Gia Page #3

and everybody loved her.

- Yes, hello?

- Hello?

- What?

- Who the hell is that?

- Wili?

- Who is it?

- Christ's sake.

- I couldn't sleep.

- Middle of the night.

- It's very late.

- I know.

- Goddamn it.

Is that your husband?

- Yes.

- Is he pissed?

Yes.

Is it true that he drinks?

That's what everybody says.

And he gets violent?

What is it you want, Gia?

If he ever lays a hand on you,

I'll f***in' kill him.

Why can't you sleep?

Do you want me to come over?

You're nervous about tomorrow.

Yeah, I am.

Well, everyone is nervous

on their first shoot.

You'll be fine.

Yeah, I just don't know what to do.

You know?

Did you do your colonic?

Yeah.

Good.

Go to bed now.

Take one half...

of the Nembutal-

the yellow and black.

You'll be fine.

- Just be yourself.

- Okay, yeah.

What is that?

Oh, darling...

if I could answer that for you

or for me...

well, life on this planet

would be a very different proposition.

So I tell her, "Look...

I know Calvin...

and I asked him about you...

and he didn't know who you were. "

- She's such a liar.

- Oh, man.

Excuse me, can I help you?

Yeah, yeah.

Could I have some more coffee, please?

- Are you Gia?

- That's me.

You're late.

Go wash your face.

I already did.

It's nice to meet you too.

What the hell

am I gonna do with you?

I got it.

I don't know.

I'm just some dumb girl from Philly.

Oh, my God, she's a beast.

She scares me.

Oh, Phillipe, does she remind you

of your mother?

No, she reminds me

of my brother.

He's in jail now, thank Jesus.

Okay.

What?

It's wonderful.

Let's see this face.

I'm checking to see

if you need to be tweezed.

- I'm tweezed.

- I'm Linda.

Nice to meet you.

Dreadful.

Absolutely horrendous.

More teeth.

Every photograph makes a promise,

and the promise is never kept.

Look brain damaged.

That's what makes a photo great.

And if the promise is sex...

- then you really have something.

- Good.

Wonderful.

Well...

that was all sh*t.

- F*** you.

- Now we can pay our rent.

Who wants to stay

and make some art?

What's art?

Keep the fence,

lose the clothes.

No, thanks, I'm gone.

I'm outta here.

See you.

I'll stay if Linda stays.

- Linda, liebling?

- Yeah.

Go stand by the fence.

- You want me in the shot?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And lose the clothes.

Sex- Sex was really easy.

It was.

Sex was everywhere.

It didn't really mean too much.

Love was the hard thing to find.

Even if you were looking for it,

which not too many people were.

Even if you found it...

which not too many people did...

even if it was right there

in front of you...

how could you see it

with all this sex in the way?

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