"I need you to find a film," my beautiful client said, "the only celluloid copy of something I did a few years ago." She touched a cigarette to her lips, inhaled, and made the tip flare."Is this movie an embarrassment?" I asked."That's putting it mildly." Strangely enough, she didn't look embarrassed."What's the film called?""Martian Slutfest IV." The little smoke face at the end of her cigarette averted its eyes.Okay, I thought, I'll get the movie. How hard could it be?