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It was so beautiful.

Do you know it?

I am Audra.

I'm not Audra.

I am Audra.

I am Audra.

I'm not Audra.

Uh, that's $10.25, lady.

Well, it's here somewhere.

Maybe you can work it off.

I like older men, you know.

14? 15?

Hold this, please.

- Are you a writer?

- No, actress.

Yeah, I thought I'd

seen you on TV before.

Not a chance, I would

have remembered you.

Where you headed?

Jonathan Stryker's place.

You know it?

Yeah, just follow

the road up the hill.

Say, do you know Miss Sherwood.

Samantha Sherwood? I've heard of her.

God, she was great.

Still is, I guess.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Are we really all here

for the same part?

He obviously doesn't

know what he wants.

What could we all

possibly have in common?

Sex?

I mean, we're all women.

You could have fooled me.

- Aren't you Brooke Parsons?

- Yes, I am.

The rest of us might as

well pack it in right now.

- What are you doing here?

- I'd kill for the part.

I'd f*** for it.

Don't much want the part, huh?

- What would you do for it?

- Oh, I don't know.

Uh, tell a few jokes,

do a little song and dance,

sell my mother into slavery.

Go down on him.

That shouldn't be necessary,

but I'll keep it in mind.

One of you is missing.

I trust you'll keep us

amused, O'Connor.

Parsons, I've long admired your work.

Summers, hello.

DeMillo. I look forward

to hearing you perform,

DeMillo's a musician.

Burns, you bring your skates?

- Yes.

- Good.

This is Matthew.

And one of you is Audra.

Which one, I don't yet know.

The next two days will be

unlike any you've ever known.

Not all of you will make it,

but I promise, each of you

will have learned something

about themselves and their craft.

For all the good it will do you.

We missed you at dinner.

Ladies, may I present

Samantha Sherwood,

an actress I've known for some time.

You may remember her work.

Samantha, may I introduce...

No, don't bother, darling.

They all look alike to me.

Well, Stryker,

is this your idea of

a casting session?

Are you going to play, Samantha?

You know I am.

Hey!

It's like old times,

isn't it, Samantha?

You haven't changed a thing, Stryker.

It's exactly as I left it.

Why are you here?

Why have you brought

those girls here?

Forget it, Samantha.

Perhaps once you were Audra.

Today...

But, I bought you

the rights to Audra.

For which I am grateful.

It was for us.

Not anymore.

Come on.

You know I like you.

Well...

Come on.

Just once.

Come on.

No, I don't.

Come on, okay?

Well...

okay.

Oh! Oh boy!

You give great head!

Gross.

Wee bit past your bedtime,

isn't it, darling?

Oh. Has anyone seen my skates?

I can't seem to find my new pair.

The girl thinks she's on holiday.

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