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- Laura is who I am.

Of the snake mask.

As sensual and cruel
as a praying mantis is.

I had admirers who gloated enviously.

I was the woman they paid just
to get a whiff of my scent.

No one had the nerve to call
me his or even her woman.

Only one, just one.

But he made a fatal mistake.

You don't betray the mantis.

(laughs) Poor fools.

How stupid they look,

smiling at a woman, the
one they've betrayed,

as they sit astride her.

(laughs) Poor fools.

How their expressions
change from men to swine,

when you emasculate them.

Poor fools.
(ominous music continues)

- Irene is who I am. Irene the slut.

Filthy slut Irene.

"Cause I'm open to anyone's offers.

The women know I have vices,

and the men know me as a spring,

from which their pleasure flowed,

and they drank their fill.

My joy and happiness was
in quenching their thirst,

as they sucked me dry of desire,

their fingers searching for more.

Now there are girls.

They're all my girls.

They all know Irene,

and Irene knows each
one of them intimately,

and all of them would like to
know Irene again, share her.

(ominous music continues)

- My name is Emanuelle, and I'm a woman.

Even in here, I'm free to be a woman.

I hate this piece of cement,

and I love my companions and friends, all.

I love them for what they are.

In good and bad.

In love and hate.

For me, everything happened suddenly.

From reporter to prisoner.

From a free woman to a
person with no rights.

And the one responsible for this

terrible miscarriage of justice

will one day pay for his crime,

but that's not what matters now.

It's my condition,

the condition of all of
us here, that counts.

Not one of us is a virgin in body.

We would all admit that,
but not one of us wishes

to have her soul violated
as well, whatever the cost.

- This is Albina, but I'm
not in this lousy show.

I represent the captive
audience watching this shit.

What I don't understand
is, how you can suffer it.

It makes me want to throw up.

The whole idea is revolting,

and the three speech-makers
you just heard,

might just as well drop dead,

for all their entertainment value.

Instead of our applause,
they deserve this.

(Emanuelle groans)

- Albina!

(women shouting indistinctly)

- Okay, okay! That's enough.

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it!

You hear me? Stop it!

All right, girls!

- I hate you.
- Let go of me.

(women groaning)

- You won't live long
enough to forget this.

You'll see. I'll get you in the end.

- I won't ask you to
give me an explanation,

for this filthy rubbish.

It is quite clearly an act of sedition,

hysterical reaction to what justice

and the law is doing to you.

There's not a drop of repentance.

There's no humility.

It deals solely in cruelty.

It's packed with violence and sex.

The whole thing seems designed to disturb,

to provoke unrest, rebellion, and escape.

- I'm sorry, but you could
censor the more daring parts.

- Emanuelle.

You're still quite young.

You're headstrong, and you're intelligent.

You had a good education,
and you're attractive.

Especially when you manage to overcome

this rather forced vulgarity.

Another important thing

is the influence you have
over your companions.

I thought that putting on this show

would help you all to feel this place

was less oppressive

than some of the other detention centers,

which is why I agreed to it.

But if the script is not changed,

I shall have to forbid it.

The show must not go on.

- May I go now?
- Certainly.

Take care, Emanuelle.

There's a limit to our patience.

I wouldn't advise you to push us

any harder than you already have.

- Hmm, that's strange.

It's the second warning
I've received today

and it seems like the
same person is speaking.

(ominous music)
(women chattering faintly)

- So, they call you Irene, do they?

The filthy slut Irene. (laughs)

What a stupid bitch you are.

- Don't bother her.
- That'll be the day.

Take my advice and die.

- I'd like to bit your nipples off.

And I'll do it!

- (scoffs) (laughs) Hey, fancy-talker,

advise your kooky pal to take more care

or she'll be in big trouble around here.

- Don't call me "fancy-talker," you.

- Well, I'll be.

Don't tell me I'm not allowed
to mention your intelligence.

I was being complimentary.

- You make me sick, Albina.

You make me sicker than
all the others in here.

You better stay out of my hair.

- Don't you try telling
me what to do in here.

I dictate all that goes on.

And you'll obey me, hear?

Same as all the rest.

- Give me one good reason.

- I'm strongest! That's why I'm so feared.

- I don't believe that.

- I'll put a stop to your
arrogance, you haughty Hottentot.

You'll get your arm broken.

- We'll see about that.
(intense music)

(Albina grunts faintly)

(Albina exclaims)
- Stop it!

Haven't you had enough violence?

(water dripping)
- Let me help you.

(women moaning)

(lively music)

- [Woman] Albina, look at those two.

(women moaning)

- You're so gentle.

(woman giggles)
- Shh!

(women moaning)

- What is it?

- You're revolting.

- What's going on in here?

Explain.

- These two pigs were
kissing in front of everyone.

- Oh, were they?

- They acted like dogs in heat,

in need to be cooled down,

and to be given a lesson in modesty.

- I think you're right, Albina.

It's a good idea.

We'll start with you.
- No! (yells)

- [Guard] You come over here.

(women groaning)

(women gasping)

(woman gasping)

(women gasping)

(woman gasping)

(woman gagging)
(woman crying)

(women whimpering)
(melancholy music)

- They're all against us.

Molly and the other guards,
they all support Albina!

- But why? For what reason do
they have to support Albina?

- It serves them better to
let a maniac like Albina

influence the inmates, instead of someone

clear-minded like you, Emanuelle,

who could make trouble for them.

- I'm going to ask the
warden for an interview.

The policy can be traced to her.

- So you insist that two of my guards

tortured two girls in
the washrooms last night,

without any good reason,
and aided by certain others.

- Yes, I do.

- That is extremely serious.
I hope you can prove it.

- Can you prove the contrary?

- I can immediately.

Molly?

Kindly repeat what you
told me about the events

in the washrooms last night.

- Two of the prisoners
were discovered behaving

in an extremely indecent fashion,

and were suitably punished.

- Punished by whom?

- Us, the guards on duty.

- So there were no other
prisoners in the showers,

to witness what went on?

- No, certainly not.
- Are you satisfied?

- You brazen liars.
(dramatic music)

(Emanuelle groans)
- How dare you!

- Emanuelle, how could
you think such a thing?

(women chattering faintly)

(indistinct) Get out, all of you!

Let's go!

Dry and get out of here!

(women chattering indistinctly)

Aren't you going to wash your face?

What are you waiting for? Wash it.

Wash your face!
(Emanuelle exclaims)

(Emanuelle exclaims)

- Why don't you do as you're told?

- Put your face in the water,

and stay there until I
tell you to come out.

(Emanuelle gasping)

I told you to stay down!
(Emanuelle exclaiming)

- Didn't you listen to the order?

(Emanuelle gasping)

- You don't get up yet!
(Emanuelle exclaiming)

- Get back down!

- Go on!
(Emanuelle exclaiming)

- Hurry up! Are you deaf?

(Emanuelle gasping)

(women laughing)

(water dripping)

- Well, sweetie pie, fancy
seeing you here. (chuckles)

You're really making enemies.

Fancy-talkings aren't good.

(chuckles) You ought to be more careful.

It's worth it.

- Seems that my enemies are your friends.

- Are you feeling better now?

- What's the sudden interest in my health?

(Emanuelle groaning)

(yelling) You lousy--!

(Albina groaning)
(Emanuelle gasps)

- I hate you.

I hate you!

(Emanuelle laughing)

Don't you laugh at me.

You bastard.

You bastard, I'll kill you!

(women groaning)

- Where do you think you two are going?

- To swab out the showers, as usual.

- Did you learn nothing
from yesterday's lesson?

- You're forbidden to enter.

The showers are out of order.
(women groaning)

(Albina screams)

- Hmm. Having a little trouble,
are you, with the plumber?

- We know Emanuelle is in there.

You might have the decency to let her out.

- Out of my sight!

At once, or you'll be sorry!

- Albina slipped and hurt herself.

You had the floor polished too much.

Such a waste of soap.

(Emanuelle chuckles)

(water dripping)
(Albina groaning)

- Stupid fool!
(Albina groans)

(Irene giggling)
(Irene moaning)

- [Irene] Oh, you're so
sexy. You do things to me.

- Irene?
- Mm-hmm.

- May I ask what you're up to?

- Let me introduce you to Bobby Seloni.

- Bobby Seloni?

Where the hell did you pick him up?

- He has almost all I need.

The only thing he can't
do is talk, that's all.

George sent him to me,
to keep me in practice.

I'll lend him to you if you want.

- (laughs) No thanks.

You're crazy.

What are you writing?

- I have a suspicion.

Remember that man called Robinson?

I mentioned him to you.

- Sure, I do. The bastard who
got you thrown into jail.

- What's happening is no accident.

Someone's gunning for
me. I'm certain of it.

- You mean the warden?

- No, I really don't think so.

There's more to this
than a question of power.

I suspect there's somebody
very important behind it,

who fears me, even though
I'm in a prison cell.

- You were investigating
a case of smuggling drugs,

just when you were framed and arrested,

weren't you, Emanuelle?

- Yes, that's how it was.

You have no idea how many people,

who are above suspicion in this country,

are involved in the drug smuggling racket.

And one of the men at the top of the list

is Vincent Robinson, the man
who planted the dope on me.

- But why the hell should
he still be after you?

You can't do anything in jail.

- But one day, I'll come out of here,

and I could pick up where I left off.

In fact, if he doesn't stop me first,

I swear I'll destroy him.

- You have to get him before he gets you.

- That's Vincent Robinson.

My troubles began with him,

and it's his fault if
they're still with me.

I'll never forgive him.

- [Reporter] May we have a statement?

(crowd chattering indistinctly)

(siren wailing in distance)

- Channel 6 would like you
to give us an exclusive,

for the 9 o'clock news.
- Mr. Robinson!

The public is anxious,

and I believe they have a
right to know the facts!

- Mr. Robinson, for the
9 o'clock news, please, sir?

- Would you give a statement?
- Just one statement!

- Take it easy. Let's
have a little calm here.

Four dangerous criminals
have been captured.

One of them is the
notorious Howard Henderson,

we've been after for so long,

known to the public as "Crazy Boy."

They're due to arrive at
the Santa Marta Prison

any time now, to await sentence.

- How long will they be there?

- [Reporter] But it's not
a maximum security prison.

- [Reporter] There are women
at Santa Marta, surely-

- [Reporter] I think you owe the public

something of an explanation?

- Listen, listen, let
me tell you something,

members of the press, words mean nothing.

I prefer facts.

I believe there's one way
only to deal with murderers.

They must be destroyed, same as mad dogs.

- [Reporter] Well,
that's quite a statement.

(crowd chattering indistinctly)

- [Reporter] One more question, please.

One more question. Just a moment!

(crowd chattering indistinctly)

(siren wailing)
(dramatic music)

(crowd chattering indistinctly)

- Why did you get out of my way?

- Look, I didn't get
any more than you did.

- (spits) It's a long way.

- Is he as ferocious as
everybody says, this Crazy Boy?

- Sure is. A mean son of a bitch, he is.

- He's supposed to have murdered six cops.

That's his thing.
- Seven.

During his last escape from jail.

- I sure don't envy Harrison back there.

- [Howard] Hey, lawman, you listening?

- Hmm?

- Do you know what I'd do to you,

if I didn't have this around my wrists?

And I'd be only too happy to.

Have you got any idea?

- Yeah, you'd stick this
gun up my ass, I guess.

- Pretty good guess.
- Sounds much too easy.

He might enjoy it.

That'd be a real big pity.

You know what I'd do?

I'd put my hands around
his neck and squeeze

until his eyeballs flipped
right out of his head.

- Go ahead. Enjoy your fantasies.

I intend to die of old age.

But you'll die like all murderers.

- I guess you're not superstitious,

or you wouldn't be making
such unfounded predictions.

You can never be sure
how things will turn out

until the enemy has been buried.

And I'm not underground yet.

- I want you guys to know something.

If I hadn't been wearing this uniform,

when I took you in, I'd
have killed all four of you

without asking any questions.

Just give me one excuse,

and you'll get a bullet
through your brains

before you can use them.

I can be just as cold-blooded as you are.

But there's no point. You're rats.

You're in a trap

that's about to be
plunged into boiling water,

and that'll be the end of you.

The world will finally be rid
of the plague you brought it.

So, Crazy Boy, you'll never
murder another innocent kid.

Your time is running out.

(sirens wailing in distance)

(dramatic music)

- Go ahead.
- It's been arranged.

Today, as planned. Nothing to worry about.

(women chattering faintly)

(whistle blowing)

- Time's up!
(whistle blowing)

Everybody inside.
(whistle blowing)

- No, you stay here.

- Hello, fancy-talker.

- What are you here for?

- I have to tell you I'm sorry,

but I've come here to finish your career.

(dramatic music continues)

(suspenseful music)
(Albina yelling)

(Albina groaning)

(woman groaning)

(Albina yelling)

(women groaning)

(Albina screaming)

(Albina wailing)

(Albina yelling)

(Albina moaning)

(Albina yells)

(birds chirping)

- What the hell is that up ahead?

- [Guard] A roadblock, by the look of it.

- [Guard] Wonder what the
hell that's all about.

(tires screech)

- [Guard] Check it out, Carl.
I'll make radio contact with them.

- All right.
(radio tuning)

- [Man] Hello, transit
wagon. What do you want?

- [Carl] What's going on?

We're bringing the new
prisoners up to Santa Marta.

- There's been a jailbreak
from the penitentiary

up there this morning.

- We've had no communication
from headquarters

to that effect this morning.

- That just may be,

but I can't take your word for it.

I'm afraid I'll have to check you out.

- They have to decide.

- Ask their district of origin.

- What's your district of origin?

- [Man] We're down from Bosu Verde.

- Ask him who's their officer in charge.

- Who's your commanding officer?

- What's all this third
degree for, friend?

Everybody knows our commanding
officer's Dan Craddick.

- They seem to be in order.

- Pass me the mic.

Is Sergeant O'Brien with you?
I'd like a word with him.

- No, he didn't come with us.

He's on patrol in town today.

- In that case, say hello
from Sergeant Harrison.

- Sure thing.
- Disconnect.

- Well, can we proceed now?

(dramatic music)

- Put your foot on the accelerator.

Sergeant O'Brien is
not on patrol anywhere.

He was murdered by
terrorists two years ago.

(intense music)

(guns firing)

- Get down! Get down!
(barrier crashing)

(tires screeching)

(sirens wailing)

(tires screeching)

- Jesus Christ. Shake 'em at all costs!

- Carl's dead. He's
been shot and so have I.

I'm bleeding. I can't go on, Harrison.

(guns firing)
(siren wailing)

(tires screeching)

(guns firing)

(tires screeching)

(gun fires)

(tires screeching)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(tires screeching)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(guns firing)
(sirens wailing)

(tires screeching)

(gun firing)

(tires screeching)

(gun firing)
(tires screeching)

(gun fires)

(tires screeching)
(gun firing)

(tires screeching)

(Harrison groaning)

(men grunting)

- Well, listen here, you scum.

Two good policemen are
dead because of you,

which gives me a splendid
excuse to blow you to hell.

Only I won't, unless I have to,

"cause I don't want to get dirty.

Get this into your skull, Crazy Boy.

You'll have no peace
until you smell the stink

of your own flesh roasting
in the electric chair.

Brett O'Hara, 34, Irish origin.

Multiple rapist and murderer.

Condemned to die in the electric chair.

And we have here, Victor Brain, 35,

known as "Geronimo,"
because he's part Navajo.

Murdered a guard during an escape attempt

from Fort Perry, where he
committed his last murder.

He strangled his cellmate
during the night

because he was a bit noisy.

- Snored so loud,

I couldn't sleep.
(men chuckling)

- He also got the death penalty.

Helmut von Bauer, 26, German origin.

- Aryan!
- Rapist and killer.

Cut the throats of his accomplices

while dividing the spoils of a heist.

His nickname is "Blade."

And last but by no means
least in our collection,

Howard Henderson, known as
"Crazy Boy" in the headlines,

where he is frequently figured.

An unpredictable, dangerous criminal,

with a list of crimes to his credit

that include rape, robbery, and murder.

- I try to do my best.

- A living example of refuse to burn.

His specialty is a
dedication to cop-killing.

To pay for all he's done, he
would have to be condemned

to death more than once.
(Crazy Boy laughing)

Pity we can't hang, shoot,
and give him the hot-seat.

- Let's not exaggerate.

- Well, I've delivered the goods

and I have to stay here till
their sentences are confirmed,

which should be in the next
couple of days, with any luck.

After which, they'll be transferred

to the main security prison.

- We'll take care of them. Don't worry.

That I can assure you.
(dramatic music)

They'll be temporarily put in the wing,

where we keep the most dangerous
and desperate prisoners.

- Sounds like fun, guys.

(men laughing)

(lock rattling)

- Hey, where have you hidden the women?

- Here's one, right
here. Didn't you notice?

- You call that a woman? She
wouldn't turn King Kong on.

(men chuckling)
- That'll do! Get going!

(men laughing)

- Kong would love you.

- Shut up!
(men laughing)

Now, get going.

Get going!
(Helmut shouts)

(Brett chuckles)

- Now, get goin
- Why me? I

What's he got against me?
I wanna know.

- Looks like you're just
not his type, I guess.

(men laughing)

(lock rattling)

- [Guard] End of the line.

- Inside.

- In that case, time you
took off our cuffs, I guess.

- Oh, go on, General.

- My wrists are sore.
- Come on, please.

- She'll take them off,

but don't try anything.
(men laughing)

(Victor sighs)
(Victor chuckles)

(Crazy Boy whistles)

That's better.

- Now it's my turn, darling.

That's better.

Now I can play with myself
and think about you.

- Okay.

Get in the cell.
- Don't push!

- And you!
- (chuckles) Oh, great.

We got company.

It's full of roaches.

- [Victor] What are you complaining about?

This is luxury.

The only thing missing
is the air conditioning.

(men chuckling)

(dramatic music)
(men groaning)

(woman exclaiming)

- Drop that gun, you stupid bastard,

or we'll wring the necks
of these two whores

like a couple of chickens.

- [Helmut] What's the matter, shit face?

Didn't you hear what Crazy Boy said?

- Put down that gun.

Put it down!

I'm in no mood to play
around. Do what I say!

I'm beginning to get angry,

so don't push too hard
or you'll be sorry!

Show him we mean business, Blade!

(guard groaning)

(guard yelling)

Do like I say!

Or this bitch will be
in even worse condition.

You wanna be responsible
(guard groaning)

For the deaths of these two sluts?

(guard groans)

Take the gun.

(Colleen groaning)

(gun fires)
(Colleen exclaims)

(Harrison yells)

- Good for you. You gave
him what he was asking for.

- Hey look, the bastard's still breathing.

- Let me rip his throat open.

- No, he'd be more useful as a hostage.

We need the woman, as well.

Keep pointing your gun at the warden!

Stop where you are, or
I'll shoot the damn warden.

I'm ready to blow anyone
that tries to move

to bits in this mother-muggin' prison.

You've gotta listen to me.

For those of you who
don't know me personally,

I'll introduce myself.

I'm called Crazy Boy Henderson,

because killing is my favorite hobby.

And these here friends of
mine are even worse than I am.

We've got nothing to lose,

"cause we've already
been condemned to death.

So get this.

First, I want a radio transmitter.

Second, I'm not gonna allow any
cops in here hanging around.

Third, get me someone
important to negotiate with.

If not, it means kaput! Have you got that?

(Harrison groaning)
(Emanuelle gasps)

- Who are you? Did you fire that shot?

And who is this?

- You ask too many questions, sweetheart.

How long's it been since
you made love to a man, huh?

I bet you haven't done
anything in a couple of years.

You getting to miss it?

(laughs) A girl like you needs
a man to make love to her.

I know your type.
- Mind your manners.

(Crazy Boy chuckles)
And that's no way

to treat a lady.

- You look after this wounded
cop now. He needs you.

Then I'll be back. See you later.

(Harrison groaning)

(door closing)

(Colleen whimpers faintly)

- Boom!
(Colleen exclaims)

(Brett laughing)

(Victor laughing)

- Ooh.
(men laughing)

(dramatic music)
(men laughing)

(Crazy Boy laughing)

- [Reporter] Four desperate criminals,

recently captured and brought to trial

and are presently awaiting sentence

in detention at Santa Marta jail,

have made a bid for
freedom this afternoon,

taking hostage the warden
of the women's wing

and another female guard,

as well as Sergeant Harrison
of the special branch.

The bunch of desperate criminals

include Crazy Boy Henderson

and Helmut von Bauer,
known as "Blade" Bauer

for his trick of using razor
blades to kill his victims.

- This is Vincent Robinson here.

I'm outside the building as you requested.

This is Vincent Robinson.

You wanted someone important.

I'm listening. Come in, Henderson.

- You listen to me, you
lousy son of a bitch.

I'll give you exactly three hours

to get a car out there to take
us to the San Jose airport,

where you'll have a plane and a pilot

prepared to fly us wherever we want to go.

And I'd better find a
suitcase in that car.

And that suitcase better contain
5 million dollars in small notes.

(Victor chuckles)

And it better be clean. Over.

- Three hours isn't much for
such a complicated request.

- You better do what I
say because if you don't,

the warden dies in exactly three hours.

Then it's the cop's turn.

Then the females serving
sentences, one after the other.

You got that, Robinson?

If you take longer than three hours,

this jail is gonna look
more like a cemetery.

Oh, and let me give you
another little warning.

Up here,

I can see everything that's going on.

So don't try pulling any fast ones.

If I smell cops, the hostages die.

Over and out.

(Victor laughs)

- Your position is desperate.

You'll never make it, even if you kill us.

- Patrick?
- Yeah?

- Here's a present, the warden.

- That's mighty generous
of you. (chuckles)

(Colleen groans)
Let's go, Colleen.

- You check that no cops
are prowling around.

I'll stay here.

(keys jingling)

(Crazy Boy laughing maniacally)

(Brett chuckling)

- Hmm.

Start by taking off your boots.

(Brett chuckling)

(Colleen exclaims)
Are you deaf?

(dramatic music)

- Woo-hoo!
- Buck on!

Ride 'em, cowboy!
(Victor grunting)

(men laughing)

- [Woman] Oh, look.

Men! Look!
(men catcalling)

(women chattering indistinctly)

(men chuckling)

- [Woman] Are you gonna open the cell?

- [Woman] Come on, now!
Come on, I'm dying for it.

I'm dying for it.
- Hey, let's go, big boy!

- [Woman] Come on, can't
you get it up? Come on!

- Yeah!
- Hey!

(women chattering indistinctly)

- Open up the gate.
- Hey! Over here!

(women chattering indistinctly)

- [Woman] Come on, come get us!

We'll do you all at once.

(women chattering indistinctly)

- Let's go.

Come on.

(women chattering indistinctly)

(women cheering)

(Victor laughing)

(women chattering indistinctly)

- Faster! Now the rest!

That's enough! Stop it!

(Albina groans)

- Who's there?

- Where do they keep morphine?

- How should I know?

- That's no good.

Where is it?

Where the hell?

Ugh, chloroform.

Filthy.

(dramatic music continues)

(door creaking)
(women whistling)

(woman laughing)

- [Woman] Hey, come over here.

- [Woman] Hey, we're over here. Come here.

(women chattering indistinctly)

- Come on. We'll give you all you want.

(women chattering indistinctly)

(Helmut laughs)

(women chattering indistinctly)

(Helmut shouts playfully)
(Helmut laughs)

(women chattering indistinctly)

(tense synth music)

(Brett laughing maniacally)

- No, don't you worry.
I would never hurt you.

I want you to do it all alone.

- Be quick, at least.

- But I enjoy touching you.

I'd forgotten the smell of a woman.

Your lips look soft.

What happened to your thigh?

- Just an accident.

- Your skin's so exciting.

Been so long since I made love.

A woman with such fair, delicate skin,

and full, round breasts like yours.

Soft shoulders. The smell of your hair.

Everything about you turns me on.

(group moaning)

(Victor and Albina moaning)

(group moaning)

(Helmut yells)

(Victor and Albina moaning)

(women chatter indistinctly)
(Victor yells)

(Victor chuckling)

- [Woman] Bring back some of your friends.

- Where are you going?
- Come back!

(Victor spitting)
- Hey!

- [Woman] Bring some reinforcements. Hey!

(Victor chuckling)
(women chatter indistinctly)

- [Woman] We've got plenty to go around.

(dramatic music)

(Albina groaning)

- I have to do this to you, girl.

I'm a jealous man, you see?

And I don't want you to

to go fooling around
with anybody else but me.

(lock rattling)

- (yawns) Good piece of ass,
the warden. Hot and horny.

You ought to try her, too.

- No thanks. My taste lies elsewhere.

You stand guard now and call
me if you need me, okay?

- Sure.
- Keep your eyes open.

(intense music continues)

Back in the land of the
living, are we, General?

- You might have put me out of my misery.

- (laughs) Now you're being stupid.

All right, she stopped your bleeding.

Marvelous! You're a very good nurse.

Yes, my dear.

- Get your hands off
her, you son of a bitch!

(Harrison groaning)

(Harrison exclaims)
(Harrison groaning)

- Ah, look. He's started bleeding again.

So you're not as marvelous
a nurse as I believed.

Are you?

Are you!
(Harrison exclaims)

- Stop it! Stop it!

You'll kill him! He'll die!

- Of course, I'll kill him.

What else do you expect me to do

with a bastard like that?

Don't tell me you'd be sorry.

You should hate cops as much as I do.

- But you can't treat anyone like that.

It's inhuman.
- Inhuman?

I don't think I believe
my ears. It's ridiculous.

I never thought I'd hear a
prisoner beg for a cop's life.

A filthy, sadistic swine like that?

You stinking little bitch!

(Emanuelle yelling)

It's time someone taught
you which kind of man

you're supposed to be good to.

(Emanuelle groaning)

- [Emanuelle] Stop, please!

No!

(Emanuelle groaning)

(Emanuelle sobbing)

Beast!

- Hi, pretty boy.

Feel like making it with me?

I'm all ready for you.

(door creaking)

(Laura exclaims)

This is Bobby.

- Bobby?

(Irene exclaiming)

Ask him to dance. Go on.

Dance! Dance!
(Irene exclaims)

(dramatic music)
(Helmut laughing)

You better dance, too.

Go on, dance.

- I don't feel like it. I'm sick.

You better do as I say!
(Laura exclaims)

Dance! Dance!
(Laura exclaims)

Go on!

(Helmut laughing maniacally)

(women groaning)
Yes, nice, fine.

(women groaning)

(intense music)

- (exclaims) No!
(doll hissing)

Why did you have to puncture him?

Why? That's cruel!

I-.-

But I only had Bobby.

You stupid ass!

(hand slaps)
(Irene groans faintly)

- This seems to be the

only entrance we can use.
(siren wailing)

You two keep us covered
and then follow us in, huh?

- I reiterate, Mr. Robinson,

that I decline any responsibility
for your crazy plan,

which I consider a high
risk for the hostages.

I'm sure you do.

Now, I would like every phase
of the operation videotaped.

Will you see to it?
- Yes, I will. It's all ready.

I'll see to it, sir.
- Good. Go ahead.

- If this action fails, remember,

I shall hold you responsible,
Mr. District Attorney.

- Yeah, I'm aware of that.

- Go on, throw,

goddammit.
- Three! Look at that!

I won!
- Christ, you bet too high.

- You just watch out. I'm
going higher! (laughs)

- Hey, it's my turn.

I wanna throw.
- What game you got

going on there?

- Seven! (indistinct)
- Ah, Blade,

where you been, huh?

- None of your business, punks.

- There you go.

- Hey, go on, what are
you waiting for? Shit!

- I made some interesting contacts.

- You did? (chuckles)

Time we counted up who owes who what.

Concentrate, everyone.

- Goddammit!

- What is it?
- What's wrong?

- My razor blade's disappeared.

- Okay, let's see.

How much we got here? One, two-

- Don't worry, you're not gonna need it.

The money they're gonna give us

will buy you your own barber shop, man.

(dramatic music)

(Harrison exclaims)
(Harrison groaning)

- Don't move.

You've lost too much blood already.

(Harrison groaning)

- Emanuelle, why you
doing all this for me?

- I would have done the same thing

for anyone who was in your condition.

Lie down again, now.

- Bunch of wild beasts is what they are.

We'll all be dead soon.

(Irene sobbing)

(birds chirping)

- [Man] Mr. Robinson, they're on the line.

- Yeah?

- Mr. District Attorney?
- This is Robinson here.

- Mr. District Attorney.
- I'm listening.

- It's about time we
heard what's happening

with the money we asked you for.

Getting a little nervous in here.

- [Robinson] That's being
arranged, as requested.

- Okay, but don't try any silly tricks,

'cause we're likely to get irritable.

(men hollering)

No nonsense. The boys get nervous.

- We're doing all we can.

I'm afraid you'll have
to wait a little longer.

Patience, you'll have it all soon.

(dramatic music continues)

(Albina groaning)

(Albina groaning)

(explosion booming)
(glass shattering)

- Look what's here.

- Mmm.

Someone woke Snow White, eh?

- Snow White?

That's your idea of a joke?

It's Dracula's daughter.

- Which is the head man,
gives the orders?

- I give orders.

- I want to propose an exchange,

and I don't think you've got
too much time to deciding.

(guns cocking)

- Come on. Let's go.

(dramatic synth music continues)

(door creaking)

Fire!
(guns firing)

(women yelling)

(guns firing)

(officer exclaims)

(Brett groaning)

(officer exclaims)

- You stay where you are.

(birds chirping)

Mr. District Attorney!

Hey, Mr. Attorney! (laughs)

- Mr. Robinson, I think he wants you.

- You wanna have a little chat?

- Come here at once.
- I think you should.

Leave that alone!

I want you to see what happened

to your men, Mr. Robinson.
(Helmut laughing maniacally)

Take a good look.

(Helmut hollering)

Thought you could surprise us, huh?

Well, just see what
happens to double-crossers.

I warned you. Now my
friends are really mad.

They wanna get even and
slaughter everyone in sight.

(Crazy Boy and Helmut laughing)

I don't think I'll be able to
keep 'em in check for long.

Maybe half an hour, at most.

(Helmut hollers)
(Helmut laughing)

(gun fires)
(officer groans)

(birds chirping)

Don't forget.

Just half an hour and
then this is what you get.

(gun fires)
(Helmut laughing)

(static buzzing)

- What now, huh?

(Laura sobbing)

(gun clicks)

- What are you doing that for?

- Here.

You're about to play roulette.

You and your rival can leave
fate, to decide who wins.

(Crazy Boy laughing)
(ominous music)

- Go ahead, Snow White. Try your luck.

(trigger clicks)

(Laura groaning)

(cylinder clicking)

Now it's your turn, baby.

(hammer clicks)

- Laura is who I am.

Laura of the snake mask,

as sensual and cruel as a praying mantis.

I was admired, adored, envied.

Men would pay to just to
get a whiff of my perfume.

(ominous music continues)

(Helmut hooting)

(Helmut hooting)

(Helmut hollering)

- [Laura] No one had the
nerve to call me his.

No one dares to betray the praying mantis.

She chooses her own mate.

And when she's done
with him, he's finished.

(Victor chuckles)

(hammer clicks)
(Victor chuckles)

(cylinder clicking)
(Victor chuckles)

- Your turn again.

- Go on!
- Poor little me.

I'm so vulnerable. So easy to destroy.

Poor fools, how silly they look.

Smiling at the woman they've betrayed,

as they sit astride her body.

(eerie music)
(Laura moaning)

(Helmut exclaims)
(Helmut groaning)

(Laura groaning)
(intense music)

(Helmut groaning)
(Laura groaning)

(gun clicking)
(Victor chuckling)

(Harrison groaning)

- That's not playing fair, General.

- Stop there.

Drop that gun, or I'll shoot
you dead as a door nail.

- Better not try.

You've only got one bullet in that gun.

One against five is good odds.

You're on.

(Emanuelle whimpers)

- Better hope you lost
the bet, little girl.

(dramatic music)

(hammer clicks)

(Helmut groaning)

(Crazy Boy chuckles)

(hammer clicks)
(Crazy Boy laughing)

(cylinder clicking)

(Helmut groaning)

- Help! (groaning) Help!

(women chattering indistinctly)

(Helmut exclaims)

(women chattering indistinctly)

(Helmut yells)

(Helmut yelling)

(women chattering indistinctly)

(Helmut yelling)

(Helmut yelling)

- Pull the trigger.

What's the matter? You scared?

You're not scared.

(Crazy Boy laughing)

- Go on. Don't be scared.

Go ahead.
(men chuckling)

(Crazy Boy laughing)

(gun fires)
(Emanuelle exclaims)

(Emanuelle screams)
(Emanuelle whimpering)

- You slut!

(Emanuelle sobbing)

(antenna beeping)

- [Robinson] Robinson
here. Come in, Henderson.

- I can hear you.
- Everything's ready.

The car's waiting outside in the yard,

with the driver and money you asked for.

You pleased?
- Madly.

(shells clicking)

- You ready?
- Absolutely.

(siren wailing)

- Okay, get in position.

- [Man] You, over there,

keep your guns trained
on them the whole time.

You, come this way! Hurry!

- The money's all here, in small notes.

- $10 bills, U.S.
- Yeah, thank you.

(intense music)

- Okay, hurry it up!

Move your ass!

Go on!

Geronimo, you go ahead.

- I'm ready for anything.

- Good.
- Okay.

- Keep your eyes on the warden.

Shoot her if she gets any funny ideas.

- You haven't a hope in Hell
of getting away with this.

I know Robinson, the Attorney General.

He's worse than you are.

(gun loading)
- Well, glad to hear it.

I'll know what to expect. Go on!

What are you waiting for?

If anybody tries to shoot
us, the hostages die!

Keep moving!

- My God, Emanuelle, alive after all?

- The prisoner, Emanuelle Arsan,

has been sentenced by this court

for the selling of drugs,
to five years in prison.

(gavel bangs)

- You'll have to kill me,
Mr. District Attorney,

because when I'm free,

I'll expose you for what
you really are: a bastard.

- Open fire!

What are you waiting for?

Go on, shoot them all!

(gun firing)
- Cease fire!

(gun fires)
(Robinson exclaims)

- You better not shoot, or
they're blasted to Hell!

- Don't fire, men! Stop!

Don't anyone shoot! Hold your fire!

- You've got your car and your money here.

We kept our word.

- Well, go on. Move then.

Out of our way!

The rest of you cops disappear!

Get in there. Go on!

(engine starting)

(tires screeching)

(intense synth music)

(tires screeching)

- (hollers) Never seen such a
lot of money in all my life!

You know what? I'm a genius.

A new way of life
is just startin'.

Come on, you. Faster!

What's wrong?

You hear what I told you?

You deaf? Put your foot down!

(tires screeching)
Let's go!

(Crazy Boy chuckles)

Go on. Faster!

This car will go faster than that.

Yeah, that's better.

(tires screeching)

(engine stalling)

Now what's this? What is it?

What's going on? It's a trick!

- [Driver] I guess the car burned out.

Must have pushed it too hard.

- You better be wrong.

Put your foot on the pedal.

Come on, do something, for Christ's sake!

(driver groans)
Don't fuck around!

- The engine's burned out.

- I don't believe you.
What are you saying?

- I swear, there's nothing I can do.

- Start it up again!

- You must! You must get it started!

- It's over for you.
- For me?

Oh, no, it's over for you,
my friend, not for me.

I'm not finished yet.

(gun fires)
(Crazy Boy exclaims)

(Crazy Boy yelling)

(gun firing)
(driver groans)

(intense music continues)

(men groaning)

(men groaning)

- Now, at last, you and I are both

equally matched against each other.

(engine revving)

(barrier crashing)
(gun firing)

(woman exclaiming)
(women groaning)

(Emanuelle groaning)

(gun fires)

(gun firing)
(Colleen exclaims)

(gun fires)
(Mr. Robinson groans)

(explosion booming)

(guns firing)

- [Voice over] You'll have no peace

until you smell the
stink of your own flesh

roasting in the electric chair.

The world will finally be rid

of the plague you brought.
(Emanuelle yelling)

(Crazy Boy groaning)

(Crazy Boy exclaims)
(Crazy Boy groaning)

(Harrison panting)
(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)