Factory Girl

My great, great, great...

great uncle was a signer

of the Declaration of Independence,

and my mother's side started building

New York before the Revolution.

You get the idea.

I went to a party once and there was

a palm reader there.

When she looked at my hand,

She just-

She froze.

And I said to her,

"I know.

My life line is broken.

I know I won't live

past 30."

You know those photos

of smiling families

you always see

on a mantelpiece?

I can't even look at them,

because you never know

what they're hiding.

A "Life Magazine" photographer

came to our house

to photograph

the "ideal American family. "

We looked happy

and pretty,

but underneath

it just wasn't

that way at all.

Looks like the country

is disintegrating.

Lost all its hope.

There's always hope no matter

what's happened before.

Yeah?

Where's the hope in that?

God, wouldn't it be wonderful

to know that students

were looking at your work,

analyzing it?

That depends on

what they're saying.

I mean, people say

he's a no-talent freak.

He's changing the way

that we look at the world, isn't he?

I think people

who manage to do that

must have the hardest

time in life.

Are you sure you'll be okay

in New York?

I'll be fine. I've got Chuck

to look after me.

Oh, Syd, why won't

you come too?

My folks would kill me.

Where I come from,

it's not easy to get a scholarship.

You know, I'm not so sure

about Chuck.

He can be a real

shit sometimes.

Don't worry.

Edie!

Chuckie, how can you want to go home?

We're in Manhattan.

To become an artist,

I had to get out of that classroom.

And to me New York was Jackson

Pollock sipping vodka

and dripping paint

over a raw canvas.

There's so much to see, Chuck.

Look where we are.

Yeah, taking

New York by storm.

Two zombies.

Chuck and I had come down

together from Cambridge.

You know, he was

a flamboyant socialite

who carried a pocketful

of calling cards.

He made me feel

I wasn't alone.

- Can we play the game?

- I don't want to.

- Come on.

- All right, go.

- Lamb.

- Chop.

- Pony.

- Snout.

- Shy.

- You.

- You think I'm shy?

- Sometimes.

I guess I can

be shy sometimes.

Forgive me, Father,

for I have sinned.

What are your sins, my son?

Well, I have this

friend Mark.

Well, he buys all these clothes

from Bloomingdale's.

But because he's from London,

everybody on the Cape

keeps talking about

his "fabulous English look,"

which really is so good.

He was at a party

up there last weekend

and Norman Mailer walked up

and punched him in the stomach.

When Mark asked him why,

he just said it was

"for wearing a pink coat. "

I know I should have

been happy for Mark

that Norman Mailer

punched him,

but all I could think was,

"Will Norman Mailer ever punch me?"

Andy, why do you come

to confession?

Well, because

it's a sin not to.

Edie, come on now.

It's going to be over

by the time you're done.

You're not even

going to meet him.

We're going to be late.

Very late.

I just don't understand. Why are

Jasper's selling and mine are not?

I wonder if Picasso

knows who I am yet.

Andy, what are you doing

here all by yourself?

How's the movie business?

Oh, well, it's busy,

but I wouldn't call it a business.

I haven't made

any money off of it yet.

Of course you haven't, Andy.

The movie business

is the most fickle in the world.

- You know that.

- Oh.

Listen, I have met

the most remarkable lady.

- Oh.

- Old money- very old.

Oh good, does she want

to buy a painting? Who is she?

Oh, thank you.

Oh!

That's her.

That's Edie Sedgwick.

Oh.

What good manners. Chuckie,

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