, I'm stillcenterfold coordinating,
which is a real job.
But I'm lookingfor my next gig here.
Just waitingfor the stars to align.
Speaking of stars,
who do we have here?
Astrologer, cosmetologist,
and Beyond magazine'seditor emeritus,
Mr. Carl Sagan.
Hello.
I'm almost noneof those things.
Okay, bye, guys.
Bye, Annie.
Do you know where I couldfind Joyce Prigger?
[indistinct chatter]
You one of those peoplewho can only write
in the midst of chaos?
[typewriter dings]
Here you go.
This should haveeverything you need.
Yeah, I-I thinkI missed something.
Oh, I wrote outmy answers in advance.
[Simon] Right, but I didn'tsubmit any questions.
I've done dozens of interviews,
and 95% of the questionsare exactly the same.
Um, I'm so sorry.What was your name again?
Annie Leibovitz.
Right, okay, um, Ms. Leibovitz,
could you please nottake my picture?
It's her job.
[Joyce]Well, I'm trying to do mine.
And you have caught meon a very busy day.
-"Where do you get your ideas?"-[Joyce] Mm-hmm.
"How do you find your models?
What does your boyfriend thinkabout your job?"
On that last one,I push back firmly but gently.
[Simon] I would never askthat question.
Well, you'd be the first.
Then why don't you let me be?
Talk to me about your book.That's a big advance.
Wh-what are you spending it on?
Uh, T-bills and a new condo.
Page three, halfway down.
And if you'll excuse me,
it looks like I'm neededin a meeting.
[jaunty music plays]
I'm getting a bounce.
That's dead skin.
Son of a bitch.
Pumice.
♪ ♪
Hey, Turtleneck, pumice stone.
Technically not a stone.
It's a mineral slurry.
[Doug]There's my handsome genius.
Hey, you wantsomething to drink?
A Fanta? You wanna get high?
Richie's got some great grass.
Forty-five minute driveto Syracuse,
two connecting flightsin coach,
all for an interview thatdoesn't seem to be happening.
Oh, it's happening.It is happening.
Believe me, believe me.When I told this reporter
you were here,he flipped his lid.
Betrayed noneof that excitement
-in our brief encounter.-Oh, he's just nervous.
He is beyond excited.
[laughing] Beyond.
Okay. I would like to get high.
Okay, good.
[country blues music plays]
[PA grunting]
♪ ♪
Why are thereso many tumbleweeds?
I asked you earlier.You said more.
I meant metaphorically.
This is supposed to bea lone tumbleweed.
Well, you're not gonnalike that.
-[Richie] Oh, my God.-[Bambi] Babes...
Wait, wait.Can someone kill the fan?
-What?-[Bambi] The models are upset.
[Richie] Good. The concept isDudes in Distress.
No, they're model upset.
The only way I can transforminto character
is to know who tied me up.
What's my moment before?
Plus, my cock'sgonna look smaller
if I'm further away.
Even thoughwe all know it's not.
Okay, everyone take five.
And can someone give the talentsome umbrellas, please?
[Bambi] Robert, Charlie.
[Joyce] I hear we're havingmodel drama.
Brando over hereis requesting special makeup.
He's convinced his characterwould be uncircumcised.
Well, he's not wrongfrom a historical perspective.
But, uh, that's notthe problem here, right?
The setup is not working.
I know. Something's missing.
-I just don't know what it is.-It's not tumbleweeds.
Okay, I thoughtthe "lone" was implied.
Right, yes.
How about this?
You move onto your secondary setups,
and then by the timewe're ready for our centrefold,
I will have a fix.
Okay.
[laid-back rock music plays]
You know, I'm not oneto comment on creative,
but this all seems a bit--
Off. Yes, I know.
-We're handling it.-Yeah.
I just don't wantto lose sight of our audience.
I mean, Minx is a verysuccessful women's magazine.
And this, two men together,
I feel like this putsa target on our back.
A target?
Well, there'sa whisper campaign
that a good numberof our readers are homosexuals.
Oh. Right, yeah.
But, I don't know,isn't it better if our work
is interesting to all kindsof different people?
I mean, in an ideal world,but we have advertisers
that are paying specificallyto reach women.
Let's not give them a reasonto question that.
I will take care of it.
I have complete confidencein you.
[Joyce chuckles]
Doug wanted me to tell youhe solved the problem
with the glow-in-the-dark mugs.
He doesn't need you.
The what?
Why am I just hearing aboutglow-in-the-dark mugs now?
And who drinks coffeein the dark?
No one,because it doesn't work.
Consider it dead.Here, go ahead with your day.
-What?-No, no, you're having a really
-busy day.-What are you doing?
-You just go do your thing.-Is that Carl Sa--
-[Doug] No, no, no, no.-Doug!
Simon, can I talkto you for a second?
Come on in.Carl, hit the lights, please.
-I should probably---[Doug] I agree.
[Carl] Black holes,
infinitely dense,
but exponentially fascinating.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
[Joyce huffs]
-Where's Simon?-He's in there with Doug.
I just got usedas reporter bait.
You need to talk to him.
Oh, God, you too?
I have enough on my platewithout Jann Wenner
calling me complaining.
We agreedto let Rolling Stone do
a feature about Bottom Dollar.
You've got to give theman angle.
The point of view of the womanat the centre of it all.
You're right.
Point of view is everything.
Yeah, right, okay.
Um, I'll talk to Simon,
but in return,I'm gonna need some horses.
How many horses?
-Four.-[Tina] One.
-Three?-One.
Fine, one, but no Clydesdales.
They're too cloppy.
I was gonna give you two.
-Is it too late to---Yes.
Hello.[chuckles]
[twangy country music plays]
[Bambi] Richie.
You need to take better careof yourself.
Here.
OJ and speed.
I had an interesting chat
with one of our cowboysearlier.
Which one?
The one you slept with.
More specific?
Richie.
[laughs] At the same time?
When all the doorsfinally open up for you,
it's kind of hardnot to go through them.
Been there.
When Elvis pulled me
out of that audiencein seventh grade,
it was the startof a fun few years.
Then I cleaned up my act,and look at him now.
Slurring his wordsin a sequinned cape
on a sad Vegas stage.
I don't want that for you.
I know.
But we get invited
to all these amazing eventsevery single night,
and I can't believeI get to be a part of it.
Linda Ronstadt is having
a privatelistening party tonight.
How can I skip that?
Linda's having a moment,and so are you.
But Linda is stillputting out music,
and you can't get your buttthrough one photo shoot.
You know you need to lay lowevery once in a while.
Rein it in, buddy.
[horse whinnies]
I had nothing to do with that.
[pop rock music playingover stereo]
♪ ♪
[Richie] That's right.
And when you look at them,
more powerful, please.
More anguish.
[horse whinnies]
[quirky rock music plays]
♪ ♪
You squared the circle.
Well done.
It was missing a point of view.
Needed a way infor the audience.
She speaks.
Please, don't stop.
Maybe she's thereto rescue them.
Maybe she's thereto torment them.
All we know is thatshe has the power.
What'd you have to do to geta horse here in 30 minutes?
Talk to you.
-[door clicks shut]-[Simon] Uh-huh.
-All right.-Not what I thought of
when you said supply closet.
Work here long enough, thisbecomes Wite-Out and staplers.
-[chuckles]-You know, you've been doing
an inelegant jobof avoiding me.
I wasn't trying to hide it.
I'd think you'd bea little less squeamish
for all the press you've done.
Those were puff pieces, okay?
We both knowthat a shrewd journalist,
someone who, I don't know,say, interviewed Idi Amin,
can take any little detailabout a powerful woman,
and then use it against her.
Okay, you know,I-I raise my voice,
"Abusive Bitch Claws Her Wayto the Top."
I wear my heels too high,
"Conniving Slut Sleeps Her Wayto the Middle."
Look, I get it.
We all wantto control the narrative.
But you're leaving meto fill in the blanks.
Mm-hmm, and what is itthat you think you see?
-Honestly?-[Joyce] Mm-hmm.
A woman grippingthe wheel so tight
her fingers are aboutto snap off.
So what,
"Skittish Control Freak Refusesto Have Fun"?
Nah, Joyce, listen.I-I didn't come here
to write about Bottom Dollaror Minx.
I came here to write about you.
Because I think we're inthe middle of a revolution,
and I thought you wereat the centre of it.
But you're just watchingfrom the sidelines.
Okay, come on.We're journalists.
Observing is our job.
Yeah, and sometimeswe can chase a story
only to realisethere's nothing there.
Uh, I...
okay.
[rock music plays]
I'm so glad you finally
sat downwith our friend, Simon.
I'm sure it went swimmingly.
Yes, very, very well.
Well, I know you were hesitantto do the interview,
but you did itbecause you understand
the value of visibility.
I was always more comfortablein the shadows.
It's safer there.
Well, the world does loveto watch a strong woman fall.
Which is why it's so importantthat they watch you succeed.
Mm?
I'm proud of youfor taking that risk.
I can't wait to read it.
♪ ♪
[Bambi] Hey.
I just hadan interesting conversation
with oneof our Rolling Stone friends.
[sighs] Which one?
The one you were rude to.
More specific.
[Bambi] Joyce.
At the same time?
What?
No, it--I...
look, when the worldis knocking at your door,
it's very hard not to put upa wall... with spikes.
Okay, listen, I get it.
Okay? You're having a moment.
But there's more to this job
than just putting outa magazine.
You're like the front womanof a band,
if bands had front women.
-[chuckles]-[Bambi] You need to take
a night every once in a while
and just havea little fun, okay?
I know you're that person too.
Am I, though? Am I fun?
For a successful personwith a big job,
I'd say that you're...pretty fun.
You know, we do get invitedto a lot of cool stuff.
Now's your chance to show Simonthat you're not just spikes.
It was touch and goat the start,
a-and then ol' Carl,he really turned on the charm.
Tins, by the end, it was likeSimon was almost in tears.
A hostage situationwith a happy ending.
[Doug] Yeah, but that'snot even the best part.
Carl was so happythat he called his buddies
over at NASA, a-and guess what?
Beyond is going to be
the official magazineof Skylab.
Look at you publishingthe first magazine in space.
I'm gonna goto Houston tomorrow,
and I'm gonna seal the deal,
and I want you to come with me.
I want to turn it into
a Doug and Tinaromantic weekend.
Houston in July? Sounds sweaty.
[laughs]Think of this.
The air-conditioned suite.The pool.
And if you playyour cards right,
I'll take you on a day tripto Galveston.
All right, I'll come...
if you finishthe Minx calendars.
Bottom Dollar is goinginterstellar, Tins.
The calendars can wait.
They're literally the mosttime-sensitive product.
You are killing mewith these calendars.
I don't care about the merch.I care about the magazines.
And I know they call meMug Renetti behind my back
like I'm some sortof flea market peddler.
It hurts my feelings.
We all have parts of our jobswe don't like.
-Yeah.-[Tina] Like reminding you
to do your work,
which is the jobof a secretary,
if you kept onefor longer than a week.
I would if one of 'em washalf as good as you,
believe me,but I can't find a good one.
Hey, um, Doug, quick question.
I hope it's notabout merchandise.
Um, it's about the firesin the parking lot.
-What?-Yeah, loose hay, smokers.
Do you make a Minx ashtray?
Glass or ceramic?
[indistinct chatter]
[glass clinking]
We're all friends here.
Some might saythe closest of friends.
So I have to ask,
which one of you had sexwith my husband in our house?
No, I mean last month.
Mm-hmm. Okay.
What did we say aboutloose-fitting jewellery, hmm?
Come on, guys,French clasps and studs only.
We still have a toddler whowill put anything in her mouth.
Sounds like Henrietta.
[laughter]
[Henrietta] Sorry, Shelly.
Oh, I mean Mistress Bella.
I'll forgive it this time.
[clears throat]
Tonight, Bella LaRouche haschosen a theme.
Sadie Hawkins.
Ladies choose their partners.
Eeny...
meeny...
miny...
mine.
Ugh, stop pouring that swillimmediately.
A giftfrom Charles de Gaulle to me,
and now from me to you.
I'll save my "Jacques Daniels"for another day.
You know, I think you liked memore when I was here less.
I feel that way about everyone.
[Constance] Mm.
If I overstepped this morning,
I apologise.
On the bright side,you're the proud owner
of 263 lightly usedtumbleweeds.
You know, you're the only onethat Joyce and Doug listen to.
And if powerful people listenonly to you,
that means you're the onewith all the power.
It only worksif no one notices.
Hmm.Well, how about you let me in
on a few more secrets?
I've been lookinginto Minx's revenue projection
for the next 24 months.
What are your comps?
Nothing.
Nothing?
[Tina] I had to create my own.
These are salesfor every BDP title.
Kung Fu Cuties.
Feet! Feet! Feet!
Yank My Doodle.
Oh, vulgar and patriotic.
All high floor, low ceiling.
Dependable,but marginal profit.
Minx is different.
If there's a ceiling,I don't know where it is.
That's the first timeI've seen you smile all day.
Huge margins havethat effect on me.
We're gonna get alongjust fine.
[both chuckle]
[rock music plays]
♪ ♪
I haven't spent enough timein the desert.
You are makinga compelling case.
You gotta come next time.
There's always room on the bus.
-[musician] We're on soon.-Okay. [laughs]
How do you two know each other?
Oh, come on.How can you live in LA
and not know Jackson Browne?
Sure, sure.
That was Glenn Frey.
Of the Eagles.
Joyce, I'm a reporterfor Rolling Stone.
I know every personin this place.
Okay, if you're tryingto prove something,
you pickedthe wrong place to do it.
Joyce Prigger,as I live and breathe.
Well, hello, Linda Ronstadt.
-Richie sends his regard.-[Linda] Mwah.
You and Simon Michaels.
Don't tell this man anything.
[laughs]Don't worry, she hasn't.
We've been having a ragingdebate on the pay gap in music.
Sonny and Cher arein a bad place.
We need your help.
-I got you, babe.-[Linda] Okay.
[Joyce] You get it?You get that?
I'm so glad we finally got youout to one of these things.
Me too, Linda.
And as the black hole pullsyour body apart,
galaxies form and explodebefore you over the span
of tens of thousands of years.
[psychedelic music plays]
Well, that is the fifth timeI've heard that today,
and, uh...
I still don't get it.[laughs]
[Constance] Oh, you're so muchmore fun to get high with
than that drip, Arthur Miller.
[timer ringing]
Oh, that's my cue.
Burbank airport awaits.
[Doug] Well, guess who'sflying first class?
She sprung for it,all three legs.
That's nice.
Fly safe, my dear.
[Doug] Huh? Huh?
He is a treasure.
He's ours too. We've got him.
-[chuckles]-[Constance] Mm-hmm.
If you like that,I got another magazine idea
that's gonna knockyour socks off.
-Okay.-It's about the working rich.
I wanna call it Jetset.
That's very niche.
No, I say targeted.
I think it's time that we startstreamlining operations,
cut loosesome of the under-performers.
Yeah, I agree.
What, uh...which ones are you thinking?
-Kung Fu Cuties.-Kung Fu Cuties.
And Feet! Feet! Feet!
-Really?-[Constance] Yeah.
Well, that one stings,I'm gonna be honest.
This one's gonnasting the most, then.
I've decided to notmove forward with Beyond.
-[chuckles]-Yeah.
You're kidding me.
No.
But you just sent Carlfirst class.
You just sent Carl first class.
The ceiling for scienceis just not high,
and it's a misuseof our most valuable resource.
Which would be what?
You.
Your merchandise has mademore money for this company
in the last six months thananything in its entire history.
I could just do so much more,I promise you.
No, but I need you to come upwith more ideas,
your big Renetti ideas,
for Minx.
-All right?-Yeah, okay.
Carl Sagan is notthe only genius
that I got high with tonight.
You know, they're calling youMug Renetti around the office.
You're goddamn right, they are.
[both chuckle]
I could never date a civilian.
But I really shouldn'tdate musicians either.
So you have to find someonethat's close enough
to what you dothat they get it...
-[Joyce] Mm-hmm.-[Linda] But far enough away
that they're cool ridingin the passenger seat.
So I could date a musician.
Only if you want herpes.
-Oh, my God.-[both giggle]
[person]Linda, you're on, babe.
-That's me.-Okay.
[sighs]
Oh, hi. Me? Um...
[rock music plays]
♪ ♪
Yes.[laughs]
[sniffs]Oh, fuck.
[clears throat]That's like night coffee.
[Linda] All right.
I am gonna play a few songs
off the new album tonight.
But I thought first,
we could warm things upwith a little jam.
So, Graham, get up here.
Uh, JD, where is my baby?
And--oh, Judee Sill,I know you're mad at me,
but I need you on guitar.
And I need a volunteerfor shakers.
Me!
-Get up here, Joyce Prigger.-Okay.
-[Linda] Are you guys ready?-[drum beating]
First chair French horn.[laughs]
♪ I've been cheated ♪
♪ Been mistreated ♪
♪ When will I be loved? ♪
[Shelly] Don't finish yet.
Hold it. Hold it.
Wallace. Look at me.
Not in the eyes.
I said look away,you little shit.
[Bambi] Hey, Doug.
Um, I took some initiative
and finishedthe Minx calendars for you.
Oh, that's unexpected, Bambs.
It's pretty complicated work
to do all that stuff,but, uh...
-You did this?-Yeah.
-[Doug] It's great.-Thank you.
You kept the pictures big,
and you even got Joyce'sboring quotes in there, Bambs.
Yeah, well,the image is the real draw,
so I put the quotesin complimentary colours
so they fadeinto the background.
It's excellent.
I would like you to consider it
my applicationto be your secretary.
If I'm gonna be Bottom DollarCFO for real someday,
I need to apprenticewith the smartest man I know.
And that's you.
And Colonel Tom Parker,but he's busy.
Think about it.
[sighs]
[Lenny huffs]
I'm really giving itto her in there.
Hey, Wallace is crying...
-in a good way.-[laughs]
[Linda]♪♪ When I find a new man ♪♪
♪ That I want for mine ♪
♪ He always breaksMy heart in two ♪
♪ It happens every time ♪
♪ Oh, I've been cheated ♪
♪♪ Been mistreated... ♪♪
Great party tonight, hon.
[Shelly] Mm.
Don't stay up too late.
Len, I was, um,
thinking about going backto Minx.
Oh. It's about time.
[Linda]♪♪ Tell me, when will I ♪♪
♪♪ Be ♪♪
♪♪ Loved? ♪♪
You know, you lookeddangerously close
to having a good time tonight.
[scoffs] Yeah, I thinkthat was the cocaine.
[chuckles]
Hey, I'm sorryfor torturing you today.
I've actually been tortured.
Today was fun.
I met Carl Sagan.
[Joyce laughs]
It's just...
Look, a lot of the peoplethat you've profiled
have then taken a fall.
You mean the oneswith death camps.
Yeah, and others.[scoffs]
I see.
I've gotteneverything I've ever wanted,
and it's happenedso fast, and...
And now you're thinking,what if you just got lucky?
Like, what if I screw it up?
And then it's justall just gone again.
[sighs] What then?
I mean, it's possible.
[Joyce scoffs]
But I have beentesting another theory.
Yeah?
Watching you,
reading your magazines,
talking to just about everyonewho knows you...
...have you ever consideredthat maybe
you are exactlywhere you belong?
It's okay to like it.
[Mick Ronson's"Only After Dark" playing]
[Mick] ♪♪ I feel my spirit fly ♪♪
♪♪ Only after dark ♪♪
[vocalising]
♪♪ I kiss the world goodbye ♪♪
♪♪ Only after dark ♪♪
[vocalising]
♪♪ NightsWith the city lights ♪♪
♪♪ Only after dark ♪♪
[vocalising]
♪♪ Run like the wonder way ♪♪
♪♪ Only after dark ♪♪
[vocalising]
♪♪ Won't you disappear ♪♪
♪♪ Into midnight with me? ♪♪
♪♪ Why don't you come? ♪♪
♪♪ Why won't you come? ♪♪
♪♪ Why won't you flyFly, fly? ♪♪
♪♪ Sweet elusive fate ♪♪
♪♪ Will be our company ♪♪
♪ ♪