Mr. LEE:     Wallstreet, I think I need a new tie for this pictorial. Take care of things while I'm gone.

Wallstreet works faster. Mr. Lee observes him work for a minute, nods in satisfaction then leaves without saying another word. After he left, Wallstreet touches the camera, gently, carefully, almost dreamily.

EXT. LEE PHOTO STUDIO - DAY

A black Rolls-Royce pulls up in front of B.T. and Old Chow. The uniformed Chinese CHAUFFEUR gets out and opens the door for its lone passenger

GWEN GOLDWYN

She is a real class act. A beautiful 25-year old British lady, looking like a fashion model who just stepped out of a glamour magazine. Obviously wealthy but carries herself with a casual elegance. She moves and talks with an air of dignity and confidence about her. Almost like a dream.

She gets off the car and walks straight to the Lee Studio. The stray dogs talk to the chauffeur.

OLD CHOW:     Is she the one?

CHAUFFEUR:     Yeah, she's the one.

B.T.:     Not bad.

INT. LEE PHOTO STUDIO - DAY

Wallstreet is now fidgeting with the camera. He trains it at the door--sees Gwen walking in.

Gwen lights up, all open and vulnerable, smitten by his charms. Wallstreet smiles, charmed by her beauty.

A moment. Their eyes lock, both mesmerized by each other.

GWEN:     Mr. Tommy Lee? I'm sorry to barge in here this early.

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