> based upon the controversial 1970s biography by Humphry Knipe about Playboy’s first and only female photographer, the wild

Suze Randall.  Screenplay by and co-produced with Evangeline Lilly.

…This is a true story.

With the 60's ragging and pulsing before, around and ahead of them, Suze Randall and Humphry Knipe were in a world of eat or be left, they decided to feast.

In love and determined to sweep swinging London with juvenile pride, these poster children for "free love" would stop at nothing to survive.  Drugs, fucking, porn and passion were their meal ticket and no measure of worn out, old world logic would convince them otherwise.

Suze, a sweet and innocent trainee midwifery nurse.

Humphry (Hum), a writer with a big mind.

Taking Suze gently by her virginal hand, Hum subtly and expertly nudged his blushing but bolshy British blonde along a path of chaos and success that would eventually come to define everything about his life.

While utterly engaged in writing a novel on the dominance order of man, Humphry, a South African scholar, saw Suze through bursting her "cherry" sweet idea of the world, posing nude in dirty, back-end shit-holes, trying her hand at a little high end prostitution, and, ultimately, unwittingly joining the feminist revolution.

Unafraid of fucking  (well...unafraid of anything but loosing her one love, her sweet Hum) Suze managed to break down impenetrable walls in the pornography industry, nab herself a first rate Norweigan model and lock the model in her apartment, half-naked, with her beloved Hum while she negotiated her and the model's free passage to the land of the Bunnies...the Playboy Mansion in the Beverly Hills of America.

Now ocean's apart, survival was no longer just a matter of a meal on the table and a tongue in the cheek, but a genuine question of love and destiny.  Would this time, distance, loneliness, temptation and opportunity come between these two, swinging lovers where infidelity, poverty, jealousy and external judgment couldn't?

As Suze's fearlessly crude candor was commanding her more attention among Hugh Hefner's "gang", than even her smouldering, Norweigan model could, back in London Hum's world of literary research and intellectualism was falling quickly into a state of stale disrepair.  

Having published his debut book, "The Dominant Man", to resounding rejection, his own reach of manly dominance was dwindling quickly.  With Suze away penetrating the all male arena of erotic photography, Hum's existence was reduced to drugs, clubs and convenient sex.

A cock sucked, an orgy foiled and the right number of high profile lovers later, Suze found her place at the top of the boys club dominance order.  Wandering around the Playboy Mansion, hips swinging, smile flashing, would she remember the man who once took her hand to show her this power that was now all her own?  Powerless and hopeless, would he want her to?  Would safety and monogamy finally beckon or would the convictions of these two experience-worn children-of-love hold out?  Could freedom possibly hold two souls united where history shows that security so often fails?

Suze did eventually fly Hum out to LA, where they merged together with her new life and together turned the whole Playboy Mansion against them.  In their irrepressible irreverence, Suze and Hum hatched a scheme, a book, that got them frog-marched out of Hefner's circle and into the future that they would build together.

(45 years later, Suze and Humphry are still happily married, the proud parents of three grown children, the happy owners of an estate in Malibu and Suze is still today one of the most prominent figures in the erotic photography industry.)