Bob Guccione, he's got the tape.
All I know is we're suing the shit out of him.
Suing him for what?
- He'd do anything to stick it to Hef. - Tommy's absolutely right.
If he's not planning to do anything and we sue
he can suddenly decide to do it to get back at us.
Nobody's robbing Bob Guccione of his God-given right
to free expression.
It was the right move. He was gonna do it whether we sued or not.
Don't. Just shut up, shut up, shut up!
Counsel for defendants will take the deposition of Pamela Anderson Lee.
What? Why is it just me?
I don't know why they need to talk to either of us.
We're the fucking plaintiffs.
Doesn't matter. We're in this together.
Babe, it's a fucking football game.
Okay. One second.
- All right. I'm not missing kickoff. - Okay, okay I'm coming.
Wait. Wait.
Oh! Hang on. Have you seen my jacket?
- No. Let's go. - Are you sure?
Yes.
- Let's go. - I'm coming. Got it.
Hut!
Big Red!
- I'm good. - Two.
- You might change your mind, babe. - Okay.
Ladies and gentlemen,
let's see if this Labatt's cam can find us
a gorgeous Labatt's fan!
I'm sorry. Um...
Could you repeat the question?
Mrs. Lee, do you recall how old you were
the first time you publicly exposed your genitals?
Objection. - What's your objection, Sandy?
Relevance.
What kind of a question is that?
A disgusting one.
So, he can just ask me anything he wants and I have to answer?
In deposition, yes. Once we get to trial,
the judge won't allow any of this crap.
Just don't let them rattle you. Calmer you stay, sooner we're done.
Come on, Sandy. Request a conference if you need one.
So,
smile and tell him to fuck off in my head?
Mmm. Precisely.
Carry on.
All right, Mrs. Lee, let's start with something similar.
Do you remember when you first started modeling?
Ladies and gentlemen, for your half-time...
Hi. Hi. Yeah, you. Hi.
- Hi. - Hi.
Uh, I saw you on the jumbotron.
Oh!
- Yeah, it's crazy. - Yeah.
Oh, uh, my name's Roger Dennis. I'm, uh, VP of Marketing at Labatt.
Um, what, what's your name?
Oh, I'm, I'm Pamela.
Pamela. I realize this is, kind of, out of the blue,
but have you ever done any modeling?
Modeling?
- Yeah, I-- - Move along, bro.
Oh, uh, we're always looking for fresh faces.
Cool.
Um, hey, this guy's from Labatt's.
Mmm.
Got a card, buddy?
Oh, yeah.
Uh, think it over. If you decide you're interested, give me a call.
- Easy, pal. - Thank you. Thanks.
Got to give him credit. One of the more creative attempts.
- Why? At what? - To get in your pants.
Oh, my God. What...
That's mine.
Alice, can you cover for me?
Pucker up.
Thank you. Yes, sir.
Labatt Marketing.
Babe! What?
- Can you get that? - Yes.
- Pam! - What?
- Get the phone! - Oh!
Hello?
I'm sorry. Wait. Yeah, this is me.
What?
Sorry. For real?
No, this isn't a joke?
Oh, my God.
Wow.
I can't believe you even saw that.
Who is that?
Um, yeah, no. Um...
Yeah, a little bit. Just some local stuff.
Babe, who is that?
Oh, my God. This is...
I'm sorry. No. I just have to ask again. This isn't like, a prank?
Oh, my God. Wow. Thank you.
Talk soon.
Who the fuck was that?
That was Playboy.
- What? - They want me to do some test shots.
- Playboy? You? - Yeah.
They want me to come over, yeah. This is crazy, right?
Yeah, it's fucking crazy.
It's fucking crazy.
Call them back and tell them you're not doing it.
- What? - Call back. You're not doing it.
What? No, it's just a test shoot.
I don't give a fuck what it is.
Why are you being like this?
Why am I being like this? Maybe because I don't want my girlfriend's tits
to be all over the fucking world!
This is for me! This isn't for you!
- Are you kidding me? Why am I-- - Oh, my God.
You know what, I'm not talking about this anymore.
This conversation is over.
- Yeah, you're gonna walk away? - Yeah, I'm gonna walk away.
Fuck.
Where the fuck are you going, Pam?
America.
Mrs. Lee, if you're having trouble remembering,
perhaps I can... Objection.
To the inference that my client possess a faulty memory.
Please let the record state the defense has not been permitted one
clarifying follow-up question of the deponent
without objection from the plaintiff's counsel.
Oh, for the love... I will continue to object
until you comport yourself in a manner...
You know what? Off the record. Don't be a schmuck, Bruce.
Off the record. Then stop with the theatrics, Sandy.
I'm gonna get some tea. Excuse me, gentlemen.
No, no, no, no, no. We'll get it.
Tea. Now.
- Cream? Sugar? - Just black. Thanks.
Shall we resume?
- Yeah. - You told us you met your husband,
Thomas Lee Bass, on or around December 31, 1994?
That's correct.
And what were the circumstances of that meeting?
I was socializing with friends.
And where were you socializing?
At a club in Los Angeles.
Did you know anything at all about Mr. Lee before you met?
Like everyone in America, I knew he was the drummer for Mötley Crüe.
And when Mr. Lee approached you at the club,
did you find him attractive?
I liked his smile.
I still do. Thank you.
Were you aware of his reputation
as someone who engaged to the services of prostitutes?
Tommy didn't pay women for sex.
So he never had sexual relations with prostitutes?
Well, a prostitute, by definition, is somebody who gets paid for sex,
so, I'm not sure if that works.
- Mrs. Lee. - Yes?
Have you ever been paid for sex?
No.
Do you need a moment to reflect on that question?
That's something I would remember.
So you've never received money for performing a sex act?
- No. - Objection. Asked, and answered.
Would that mean, you don't consider posing naked for a camera
to be a sex act?
Oh, my God.
I do not.
Welcome to the Playboy Mansion, Ms. Anderson.
Oh, it looks like a castle.
Hey, thanks, Nelson.
Have a great shoot.
See?
I can't believe this.
You see what I'm saying?
- Hi. - Hey.
How's it going? I'm Pamela Denise Anderson.
- I have that... This is my mom. - Yeah. I'm Carol.
Thank you.
- They gave us champagne. - Oh, wow.
Oh, my God. Honey.
Look at you.
Oh, Mom.
- What? - Oh!
- It's okay. - Mom.
Pammy, look, you look like a magazine model.
You look...
Oh, my God.
You look like Marilyn Monroe.
- No, I don't. - Yes.
Okay.
Drink a little champagne.
You look beautiful.
You look absolutely beautiful.
Yeah, I do.
All right, love?
I'm Simon, and I'm gonna be taking your picture.
- Hi, Simon. - Hi.
Come with me.
Sorry. Can I just take one moment?
Of course.
Hey.
All right.
Is there anything I need to know? Angles to avoid, bad side?
Actually, I don't think you have a bad side.
Um...
So, uh...
What exactly are we shooting?
Well, I thought we'd start over here, by the window,
- you looking out, gauzy curtains. - Mmm-hmm.
And we'd, uh, pop you down on the balcony,
do sort of a "stretchy greeting
- "to the morning sun" type, you know? - Okay.
- But I mean, which parts? - Parts?
Never fear, dear.
This is Playboy, not Penthouse. We like to keep things classy here.
Oh, yeah. Totally.
- So... - Yes.
- Remember to have fun. - Okay.
And make love to the camera.
That's it.
Oh, totally gorgeous. Exactly.
Oh, yes. You're like a ray of sunshine,
you are.
Try and find your light on your right cheek in the window.
- In the window? - Keep looking at me. That's it.
Would you care to, uh, lose a bit of the blouse? Completely up to you,
whatever you feel comfortable with.
Sure.
Great.
That's it.
Look at you. How long have you been hiding that?
Total natural. Wow, look at you, Pamela.
Yeah.
Forest nymph.
That's it. You sure you haven't done this before?
Absolutely top marks.
Well done, love.
What? That's it?
Ladies and gentlemen, Pamela Anderson!
Well done, love.
- The lady of the hour. - Hi.
- Did you have fun today? - Sure did.
I felt like Alice in Wonderland.
Good. Let me get us a drink.
To the good life. To your good life.
Cheers.
Please, join me.
This is gonna sound like I'm giving you a line, but I'm not.
Women like you, Pam,
they come around once in a generation.
Oh, God.
- I don't know about that. - Well, I do.
I'm not saying that to be nice, I'm saying that because it's true.
You are special.
Well, I certainly feel
- special right now. - Good.
You should get used to that.
The sooner you do, the happier you'll be.
Could I be so bold as to offer some advice?
You already are.
People will pay you to be the Pamela that they want.
The tabloids, the studios.
Even me.
But that number, that dollar figure
will never represent what you are worth.
Are you saying you got a deal?
- I should ask for more. - Always.
Don't forget, separate your price from your worth.
You do that, and you can be any version of Pam you need to be.
And remember who you are.
Well, Mr. Hefner,
women have been doing that for centuries.
Playing parts is nothing new.
True.
But you're not in Ladysmith, Canada, anymore.
Now, it's the whole world that will be watching.
Such a pleasure to be in your company.
You are always welcome at the Mansion.
You know, I might just take you up on that.
I look forward to it.
So, I saw a bunch of the girls in the Mansion today,
and the one thing I noticed was that they all have...
Okay.
And I just, you know, the shoot seemed to go good and everything.
You know, if I do more, just...
I mean, nothing major, just like,
a cup size, two at most.
You know, like your boobs, Mom. You got the best boobs.
Your father never complained.
- So what do you think? - What do I think?
Yeah.
I think God made you perfect just the way you are.
But if you want to try and top him...
Get out of here.
- No, honey. - Really?
Yeah, sure.
I mean, whatever you want.
Just turn off the light, please.
I'm so tired.
Is it gonna be okay?
Is what gonna be?
You know...
Everything.
Oh, honey...
It's going to be wonderful.
Did you pose for the magazine again?
- I did, yes. - When was that?
October '89, February '91,
July '92, August '93,
November '94, and January of this year.
- They clearly like you. - And I them.
On that, you have, in interviews,
described your relationship with Hugh Hefner as "Like a father to me."
And that you are "Very close. I consider him a great friend."
- Do you concur with these statements? - I do, yes.
Do you know who Bob Guccione is?
Something funny, Mrs. Lee?
Not at all.
Then could you answer my question, please?
Bob Guccione is the founder and publisher of Penthouse magazine.
As a "Close friend of Mister Hefner's,"
you must be aware of Mr. Guccione and Mr. Hefner's
strong mutual dislike of one another, hmm?
Yes, I am.
If Mr. Hefner discovered that you had engaged in a business transaction
with Mr. Guccione, he'd probably regard that as a betrayal, no?
- Probably, yes. - So, therefore,
if you wanted to expose yourself,
no pun intended,
to Penthouse's readers without jeopardizing your good standing
at Playboy, one way to do so, would be to slip your materials to Mr. Guccione,
say, under the guise of a leaked tape.
I wouldn't do something like that.
Well, isn't it true that for the past three Playboy covers,
you have received a near negligible increase in compensation?
No.
No, you haven't received a near-negligible increase
in compensation?
No. Mr. Hefner and I, we've, we've negotiated...
Before each shoot, a mutually-agreed-upon figure
we're both happy with.
Can you think of any financial benefits
that you might stand to reap from Penthouse
being given a copy of a tape containing pornographic images of yourself?
- None whatsoever. - Then perhaps you can provide a reason
as to why you and Mr. Lee would make a pornographic tape
if it wasn't like all of your other pornographic activities,
for the purpose of financial gain?
- Wait, have we got everything? - Oh, we got it all, baby.
- Yeah, we do. - Yeah.
- Okay. - Okay.
Let's go.
Ah!
Yes!
No.
Say hello, Mrs. Lee.
Hello, Mrs. Lee.
Where are we heading, Mrs. Lee?
Heaven.
- Let's do this. - Let's do it.
I love you so much.
It's gonna be the best week of our lives.
Then what's that for?
We need your testimony to verify the identity
of the individuals represented on your tape, as well as
provide context for certain sections.
I'm sorry. What? What... You want me to watch the tape?
Just a few parts.
Oh, my God. No.
I am so sorry, Pam. You can't be serious.
You know, she could tell you who's on the tape.
You don't have to watch the whole damn thing.
Hey, baby. Hey.
Is this for me? Yeah.
Can you confirm who the two individuals are on this clip?
My husband and I.
Uh, can you identify the road on which it took place?
Probably an hour outside Malibu.
So, I-15 north. Does that sound right?
- Yes. - That's a major interstate.
You notice other vehicles while you were driving out?
Yes.
Were you at all concerned that other motorists might be able to
- see what you were doing? - No.
Why is that?
Come on.
I just wasn't.
Well were you concerned about the prospect of truck drivers
with their elevated vantage point being able to see
into your vehicle, while you were performing oral copulation on Mr. Lee?
- No. - Because you felt that it was unlikely
that they would be able to do so, or because you didn't care if they did?
Objection. Compound beyond scope.
All right. Next clip.
Three. Three at least.
Five. Enough for their own band.
I'm a bit spaced out.
Mmm.
But we won't spoil...
We won't spoil them. No. Promise me.
- No. I'm not spoiling... - Mmm-mmm. No.
...my kids.
Except on Christmas.
Only on Christmas. Okay. That's fine.
And me. Spoil me on Christmas.
And we'll come back here
every year.
- And rent a houseboat, tour the lake, - Mmm-hmm.
telling them where they were conceived.
Shut up, Tommy. You ruined it.
- Why? We have to. - No.
- We have to tell 'em. - Mmm.
I love you, Pam.
And I love you.
Yeah. Oh, my God.
Oh, yeah, baby. I love you so fucking much.
Yeah, give it to me. You made us fucking rich.
I want those babies.
- PAM:Give me. - Yeah?
Yeah. You ready for one right now?
Give it to me.
Yeah, give it to me, baby. Fuck.
Baby.
And can you confirm who the two individuals
on this clip are?
- My husband and I. - And where were you
while engaging in this sexual intercourse?
I was on my boat.
No. What body of water was it?
As I said, we were on Lake Mead, Arizona.
While you were engaged in sexual intercourse
on the bow of your boat, were you aware of the presence of any other boats?
No, it was... That was... That part of the lake was empty.
Would it have been possible, while engaged in sexual intercourse,
for another boat to come into view? No.
We'd have heard a motor.
But it would have been possible, yes?
I suppose so. Yes.
Was that exciting to you both?
No.
All right, next clip. - I just... I'm sorry.
I'm feeling a little dizzy.
Please excuse me.
Are you okay?
Thanks.
For what it's worth, I've seen a lot
of horrible depositions, but this...
I want another.
Another what?
Vacation.
Vacation?
- Yeah. - We're not even unpacked.
You know what? Let's go to Fiji.
- Have you ever been? - Never.
Seriously. Hey, come on. I'm serious. I'm serious. Come on.
- Let's go to Fiji tonight. - Oh, baby.
I can't go to Fiji tonight. I've got work.
- Can't skip work and go to Fiji. - Oh, my! Of course.
Of course.
Well, you're gonna have to...
You're gonna have to skip it 'cause you're going
on a first class to Fiji!
- Look at this! - What are you doing?
Look at these.
You're gonna wear all that. Everything.
- In Fiji. - There's a dinner every night in Fiji,
- and you're gonna have to wear - Yeah, it looks good.
every single one of these dresses.
And it gets cold at night, so, you're gonna have to wear that hat.
This hat is perfect for Fiji.
It is. Look at my sweet wife.
- Oh, my God. - Baby.
- Enough already with the camera. - Oh, my God.
- Give me that! Oh! - Skinny ass.
- Hey, one question. - Give me that camera.
Hold on, one question. What was your favorite part of vacation?
Being with you.
- Really? - Yeah.
I thought it was boning your husband.
Give me that camera. Hey!
Give my camera. - One second.
We're dealing with something very important.
- What? - This thing here, okay?
Family artifact. Okay?
- It quite - Mmm-hmm.
possibly contains the conception of our first child.
So, we got to treat it with the reverence that it deserves.
- Right? - Yeah.
- I'm gonna put it in the safe. - Okay.
But on my trip to the safe, I'm really gonna miss you.
I'm gonna miss you, too.
- Okay? So... - Shall I come with you?
...don't leave.
- I'll be right back. - Okay.
I'll be packing for Fiji.
Thank you. Sure.
Sorry about that.
Welcome back, Mrs. Lee.
I hope you're feeling better.
I'd like to return to something you said earlier.
Isn't it true, Mrs. Lee,
that the so-called private correspondence...
Sorry to cut you off, Bruce, 5:00 p.m.
- 5:00 p.m. already? - Yep.
Ah, that went fast.
Well, this, uh, concludes our scheduled time for today.
We still do have a few more questions, though.
So, I would propose that we resume tomorrow at 10:00 a.m.
I need to talk to you.
I'm done.
Pam, the worst is over. We are this close...
- No, you don't understand. I'm done. - Pam...
I will not answer another question.
Pam, listen, I'm trying to make this work...
You make that happen, or I get a new lawyer.
Right. Uh...
- Bruce, can I have a word with you? - Of course.
I'm sorry we left such a mess.