Pam & Tommy (2022) s01e04 Episode Script

I am karma and I'm a bitch.
Can you play Hi-8? I want in.
I can really help you go big with this thing.
You do wanna go big with this thing, right? Yes, I do.
You just worry about getting the tapes out.
All right? Leave the rest up to me.
My monologue it's cut? We just thought it was stronger wordless.
A drop more wedgie, please, Katie.
That's great.
Bless us with the body and soul of a child.
Ahh, honey! I don't care how big his dick is.
I can't show it to everybody without releases, so fuck off.
Nobody is ever getting rich off a celebrity sex tape, okay? What if we sold it somewhere that nobody could ever find us? A what site? Website.
This thing on the computer people will go to, and they will order the tape directly from us.
Oh, my God.
Oh, oh, fuck me, baby.
That's a gestational sac.
That's the yolk sac.
Oh, my God.
What is that? That? That's the embryo.
That's your baby.
Dude.
Uh oh, my God.
Oh, hey, little peanut.
Oh, it's me, Mommy.
Oh, my God.
That's in that is in here! - Nice to meet you.
- This is See that flicker? No way.
Is that The heartbeat.
It's a nice steady beat.
Is it healthy? It sounds it sounds healthy.
It's perfect.
It's like a little 4/4, you know, like "Kickstart My Heart.
" Whoo! Oh, he's perfect.
Guess what, fuckers? I'm gonna be a dad on purpose! Anybody thirsty? Aah! Excuse me.
Is Erica around? Oh, I don't know.
Kitchen maybe.
- Erica around here? - Yeah, she's out there.
- She's out the back.
- Thank you.
That the new one? Ohh.
What are you doing here? I actually came here lookin' for you.
What is that? It's the 400 bucks I owe you.
For what? For Thanksgiving, '91.
The carving knife, remember? The urgent care visit? Oh, shit.
Yes, wow.
Right.
Oh, you don't have to do that.
I know, but I can, so I did.
You can? You can? Yeah.
Do you remember the thing I was alluding to at dinner the other night? I do.
It's going well.
That's great, Rand.
Like, very well.
Oh, that's great.
So does that mean that we can finally get divorced? No.
I I don't have enough for that yet.
I have $400, not 8,000.
You enjoying it so far? Hmm? - The book.
- Oh, oh, oh, oh.
I'm only, like, 30 pages in.
Second favorite after Lestat.
- Body Thief.
- Oh, no.
Body Thief, Queen of the Damned - close second.
- Damned I will give you.
- Damned is up there.
- You know, I have you to blame for this obsession.
Do you remember that day you showed up with that huge stack? - Yeah.
- All of them.
How could I forget? Well, I should go.
- Yeah.
- Thank you for this.
No problem.
I'm down here in the Valley for a few days on a little scouting trip.
Krystal, let me ask you something.
How would you like to do porn and not have to fuck disgusting, sweaty men? H-how would you like to do porn and not have to fuck anyone at all? There's my card.
Internet Entertainment Group? We're a technology slash Excuse me.
Did I hear you just mention the internet? I did.
Rand Gauthier.
Ah, Seth Warshavsky.
Seattle.
Let me guess Webcams.
Uh, very good, yeah.
They say it's the future of porn.
And I would agree with them.
Yeah, personally I'm not a believer.
No? No, the image quality is awful.
They take forever to load.
Mm, well, I see.
Yeah, you know, If I'm a guy looking to rub one out am I gonna wait a half an hour for some choppy, grainy video to load when I can just pop "Backseat Bangers 5" which is a classic in the VCR? I'm going to jack off in seconds.
Also, if they ever actually invent these 56K modems they keep talking about, the image quality, it's not going to be nearly as good as a good old-fashioned VHS.
Well, you clearly know a lot about this stuff, so Yeah, you know, as a technophile and former porn star, I am uniquely positioned to talk about this.
Well, I'm sorry to hear you think cyberporn's bullshit.
No, see, I don't.
I actually think technology has the power to revolutionize porn, but I think you have to be smart about it.
Look, I can't get into specifics, but I am currently harnessing the power of the web in a way that has never been done before.
Wow.
Good for you, Dan.
Rand.
Good luck with your brilliant, world-changing idea.
- Yeah.
- Dick.
Ahh! Harder! Breakfast time.
Mmm, baby, it smells amazing.
- I like that.
- Follow the smell.
Ooh!- You ready? Ahh.
Can you tell what that is? Fucking Mickey Mouse.
Pop a squat.
All right, I used the special whole-grain batter, a little extra nutrish for the peanut.
- Baby.
- Let me get you some OJ.
- Mmm, it's delicious.
- Pure Premium, baby.
Only the finest.
Ahh! Shit.
Mm.
- Ohh.
- You know what? This is way too precious to leave out.
- I'll be back.
- What? Where are you going? What the fuck? Uh, an AK-47, FNC assault rifle, nickel-plated Colt Commander .
45, mother of pearl grips, a Rolex, a, uh, uh, Cartier watch, pair of gold cufflinks and this, like, big-ass ruby and diamond cross.
Um, what else? Um a wedding bikini.
Yeah, white.
God damn it.
A wedding bikini? White.
Anything else? - Um - Oh Tommy.
Hold on a second.
We'll be right outside.
What's up? The tape.
What tape? You know the tape.
Oh.
Wait, wasn't it in there? Yes.
Yes, I-I, um, I-I told you I was nervous, and then you said you said you put it in the safe.
Shit.
Think it was.
Ohh It was.
- Oh, God.
- You know what? Don't worry about it, baby.
They're gonna get it all back.
Yeah.
They're gonna get it all back.
Guys! Um Actually, there was this one other thing.
Yeah.
Like a tape.
A tape? Like a videotape.
Like a movie? Kinda home movies.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
I, um I trust that this is gonna be a top-priority case for, uh, for you guys.
Uh, we'll keep our ears open if anything pops up, but burglaries don't get solved that often.
Hmm.
Wait.
So-so what so what you're saying is you're not even gonna try to get our stuff back? Sir, we're just trying to manage your expectations.
Well, somebody broke into our home and took our shit, our own personal, private shit.
Yeah, look, the number of burglaries - per day, it's up there.
- Yeah.
I don't care about other robberies.
- Mr.
Lee.
- I care about mine.
I pay more fucking taxes that I could own your fucking precinct.
Mr.
Lee, we're done here.
We'll let you know if we find anything.
Really, dude? Whatever.
Babe, there's fucking guns in there, jewelry.
I mean, who's gonna bother with some stupid unmarked tape? I know, but if somebody plays that thing, Tommy Nobody's gonna play it.
And and they couldn't, even if they wanted.
It's Hi-8.
Who the fuck has Hi-8? Yeah.
God, but I feel fuckin' violated.
Ugh.
Don't you? Violated? Yeah.
You don't? I mean, I feel more pissed.
We'll get it back.
- Hey.
- Yeah.
I promise.
- We're gonna get it.
- Mm-hmm.
- All right? - Mm-hmm.
Fuck the police.
Fuck the po-lice.
Fuck the police! We'll get our own guy.
Wait.
What do you mean? What, like, um we get like a private private investigator? A PI.
Exactly.
Yes, that's great.
Who? There's only two reasons to steal a safe Money and revenge.
Money, that's tough.
That could be anybody, so let's start with revenge.
Is there anybody you had beef with lately? - Beef? - Anybody who hates you? Maybe had a reason to get back at you? Um no.
No, I don't think so.
What about you, Tommy? Who's got beef with me? Uh Bret Michaels Axl Rose, um, Blackie Lawless, Lou Adler, Gene Simmons, fucking David Geffen.
Okay.
Mickey Rourke.
Yeah.
Richie Sambora, Jan Wenner, Bob Rock.
- Got it.
- C.
C.
DeVille, John Stamos.
John Stamos? Fuckin' asshole.
Wow.
The police report says the surveillance footage was destroyed.
Is there anybody who had access to your security system, where it is? Well, just us.
Just me and Pamela.
Right.
Who installed it? Some dude, this fuckin' dipshit carpenter.
Dipshit carpenter? Oh, yes, he was working on our house.
Yeah, I canned his ass.
For what reason? For the reason he was doing a shitty-ass job, so shitty I didn't even pay him.
What? You never paid him? No.
When was the last time you saw this guy? A couple of days after I fired him.
And what were the circumstances? He showed up trying to get his tools back.
Did you give them back? Of course.
After coming to my house without permission? Fuck no.
I almost smoked his ass.
- What? - Smoked his ass? Yeah, I put a shottie in his face and said, "Get the fuck off my property.
" Okay.
Let me do some digging here.
- Hello? - Hi.
Ow! Fuck me! - Where's the tape? - What? Where the fuck is the tape? What tape? Oh, fuck.
Augh! Ahh! You know what fucking tape.
What are you talking about, man? Just tell me where it is.
It'll make this a lot easier.
Am I getting warm? Am I warm? Am I warm? Am I warm? I don't know, man! Is it over here? Fuck is this shit? It's King Crimson, man.
Oh, that's a first pressing.
- Ohh - What I did to that record I will do to your fat, stupid face.
Oh, God, no.
Dude, dude, please, please.
I'm going to ask you again.
Knock it off or I'm calling the cops.
I'll do it, Rand.
I'm calling the cops right now.
Shh.
- Good, call them fuck you.
- Shut your fuckin' Okay.
I'm calling the cops now.
Pfff! I'll be back, and you better have that fucking tape.
Oh, fuck.
- Hello.
- Hey, Miltie.
Thank God you picked up.
I can't get to the phone right now.
Please leave a message, and I'll get back to you.
Um a-are you there? Are you there, man? Are you there? If you're there, please pick up, dude.
Please, I need to talk to you, man.
Fuck! Oh - Hey, man.
- Hey.
- How's it going? - Good.
And you? Good.
200 of them there? Yeppers.
Fuck.
I got that shit.
You do? Well, mine ain't got the nice packaging.
It's just the tape.
It showed up in the mail without the box? It didn't get mailed.
How did you get it? No refunds now.
No refunds.
Hey, check out the tape right here.
Everybody, Pamela Anderson right here.
Triple-X.
I got you.
The sequel next time, huh? That's what's up.
- Hey, yo.
- Hey, what up, homie? How much these puppies for? Hey, for you, 1 for 30, 2 for 50.
Mind if I check 'em out? Yeah, go ahead, bro.
It's nice, huh? Good stocking-stuffer.
What you're doing is wrong.
Excuse me.
These do not belong to you.
All right, look, dude.
No, no, no.
You look, dude.
You have no right to be selling these.
You are profiting off of somebody else's considerable risk and labor, which is probably illegal but is definitely unethical.
So unless you want a major problem on your hands, you're going to pack up the bootleg shit, and you're going to get out of the Tower Records' parking lot.
Ha ha, oh, shit.
You're fucking with me, right, dawg? Oh, what are you, the porn police? Maybe I am.
Mr.
Ethical.
Ha.
Get the fuck out of here, dawg.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
This whole operation's getting shut down, man.
Fuck your mom, sir.
Have a good day.
Hey, check out the tapes right here, everybody.
Fuck! It's him without a doubt.
Fucking knew it.
Oh, my God.
Are you sure? How do you know? One can tell these things.
Oh, my God.
You're gonna get it back, right? I'll pop in tomorrow.
You'll probably have it back by the weekend.
- Oh, my God.
- Yes! Yes! Thank you so much, Mr.
Pellicano.
We really fucking appreciate it.
You have no idea.
It's fun.
Ahh, come here.
Whoo! Yeah! Yeah! - Oh, what did I tell you? - I know.
- Yes.
- Yes.
I got to bounce.
I got a session with the boys.
I'll be back home around 8:00.
Yeah, but I'm shooting late tonight.
- Aw, fuck, that's right.
- Yeah.
I gonna miss you.
Oh, my God.
Not as much as I'll miss you.
Eskimo kiss.
- Mwah! - Ohh.
Nam-myoho-renge-kyo, nam-myoho-renge-kyo, nam-myoho-renge-kyo They're ready for you.
Coming.
Whoo! Let's do this.
- Hey, Evander! - Hey.
- How's it going? - Everything's good.
- Good weekend? - Yes, ma'am.
Oh, yeah? How are those kids of yours? Putting them up for adoption.
Oh, yeah.
Well, give them to me.
Give them to me.
I love you, Pamela! I love you, Tommy! Wow.
Fuck, you are so hot.
Tommy, when are you gonna get me preggo? I'm trying right now.
Oh, look at my beautiful fucking husband.
You're so fucking hot.
Dude.
Whoo! Baby, get in.
Fuck! I love you so much.
I love you, lover.
God damn you rip And then right on the drop, that's where you come in.
Oh, okay.
Three, four.
- Fuck! - Yeah, up to eight.
Yeah.
That's a big-ass guitar.
What do you think, Nik, Vince, yeah? Sorry, guys, could you just give us a second? Yeah, come on.
- Now, please.
- Sorry.
Hey, what's up? He's selling it.
Huh? He's fucking selling it, Tommy.
One second.
It's our tape.
What the fuck? Where'd you get this? They were watching it on set.
Just a bunch of camera guys sitting around watching us have sex.
Holy shit.
Jesus.
Do you have any idea how humiliating it was? Motherfucker.
I mean, how many copies of this are out there? I mean, there could be dozens, hundreds.
What is this? What is what? Well, that's a website.
They're making one for Barb Wire.
This is how he's selling this? I don't know.
I really don't get it.
Do we have a computer? We have a computer.
It's in the downstairs den, but we don't have the Web.
You need this thing you plug your phone into.
Okay.
So who has it? Where do we get the Web? Sex tape and period-dot-com.
O, M.
Enter.
What the hell is this? I have no fucking idea.
- Oh my God, shit.
- Hold on, hold on, hold on.
What are you doing? I wanna see if there's a phone number.
There's not.
I don't see any.
There's no way to reach them.
Wait, look.
Purchase.
Should we click on it? - Enter.
- Wait Oh, fuck.
Canada? What? He's in LA.
Yeah.
Well, maybe he's running it through Canada to avoid getting caught.
It's like a whole operation.
It really is.
There's no way this guy's doing it by himself.
Dumbass couldn't mastermind ordering a pizza.
So who's helping him then? Milton Ingley.
Low-level porn producer out of Van Nuys.
Rand did some features for him back in the day.
Anal specialist.
Jesus.
Are you fucking kidding me? How did you find this out? I asked around.
Apparently, they pitched it to half the Valley.
- Oh - Hey.
Oh, my fucking God.
Jesus Christ! Where the fuck do I find this guy? The phone book.
Hey, Tommy.
Ha ha ha.
Miltie.
Miltie, where the fuck are you, man? Miltie? Oh, he just left.
Where did he go? I don't know, man.
What are you doing? Miltie asked me to help out.
You fucking you-you-you know? - Oh, about the tape? - Yeah.
Totally.
I told him not to tell anybody.
- Oh, I don't know, man.
- What's the guy's name, - Randy? - No, it's Rand.
Could you please get the door for me? - Thank you.
- Miltie, Rand Oh, Rand! Whoa! Yo, what the fuck? Yo.
Let's go have a little chat.
The fuck Get in here.
Take a seat.
Tiny, this him? Nice to meet you, Rand.
Rand? No, no, that's that's not me.
- Rand just ran - Shut up.
Come on.
Come on! - Hey, Miltie.
- Rand? - Thank God.
- What the fuck are Where the fuck have you been, dude? Oh, I've been I've been working from home.
- What's up? - Well, there there's a lot.
Um, okay, Tommy Lee, he's onto us, man.
Some fucking goombah PI just showed up.
He showed up he showed up at my apartment.
He beat the fuck out of me.
He told me that if I didn't give him the tape, he's gonna fucking kill me.
And then a biker gang shows up at the studio looking for us, man.
And I get away, but well, there's a guy at the studio.
He's working on the operation.
You hired him.
You didn't tell me.
You told me not to not to fucking tell anyone, man.
And there's a guy who's selling the fucking tape in the Tower Records' parking lot, dude.
Two for 50 bucks, man.
It's a good fucking deal.
That's it.
- Us? - What? You said you said looking for us.
Yeah.
Did you fucking rat me out, Rand? No.
No, of course not, dude.
No, no.
But they mentioned me.
Did they say my name? Yes, of course.
They showed up at your studio, dude.
Do you think they followed you? I don't fucking know.
Can I come inside? No, no, no.
It's very messy.
I'd really rather you not.
My place is gross.
I don't How do they know I'm involved? I have no idea.
I don't know, man.
I don't know anything.
I don't know.
Okay, okay, let's just why don't you chill out? Okay, okay.
Take it easy.
Take it easy.
I'm going to need you to go back to the studio.
What? Okay.
The location is compromised.
Okay, baby? What? You're going to need to clean everything out.
Clean out every last copy of that movie tape.
Why me? You're operations.
Everything's operations.
He's gone! Power.
Bunnies, come to the bunny patch.
I'm so sorry.
Where were we? I am not your bunny.
What's up? He's not here.
Don't worry.
- He'll turn up eventually.
- Baby, is that him? I'm planning to stop by the studio later - It's not there.
- To see what I find.
Come on.
That's not good enough.
Come on, let me talk to him.
Put him on speaker.
Baby, he's on it.
Relax.
No, I will not relax.
Mr.
Pellicano, hi, this is Pamela.
- Hi, Pamela.
- Huh, yeah.
You need to stop this guy from selling the tape now.
- This is urgent.
- Baby, you're being crazy.
What? I'm not being crazy.
You're being chill.
You're being way too chill.
Every second that passes, this tape could be spreading.
Baby, we will get it back, all right? Every last copy it's mail order.
They know exactly who they ship to.
But what about the people that they shipped it to? What if they made copies? Come on.
Just we got this, okay? Let me handle it.
Yeah.
Okay, but you don't seem to understand what a big deal this is to me.
Like it's not a big deal to me? I'm on that tape just the same as you.
But this is worse for me.
I mean, this is way worse.
How's this worse for you? Why? - 'Cause of your big career? - No.
It's so much bigger than mine? What? Tommy, it's not because of my big career.
It's because I'm a woman.
Uh, I'm gonna let you guys talk this Fuck.
Listen to me, okay? People are gonna think you're cool for this, all right? They'll be high-fiving you in the street.
Me, I'm going to get looked at like a slut by the whole world.
- That's ridiculous.
- It's not ridiculous.
It's true.
You don't know.
You have no idea.
You never have to fucking deal with this stuff.
- Tommy, you don't.
- I'm on your side, Pamela.
I want to get rid of the tapes just as much as you do, and we will end this whole thing, all right? I'm telling you.
This'll all be fine.
Besides it's not like they're seeing anything they haven't seen before.
What did you say? I-I just What the fuck did you just say? I'm sorry.
That came out wrong.
Oh, my God.
- Leave.
- What? Leave this fucking room right now.
Pamela.
Leave this fucking room right now.
- Come on, Pamela.
- Get the fuck out.
Oh, fuck.
Hey, Tommy.
Yeah, I feel fine now, Tommy.
I wanna check it out.
I want just to make sure.
I'm telling you I feel good.
I feel fine.
Oh, shit.
No shit.
Okay? Oh, God.
Yeah, I know.
Fine.
Everything's fucking fine.
- Ohh - Yep, yep, yep.
You did the right thing by coming in.
I feel I feel much better now actually.
- I'm sure it's nothing.
- Yeah.
Most likely everything's fine.
I'm going to as soon as we get home.
- Pamela.
- Fuck off.
How are you feeling? Are you okay? Is there something wrong, Pamela? Are you okay? Get the fuck out of here.
Come on.
Get the fuck out of here hey! Hi, this is Rand Gauthier.
Please leave your number.
I'll call you back.
Thank you.
Hi, Rand, it's me, Miltie.
Uh, listen, just wanted to let you know I'm gonna pop on over to Amsterdam for a few days.
Nothing to worry about.
Just wanna make a few tweaks to the banking, keep the IR you know what off the scent.
Smart.
Anyway, I have no doubt you will hold down the fort in my absence.
Great job clearing out the studio.
All right.
Anyway, I will check Fuck, he's not here.
Would you like to see the cocktail menu? I would love to.
Hey, uh, can I come in? - Yeah.
- Okay, thank you.
Pam, Tommy, give me a big smile.
God fucking damn it! You want this fucking picture? I'll give you a fucking picture.
Fucking You fuck!