And then some.

The 2007 Hollywood Portfolio: Killers Kill, Dead Men Die.
Photographs by Annie Leibovitz

THE CLUB. INT. EL HAVANA—NIGHT
Who says money can’t buy happiness? It had certainly better, especially when a cocktail in this establishment costs upwards of three clams. Torch singer June Holliday (Jennifer Hudson) warms up her pipes with “My Man (Is No Longer Around)” for a roomful of Toluca Lake swells (from left: Jessica Biel, Patrick Wilson, Kerry Washington, Adam Beach, Amy Adams, and Derek Luke), none of whom has a motive in the slaying of Oscar Slade, which is exactly what makes them suspicious. The only one seemingly not enjoying himself this evening is Confidential photographer Sam Brady (James McAvoy), but he revels in misery, which means he’s content in his own way. Is that cigarette girl (Evan Rachel Wood) really a cigarette girl? Are her intentions as dark as those chocolates?

Sam: Or is it that those chocolates are as sweet as the look in your eye? Cigarette Girl: Sorry, Sam. They’re caramels.

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