All language subtitles for The.Cycle.Savages.1969.576p.BluRay.AAC.x264-HANDJOB.en

(loud rock music)

(all shouting)

- Come on, Keeg, the music stopped.

- Huh?

Oh!

It stopped.

- They're animals.

- What?

I think I'm hearing some bad kind of noises.

Beat that.

- Nobody said nothing.

Forget it.

- Somebody objecting to something?

- Would it matter if they did?

- Maybe.

- What you do is your business.

- Maybe what you do is my business, too.

- I don't think so.

- I'll just take a look at these.

- I don't think they'll be of interest to you.

- Maybe not.

Except I've been hearing about some wise-ass

running around here drawing pictures of people.

- My fame precedes me.

- Is that how you get your kicks?

Picking up on other guys?

(suspenseful music)

- What do you mean by that?

- You know what I mean by that.

My friends and I,

we don't like people watching us.

And that includes drawing pictures.

Is that clear to you?

- Oh, yeah, that's perfectly clear.

- Well, that's very good,

because you're gonna stop drawing right now.

- I gotta go, and if you don't mind,

I've got some pictures to draw.

- There's no trouble in here.

Got that?

No trouble, or I call the cops.

- I'll see you, friend.

- Yeah, man.

- Give you a good warning, Keeg.

I wouldn't mess with that boy if I was you.

- Hold this.

(percussive music)

But you're not me, are you?

- He's been drawing pictures, all right.

Plenty of 'em.

You give him any trouble,

he's got pictures of you and your whole gang

he can take to the cops.

- No kidding?

Is that the truth?

- You heard me.

- Huh.

We're just going

to have to see about that, aren't we?

- I wouldn't advise it.

- You wouldn't advise it, huh?

Well, supposing you tell me where he lives.

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

Tell me.

- I want to know where he lives!

I told you, I don't know!

- I know where he lives.

Same place as Leo.

Right upstairs, in fact.

- Come on, let's get out of this toilet.

(grunting)

Have a drink.

(light rock music)

(birds chirping)

(dog barking)

(heavy rock music)

- My friend the art critic.

- You're not very polite, man.

You walked out on me before I finished talking to you.

- What do you want?

- I want some answers, that's what I want.

I wanna know what you're doing around here.

- Nothing that concerns you.

- Oh, yeah?

Well, everything concerns me, man,

particularly when it has to do

with your drawing pictures of me and my friends.

- You have friends?

- Oh, don't press your luck, babe.

Well, well.

Well, I think it is my business.

I think you're very uncool, man.

As a matter of fact,

I'm gonna show you just how uncool you really are.

(veiling) (heavy rock music)

Now, I'm gonna show you just how uncool you are, man.

I'm gonna show you that I can do a little artwork, too.

(grunting)

{man muttering)

- [Lea] How is he?

- He'll be out for another few minutes.

(sighing)

Thanks.

Out just long enough to let me refuel.

- What am I going to say to him?

I don't even know him.

- It's your problem, not mine.

- Is he hurt bad?

- No.

Just an outside cut.

I put in a few stitches.

He'll be okay as long as he takes it easy.

- Can't imagine what he did

to make Keeg want to--

- So,

it's Keeg again, huh?

I should've known.

That bastard.

One of these days, somebody's gonna blow the whistle on him.

- Yes, but not you.

And not me, either.

(heavy rock music)

(all shouting)

- [Keeg] All that excitement turns me on, baby.

What'd Davy say?

- [Man] Yeah, man, let's pop some--

- [Man] Okay, okay.

(phone ringing)

Keeg, you better get the phone first.

- Yes, big brother, I'm here.

- Haven't heard from you for a while.

How's recruiting going?

-So?

What's the problem?

What are you getting so uptight about?

- Some of my clients are getting restless, Keeg.

They wanna see some new faces,

otherwise they're gonna take their business elsewhere.

- [Keeg] Just told ya there's no problem.

I never let you down, did I?

- All right, look, here's what I want you to do.

I told them I'd bring some girls next week,

but I made a promise to 'em.

I gotta have one girl over the weekend.

Can you deliver?

- Okay.

I was planning a little party for this evening,

but, uh, heh heh, I can handle it.

- And Keeg,

bring a girl with a little class, will ya?

(belches)

- My friend, I've got a beaut.

Okay?

Be cool.

- What's going on?

(laughing)

- Sorry.

This is gonna cost you more than one glass, kid.

- Here.

Take it all.

I'll give you some money, too.

- Where will you get money?

Is your sister sending you some,

or does her pimp take it all?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to say that.

No, maybe I did.

Is that why you're playing nursemaid

to Leonardo da Vinci there?

Has Keeg threatened

to have his brother rough up your sister

if you don't?

Yeah.

You can keep your money, Lea.

Just keep it.

I don't want it.

But you tell Keeg this is the last time

that I patch up one of his victims.

The last time.

You tell him that.

No more.

Not after that last one.

- I don't wanna know about it.

Don't tell me.

He moved.

- Yeah.

He'll be coming to in a minute.

Then you're on your own.

- What am I going to say to him?

Please stay a while.

- Not a chance.

I don't want him to know me.

- [Lea] What do I do if he wants to get up?

- He won't be too anxious to move.

You can take my word for it.

Well, I'm going.

Good luck, Florence Nightingale.

- Thank you, Docky.

- Hmm, yeah.

Thanks for nothing.

Oh, if they happen to pick me up on my way home

carry this, just send cigarettes.

- I'm sure you won't.

- You watch out, Lea.

If he can make you take care of his knife victims,

he can make you join his pack.

- Never.

- That's sorta the way I say never

when I'm treating cigarette burns

where cigarettes ought not to be.

- I said never.

- [Docky] Good night, Lea.

- Good night, Docky.

Hello.

Lie still.

- Where am 1?

This your apartment?

- Yes, this is my apartment.

- Where?

- I'm number 12, right downstairs from yours.

- Downstairs?

- [Lea] Now you must lie still, the doctor said so.

- Doctor?

- Yes.

He sewed you up.

I forgot how many stitches it was,

but he said it wasn't deep.

- I know you.

I drew your picture.

-Yes, I saw it.

- You saw it, huh?

- Yes.

- He tore it out.

- Tore what out?

- The art critic that let them cut me up.

- I don't understand.

- Oh, never mind.

- Are you mad because I looked at the pictures?

- No.

- [Lea] Because I told the doctor I'd take care--

- Look, it has nothing to do with you.

- I'm sorry, I guess I'm just nosy.

- It's a pretty nose.

- So, if you aren't mad at me,

then can you tell me who cut you?

I mean, do you know who it was?

Can you tell me his name?

- One at a time, all right?

- I'm sorry.

Why don't you lay back down,

and I'll go make some soup.

- You think these pictures really make it, huh?

What's gonna happen

when the man gets a hold of these, huh?

- [Walter] Cops got our pictures already,

most of us.

- That's right, they got our pictures already,

but they don't have 'em like that.

The man's got Sandy and I as if we're doing it there.

- And you usually are doing it with her.

- Oh, come on.

That's very smart.

I'm serious.

If they get a hold of these pictures,

they're gonna start connecting things up, right?

The automobiles, the trips to the border,

even the girls.

Now, you think that we want pictures like this, huh,

hanging all over town?

- So, what are we gonna do about it?

- Well, what the hell

do you think we're gonna do about it?

I already gave the man a little taste

of what I'm gonna do about it.

- Yeah, Keeg opened his gut.

- Why don't you shut up, you dumb, I don't even know you.

- Look, so you cut him?

So what stops him from going to the cops?

- He won't go to the cops, and don't touch me again.

- What makes you so sure, hmm?

- It doesn't matter what makes me so sure.

I got that taken care of.

The man will not talk.

(light orchestral music)

- I think it would be bad for you to call the police.

I mean, maybe if you did, this man who cut you

might come back and do something worse.

- I'm not gonna pretend that I'm not afraid of him.

He's a maniac.

Somebody's got to do something.

- I don't think you know these boys around here.

They're like a club,

and if you call the police on one,

the others will get even.

- Lea, you can't let people

get away with something like this.

Now, somebody's got to have the guts to speak up.

- Here, I told the doctor I'd take care of you,

and I will.

So eat your soup and don't call the police--

- Hey.

Look, look, look.

You don't have to feed me.

I mean, there's nothing wrong with my hands.

- That is the bit, his hands.

Now, we all got to find a way

to get his hands and wreck 'em.

Because without any hands,

the man ain't gonna make no drawings.

- How do you see this thing?

- As an accident,

some kind of an accident.

- Yeah, like he could fall into a lawn mower.

- Let's just slam his fingers in a car door

and forget him.

- Yeah, the guy's hands and him an artist.

That's worse than killing him.

- Oh, does that make you afraid, my darling?

- Give the guy a chance.

Maybe he's scared off now,

and you don't have to do nothing.

- What kind of a chance do you recommend I give him?

- Well, you cut him up.

Maybe he took the hint.

Maybe he won't draw no more.

At least, wait and see one way or the other.

- Gee, that's real good thinking.

- Yeah, no sense in trouble if you don't have to.

- Oh, you're showing a lot of potential, man.

That was very intelligent.

That's exactly what we're going to do.

Isn't that wonderful?

We're not going to touch the man now,

but if he picks up one pencil

to make one drawing of any kind,

then we're gonna get him.

And that means we're gonna get his hands.

- Ah, you scared him pretty good already,

so he probably split.

Besides, how are you really ever gonna know

what he'll do?

- I'm gonna know what he's gonna do.

I'm gonna know what he's gonna do

every single minute,

because I got a pair of eyes

watching every move that man makes.

(light rock music)

- What are you doing?

Do you want to draw me again?

- Uh, yeah.

Do you mind?

- No.

- You're a very pretty thing.

- As long as you don't make me like the others.

- What others?

- The ones in your book.

- Oh, they're just making love.

That's what I'm doing, illustrating a book

on the different ways people make love.

- I see.

Then in your pictures, it's only surface?

That isn't love.

It's only sex.

- Yeah.

- Well, there's a difference.

Well, there is a difference, that's all.

Now, how should I look?

- Well, any way that's comfortable for you.

- Hey, Bob.

Bob!

You and peach fuzz

go on over to the artist's apartment.

If you see any drawings lying around,

get rid of 'em.

- What do we do if he's home when we get there?

- He's not gonna be home when you get there.

That's already taken care of.

- You sure?

What apartment is it?

- I'm sure.

Lives in apartment, uh, 21,

but he's not in 21.

He's in number 12.

Now go on.

Oh, no.

No, no, dear.

You stay.

I got plans for you, honey.

That's right.

(spitting)

- There.

Finished.

- May I see?

- You like it?

- I sure am a pretty thing, aren't I?

- Indeed you are.

(suspenseful music)

I think it's about time that I, uh,

hobble back to my own humble little home.

- No, you can't.

- Well, yes, I can.

I've got to get a shirt.

It's getting cold.

- You can't go walking all over town

with stitches in your middle.

- No.

Upstairs.

- Stay and draw me again.

- Lea, it's getting late,

and I'm afraid with this, I feel a little tired.

- Please?

Just do one more of me.

- I'll do one more of you tomorrow

when I feel a little better.

- No, now, please?

I mean, unless--

- Unless what?

- Unless I'm not pretty enough.

- Are you kidding?

You're the most beautiful girl

I've ever sketched.

- I bet you sketch lots of pretty girls,

professional models, too.

- A few.

Some are pretty,

and some are too fat.

They still use fat girls for figure studies.

- Figures?

- Nudes.

-1, I guess you get to where,

well, I guess you get to where

you don't even,

you know.

- Maybe that's why they use fat girls.

- I'm not fat.

If you'll stay and draw me again

right now,

I'll let you draw me with no clothes on.

I mean, you can draw me naked if you want.

- Now, Lea, that, that's wonderful

that you want to entertain me, but,

look, soup and sympathy are more than enough.

- No, I'm serious.

I mean, I don't think I'd feel funny

being in front of you naked.

Well, it's not something dirty.

Lots of girls sit that way for artists, don't they?

- Of course, and there's nothing dirty about it.

- Shall I take my clothes off now?

- Hey, uh, do you have any idea

how much a nude model gets paid?

- Some day when you're rich,

you can pay me.

- I wonder if this ever happened to Rembrandt?

(sighs)

Are you getting cold?

- No.

I'm not cold.

- Yeah.

- Here we go.

- Is that them, man?

- Yeah, this is the stuff he wants.

These are the ones, baby.

- [Man] I'll send this one home to mama, huh?

- Let's take these back.

See anything else you want?

- I'd better go.

- Yes.

(light jazz music)

- [Keeg] Oh, come on.

I told you guys

not to bring that stuff back here.

I told you to go to the man's place

and rip it up and destroy it.

- We tore the whole joint apart,

but I thought you'd want to see these.

- What the hell does this man do anyway,

look through keyholes?

Huh?

Look at this.

Look at Sandy the dandy.

(giggles)

I hope none of you have a soft spot for the man

anymore in your hearts.

It's quite obvious we're gonna have to hurt him.

You know, pictures like these,

the man comes in here and gets hold of these,

and he's gonna bust us all right into the jail.

This man keeps sounding off with his hands,

and that's exactly what we're gonna do.

We're gonna make the punishment fit the crime.

We're gonna hurt his hands.

- Well, how so he doesn't talk?

- Uh, my friend,

we just went through that a little while ago.

We decided that it was gonna be an accident.

This man made the suggestion.

Do you remember?

- What kind of an accident?

- Oh, right.

Another country heard from, right?

Don't worry about it.

I'll tell you what we will do, okay?

I'll tell you what we will do.

Give me your hand.

We'll have a party!

And we'll have a party for you!

Ha ha ha!

Dougie-wuggie's party!

Okay?

And then we'll have a wonderful time,

and then we'll blast off to idea land.

And that's how we'll worry about

what we do to his hands.

Okay?

You still got your acid?

- We gonna burn his hands, man?

- Oh, burn his hands with acid?

No, my darling.

No, my darling.

We're going to drop it in our mouths.

We're going to eat it, like people, okay?

And trip out, and then decide, okay?

As a matter of fact, I think that I have a,

a pocketful of miracles for some of you people.

Not you, darling, but the rest of the people,

the people, the grown-up people

will have, oh, that's right.

I have some lawn mower scraps

from south of the border.

Won't that be wonderful?

That's right.

You still on your yellow kick, man?

Very good.

And then we'll put it in a pot,

and we'll mix it all together,

and the witch woman can stir the pot!

Won't that be wonderful?

And then we'll blast off to idea land.

You girls all take your pills?

- Yep.

- How about you?

Did you take your pills?

Smile, darling, we're having a party!

A party!

You're gonna get some like the big women do!

(laughing)

- Look, there won't be any trouble.

I just want my saber back.

Means a lot to me.

- All right.

Al right.

I've told you where they hang out,

but don't say I didn't warn you.

They're a dangerous bunch of guys.

- I can take care of myself.

I know what I'm doing.

Thanks.

(door creaking)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- [Man] What do you want, artist?

- I just came for my sword.

Figured you guys had it long enough.

- Hey, man, what you talking about?

I don't see any sword around here, do you?

- Well, if you don't see one,

I don't think you'll mind if I take this.

- I wouldn't.

- Here's one.

(heavy rock music)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(sighs)

- What makes you think I can even handle him?

- Because I know what you do to me.

Hey.

Now, I think if you were to try real hard,

you might be a real champion at it, honey.

You know that offer I once made you

about getting out of this dump still holds.

- Sure, you'd take me out of here, wouldn't you?

Right into a plush Las Vegas apartment.

My sister fell for that line,

but not me.

- Why is it, darling,

that you always bring up your sister

whenever we talk?

Huh?

Your sister isn't anything like you.

It would be entirely different

between you and me

than it was between me and your sister.

- My sister would've been all right if you

and your brother had stayed out of our lives.

(knocking on door)

- [Romko] Lea.

- Well, pardon me, miss.

I think I'll go upstairs.

Perhaps the artist will give me

a warmer reception.

- No, wait.

- What, huh?

What?

(motorcycle starts)

(knocking on door)

- Lea?

Are you all right?

-Yes, I'm, I'm fine.

-Um, may I come in?

- Uh, yes.

I'm, I'm sorry.

- I thought I heard one of those guys

from last night ride away a few minutes ago,

and I thought I'd better come down

and see if you're okay.

- Oh, I'm fine.

I'm, really.

I saw you come in a little while ago,

but I wasn't dressed.

You left your pad and pencil here last night.

Do you want to finish your sketch?

- Yes, I'd like that.

(light orchestral music)

Well.

Uh, why don't you sit over here?

I think the light's a little better.

- [Man] Well,

here comes Keeg.

- I suppose you boys would mind telling me

just what the hell is going on here.

- It was that artist.

He came looking for his sword.

- Oh.

And then you gave it to him,

and just stood back

and let him beat on you, right?

- He took us by surprise.

- Yeah, we didn't have a chance.

- Both of you at one time.

Isn't that something?

We're not gonna worry about it right now,

because Tom just found out some guy

over that works echo park has got his bike,

so we're going over to check it out.

And if you two lovely specimens wouldn't mind,

we'd sure as hell appreciate it

if you'd clean it up right now.

- Huh?

- Clean it up.

(motorcycle engines rev)

- You better go on home, sweetheart.

- Thank you for fixing my bike.

- That's all right.

- You know, it's against the law

to drive in the park here with your motorbikes.

- Oh, is that right?

You a policeman?

You gonna stop us?

- No, look, I just work here.

If the police do see you,

they may give you trouble, that's all.

- Oh.

I think you got that last part a little mixed up, man.

I think that they're gonna give you trouble

because there happens to be a law against stealing.

- So, who's stealing?

- Right over there.

- Wrong, buddy.

I bought that bike.

- You bought that bike?

- [Man] Yeah.

- Then that means you're calling me a liar, right?

- I'm not calling you anything.

I'm just trying to tell you

I paid five bills for that bike.

- Well, that can't be, man, because that bike

happens to belong to this man right here.

Now, you go ahead and get it.

- Look, wait a minute.

- Wait a minute?

- Just a minute.

- What does that mean?

- If this is some kind of a joke,

I don't like your sense of humor.

Why don't you guys just leave before somebody gets hurt.

- This is not a joke.

Get on the bike.

(grunting) (suspenseful orchestral music)

- All right, you had your fun.

You satisfied now?

I wouldn't do that if I was you.

- You're a real tough guy, huh?

I'm gonna beat some sense into you.

(heavy rock music)

(grunting)

Now that my blood is running up high,

let's do something tonight.

Let's have some kind of a group project.

- Yeah, man.

I could stand for some of that.

- Very good.

- I'll check out the high school.

- I'll check out sixth street.

(heavy rock music)

- [Keeg] Ooh, just what the hell do we have here?

- Little chick I just picked up, man.

- [Keeg] Oh.

- She's cool, though.

Seen her around the neighborhood before.

- Well, my darling, and what's your name?

- Janie.

- [Keeg] Janie.

Mm-hmm.

You'd like to join our club,

would you, Janie?

- I don't know.

Maybe.

- Maybe.

What does that mean, maybe?

- Well, might be a gas.

- "Might be a gas."

What the hell kind of dialogue is that, man?

We're having a nice party.

This chick is right out of squares-ville

with dialogue like that.

"Maybe.

"Might be a gas."

Dear, this is a club for big human beings,

big mommies and big daddies.

I don't think you're gonna qualify for that.

- Oh, yeah.

Well, I can take anything

that you or your friends can put down.

(men laughing)

- She can take anything.

Isn't that nice?

Well, I think,

oh, that scare you a little, did it?

(all laughing)

I guess we're gonna see right away.

That be okay with you?

- Sure.

I told you I can take care of myself.

- Oh, okay.

Then we won't waste any more time, will we?

There's just a couple things you should know, okay?

Now, first of all,

you have to have a sponsor.

And the sponsor's choice has to be approved

by all these wonderful people.

Now, we're just like a country club, you see?

Rules and regulations, just like them.

We keep all the undesirable people out.

And with all the desirable people,

we don't let them out, honey,

until we feel it's time.

You got that?

- So far.

- Okay, now, just one more thing.

There's only one person around here that says

what can happen and what can't happen.

And I'll bet by now that you've guessed

that that's big old Keegie-weegie, haven't ya?

Yeah, that's a good girl.

Now, before you waste any more time

with that stupid grin on your face,

why don't you just take that dress off

that you got on.

- Now, wait a minute, you guys.

- Get in there and take it off,

you understand me?

You had a chance to walk up the stairs,

and you didn't take it.

Now, stand there and take it off.

No, let her do it herself, man.

Let her do it herself.

You gonna take it off or not, huh?

- All right.

- All right.

Yes, dear, you want to mumble something?

- I don't--

- You don't what?

Mm-hmm.

(men laughing)

Mm-hmm.

Ooh.

Well, let's have a hand.

- All right, Walter!

- Very good.

Walter did a wonderful job.

I think you really passed

those preliminaries, my darling.

Now, come up here where old Keegie-weegie

can take a look at ya.

(men laughing)

Very good.

Now, there's just one more thing, dear.

That is that your sponsor

personally recommend you.

Now, Walter, my boy,

do you think that you can

show this girl where it's at, son?

- Sure thing, Keeg.

(all laughing)

- I've changed my mind.

- Oh, honey, you can't change your mind!

You can't change your mind.

I told you to go up the stairs

one minute ago, and you didn't go up.

Now you're gonna do it whether you want to do it.

Now, just shut up and stand there.

(whimpers)

Oh, come on, man.

Just get on her and do it.

That's it.

Come on.

Undo your belt, sir.

(all laughing)

- No!

Aah!

- [Man] Hey, hey.

Get it on!

(upbeat rock music)

- All right.

Now, everybody get this.

You understand?

Now, just listen.

Everybody just listen for one second.

There is really only one purpose

to this entire thing that we're doing,

and that is to come up with one idea!

You understand that?

A way in which to chop off that artist's hands.

(light orchestral music)

- Your lips are soft.

It's more like love that way.

(upbeat rock music)

- [Man] Get it on.

- [Doug] Sock it to her.

- Walter, I think it's time the old coach took over.

(laughing)

- [Janie] No!

No!

No!

Get away from me!

No!

No!

No!

(crying)

No!

No!

(groaning)

No!

(light orchestral music)

- [Lea] Do you like it?

- Yeah, what is it?

- [Lea] My sin.

-Hmm.

- [Lea] That's a good name for a perfume

to wear right now, hmm?

- There was no sin here.

There's only sin when there's no love,

no beauty.

- Is there love here now?

- I'm sure there is.

(chuckles)

Al right.

Al right.

What's so funny?

- I was just thinking of someone.

The kind of person that cut you,

you know, when they do this,

it's to hurt each other.

Yet, here we are because of one of them.

We wouldn't be here except for him.

- Maybe, maybe chicky-baby

wants a drink.

- Yeah.

Very good.

A house special.

- You betcha.

- Walter, bring me your acid.

(Walter groans)

Make one just like grandma used to make.

Ha ha.

(clearing throat)

(chuckles)

- Hey, man, that's too much.

- No, that's beautiful.

- Right on it.

- Whatever's right.

- Let's see how she handles this.

Hi, there, Goldilocks.

It's the big bad wolfy-wolfy,

come to wake you up.

(man sighs)

Come on.

Have a little drinky-winky.

Huh?

Oh, you don't need to jerk.

Nobody's gonna jump on you.

I'm gonna help you out.

Like in the movies, when you're in the desert,

you take a drinky.

Finish it up.

That's right.

That's very good.

See that?

I hope you all were paying attention

instead of being in your own bags.

- Romko, I want you.

- Yes.

(upbeat rock music)

(sniffling)

Hey.

You're crying.

- I'm not crying because I feel guilty.

Not at all.

I wanted you,

and you shouldn't feel guilty either.

I'm crying because I'm stupid, Romko,

that's all.

Romko, I like that name.

- Now, don't cry.

- Well, you should cry

from the pain in your stomach.

- Men aren't supposed to cry.

- That's stupid.

They'd feel better if they did.

- Oh, they do.

When nobody's looking.

- Romko, I'm not a nice person.

- Are you gonna start that again?

- It's true.

Soon, tomorrow maybe,

you're going to realize that.

You'll hate me.

- That's impossible.

- No.

No, it's possible, very possible.

Love me until you hate me.

- You're a nut, you know that?

(knocking on door)

- [Man] Open up, police!

Open up, police!

- Well, I'll have to let 'em in.

- No.

No, they mustn't find you here.

He'll come back and kill us both.

- Hey, nobody would...

Al right.

Just be quiet.

Don't be frightened.

(keys jangling)

They've got a pass key.

We'll have to let 'em in.

- Just a minute.

I know.

- Well, this is cozy.

Looks like we interrupted something, Sam.

You I know.

What's your name?

- Romko Pietrandre.

- Where were you born?

- Warsaw.

My parents went there from Hungary.

We came here as refugees, and my papers are in order.

- I asked your name, not your life story.

- 80, you jumped the Berlin wall, huh?

- Yeah.

- That took guts.

How are your guts now?

- What do you mean?

- How were your guts yesterday?

Oh.

Okay, who cut you?

- It was an accident.

- Oh, an accident.

That's what Docky said at first,

but he changed his mind

after he spent a night in jail.

Al right.

Now, who cut you?

- I don't know.

A stranger.

- Now, why would a stranger

want to cut you?

- He got mad when I did a sketch of him.

Maybe he doesn't like artists.

I don't know.

- Oh, here's some familiar faces, huh, Sam?

Well, well, well.

Got any more of these around?

Like maybe a sketch of that,

that stranger that cut you?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I had one of him and lots of others.

Somebody broke into my apartment yesterday

and destroyed everything.

- Where's your apartment?

- Upstairs.

- Sam, get him up there fast, look around,

and bring him back down here.

Look, have 'em make a sketch

of that man that stabbed him.

- Right.

- All right, Lea.

What have you got to say for yourself,

for your part in all of this?

- Look, she had nothing to do with it.

She found me bleeding in the hall.

- Never mind about her.

Get going.

I wanna see those pictures.

Sam, help him up the stairs.

- I don't know anything.

It's just the way he says it is.

- Mm-hmm.

It's Keeg, isn't it?

Keeg.

He's threatening you if you don't cooperate, isn't he?

- He told me to keep the artist here

and to keep him from calling the police.

That's all I know, and I don't know who cut him.

- Oh, come on, Lea, fight back, will you?

You've gotta help me get the evidence I need

to lock up that rotten bum.

- Why me?

- Because I know you're involved.

- What do you mean?

What's all this about?

- I'm taking you both in.

- On what charge?

We haven't done anything.

- No?

Well, then what did we just interrupt here?

- Look, we're in love.

We're engaged.

- Sam, they're in love.

Well, that may be just dandy

over in Europe, my boy,

but in this country it's against the law.

You see, in the USA, you cannot legally sleep with anyone

unless you have a license,

a marriage license.

- That's a ridiculous law.

- Write your congressman.

- Why are you doing this?

- Lea, I'm booking you on a charge of prostitution

by means of contributing.

- Prostitution?

- Look, she is no prostitute, you bastard!

Don't you call me a bastard, son.

Listen, when a girl gives herself as a decoy

to help somebody else commit a crime,

she's just as guilty as they are,

and she's guilty of prostitution,

and it'll stick.

- What do you mean?

- I mean that your little girlfriend here

is right in the thick of it.

Right with bunch that sliced you open

and tore up your artwork.

Look, she kept you busy here

so they could break into your apartment.

Not to mention the fact

she kept you from calling the police,

and she got you an unlicensed doctor.

- You see?

The hate comes.

- Lea, how could you?

Are you gonna whore--

- The world's full of 'em, son.

That's why they got vice cops like me.

Get your clothes on.

- Vice.

- That is it, a vice.

- That's right, sweetheart.

Vice.

- A vice.

Hey, a vice!

That's it, a vice!

- Vice?

- Vice.

Yeah, you know, uh, uh, uh,

in wood shop at the end of the bench

we had a vice, you know.

- Where's he gonna find one this time of night?

- Don't worry about finding a vice.

They're all over town.

You can go

in any high school has a vice.

Now, go help him find a vice.

Go on.

Now, listen everybody else.

Later on, we're gonna have us a party,

you understand that?

We're gonna invite the artist to the party,

and then we're gonna give him

the old squeeze play, my style.

I finally came up with the idea, okay?

Now, everybody else, I'm very tired.

Please just get the hell out of here, okay?

(percussive music)

Come on, right now.

Let's go.

Everybody up.

Let's go, up.

Let's get out!

- Doctor.

Help, I'm sick.

- Oh, man.

- Can I have that doctor you were talking about?

- Dear, look.

If you gotta have Docky,

he's at the flower shop.

You gotta go find him yourself.

I can't help you now with that.

I'm sorry.

It's almost morning.

He'll be there very soon.

(upbeat rock music)

- What are you doing in here?

You know I can't serve you any beer.

- Hal

Smoking grass all night, man,

poppin' Amy's and acid

and she mustn't have beer?

- I need something.

Please, anything.

Aspirin.

- Sure, honey.

You kids.

Think you're smart with marijuana.

Well, one of these days,

the public will get wise

and make it legal.

Then it won't be fun anymore.

- Ain't the public

standing in the way, man.

It's the liquor lobby in Washington.

- Here, Janie.

- [Man] Nobody has trouble getting grass, man.

- Docky.

Where's Docky?

The flower shop.

He wasn't there for work.

No one's seen him.

Not since last night.

- You think he got busted?

- He was supposed to take care of the artist.

- I've seen him.

Got it.

- Hey, what did Docky have to see what artist for?

You mean Romko, the kid that comes in here?

- Just never mind, man.

You ain't heard nothing.

- What's wrong with you?

- Nothing.

- If you're hurt, let me call a doctor.

- Nothing's wrong.

- Where you going?

- Find Docky.

If I can't find him,

I gotta find somebody.

Doctor.

- Stay away from the fuzz.

You do any talking, you know what happens.

Huh?

- It's happening now.

Oh, I won't.

I won't.

I hate cops, really.

If I don't find him,

I've gotta find somebody to help me.

- Hey, Doug.

What's going on around here?

- She just had a little accident or something.

- She acts pretty sick, wanting Docky and all.

How come Docky?

Why not a legit doc?

- If Docky got busted, that means Lea called the cops.

I better check on her.

- Hey, wait a minute.

- Wait in hell, big man.

(upbeat rock music)

(knocking on door)

- What are you doing?

- Where is she?

Where's Lea?

- In jail, that's where.

They took her in last night.

Her and that foreigner from upstairs.

And her so pious.

Hey, kid.

Drink with me?

- What's the matter?

(siren wailing)

(upbeat rock music)

- No, no!

- Keeg!

Keeg!

Just, just listen.

I looked for Docky.

There's no sign of him anywhere.

I went to check on Lea,

and the neighbor says that the cops

picked her up and the artist, too.

That means they'll be looking

for you, too, right?

- Just cool out.

- I'm telling you you gotta split.

You gotta go away.

- And leave unfinished business?

The artist is gonna get a manicure,

now that's all there is to it.

- I told you the cops have him.

- Why do you keep worrying about it, huh?

The man has very expensive clothes on

all the time, doesn't he?

Now, doesn't that mean very heavy bread to you, huh?

Doesn't that mean that the man would have

his own ability to bail himself out of jail?

And that's exactly what he's doing now.

He's probably bailing himself out of jail

and he's bailing the girl out, too.

So just cool off.

See?

- Man, you're too cool.

- You gotta be cool all the time.

You worry too much.

- I'm all right.

- Do you know what a good thing to do is

when you get all excited like that, huh?

And upset?

Take your clothes off.

- Oh, come on, man.

This ain't no time for that.

- Hey, man.

There's always time for that stuff.

I just got an idea here.

I think we're gonna graduate Sandy here today

with full honors.

And I'm gonna let you

present her with her diploma.

Now, what do you want?

- You know what I want.

I want you.

- Didn't I tell you for many, many times,

that it's time for a change?

- No, Keeg, please, I'm begging.

I don't want him.

I want you.

- Well, then you got a lot of problems, dear,

because I don't want you.

Have you gotten that message by now

that I don't want you and the man right there

does not want you, huh?

That means nobody wants you.

Now, how are you gonna make any money

working for my brother if nobody wants you?

- Keeg, Keeg, I'll work good,

you know I will.

Keeg, but why can't I work here--

- Because I do not run the racket,

do you understand that?

I don't run the racket!

He runs it, not me!

I do the hiring, the teaching,

and the firing and you're graduating and that's it!

Now, shut up!

- Oh, Keeg, if I gotta go, then--

- Are you ready?

Do you know what she's asking for?

Would you listen to this?

She's asking for a kiss.

I told you to get your clothes off.

You shut up.

- Oh, come on, man, really.

I don't want to.

She wants you.

- I'm gonna tell you something.

Wait just a second, man.

There's a couple things you're gonna have to learn

around here before I go,

and the first thing is that there's only one person

around here that says what goes and that's me.

And when I say to strip, that's exactly what I mean.

Now strip.

- Yeah, okay.

Okay.

- No, Keeg, no!

No, no, I want you, not him.

- Forget it!

- [Sandy] I got something for you.

I can give you something.

- You can give me what?

What can you possibly give me?

- [Sandy] I know this girl,

and she's coming for kicks and fun

and she's got two younger sisters, two of them.

I'll give you her name.

- That's exactly right, you'll give me here name.

I hope she doesn't clutch me

as much as you do, either.

- Keeg, I'll give you her name and all

if you just, just one last time.

Don't make me do it with him!

Please, I'll make-

- Will you please let go of me

and leave me alone for the last time.

Now sit down and shut up!

And I am not kidding.

Now, I'm gonna teach you a lesson.

I'm gonna teach both of you a lesson

and I'm gonna teach it to you right now.

This is gonna be the most important lesson

either one of you ever learned in your lives.

Now, I'm may split this set up very soon, man,

but before I do,

you're gonna have to learn something.

You're gonna have to learn about that.

A woman.

And you're gonna have to learn

what women are good for.

They're good for one thing.

You know what that is?

That's for being a whore,

because that's all you are, baby,

and that's all any woman is good for.

Making money off poor dumb Johns.

- I don't get you, man.

- You'll get me, man.

You just hang on a second.

Now, let me ask you a question, huh?

Would you like to lead this place one time,

be the head man here?

- Well, sure, man.

- Would you like to know

how to handle women as well as I do?

- Oh, yeah, Keeg.

- You would, right? - Yeah.

- Okay, then I'm gonna give you a lesson right now.

I'm gonna show you that women

also are good for only one other thing.

You know what that is?

Huh?

Can you take a guess?

- Uh, sure.

- That's right.

That's to cry.

And when you can learn to make 'em cry,

then you can learn to make money off 'em.

- Lea?

Lea?

Lea, please wait.

Lea?

- You shouldn't be running.

You'll pull your stitches.

- Wait a minute, please.

I'm sorry.

I apologize for the stupid things I said.

Lea, I love you.

- After all of this,

you still don't see what I am, do you?

You are stupid.

Are you the one who made my bail?

- It doesn't make any difference.

- Yes, it does.

Well, don't worry about it.

You'll get it back when I go to trial.

Most of it, anyway.

- Lea, look, you can't stay here now.

Come away with me.

I love you.

- Love?

I spit on you.

- Lea, you can't mean that.

- You are stupid.

Can't you see that I am a whore?

Besides, do you think

I'd waste my time on you?

Well, you don't have enough money.

Look, you made my bail.

Well, that's what you owe me

for last night.

Now, now go away and leave me alone!

Oh.

(light orchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Oh. (vice squeaking)

- Put 'em on.

Just put them on!

Mercy.

Goodness gracious, he wants mercy.

Give him a little mercy!

Crank it!

- You're insane.

You're sick, all of you.

You need help.

(knocking on door)

- Peach fuzz, go see who it is.

Who is it?

- It's Lea.

- [Keeg] Let her in.

- I wanna see Keeg.

- [Keeg] Not now, babe.

I just told you, not now.

Can't you see we have a very special guest here?

- [Doug] And we're giving him special guest treatment.

- What are you doing to him?

You'd think of something like this,

wouldn't you, Keeg?

Just this sort of--

- You come here for your payoff, Lea?

- You think she'd do it

for nothing, fink?

- I told you to get out of this neighborhood.

Do you see what happens?

Do you see where it gets you to hang around with whores?

Now do you see who we are?

- Bitch.

- [Doug] That's no way to speak to your lady love.

(gasping)

- Do you hear what he called me?

- I guess he just don't like you anymore, dear.

Well, why don't you give it a crank?

- No, wait.

I wanna watch him suffer a little first.

I wanna feel his hands.

Are they hot now?

Do they wanna grab me now?

- Were you doing a little grabbing there, artist?

All you have to do with Lea is ask.

Isn't that right, Keeg?

- Lea, are you gonna make me feel like 'em?

Hey, Keeg.

Why don't you let him sit like this for a while,

he's fun to watch.

- Come on, I don't have all day.

Are you gonna crank it or not?

- Isn't it more fun to watch him hurt--

- Are you gonna shut your mouth and crank it?

- No.

- Well, that's exactly why you came here, then,

was to help him out.

- No, I didn't mean that.

I came here to see you alone

the way you've always wanted.

Look, I came to see you, Keeg, not him.

Forget about him.

Let him go.

You said you always wanted me.

If we could only be alone.

- [Doug] Are you listening, artist?

- Now, just one minute, honey.

Aren't you the broad that always says

you gotta be in love with somebody

before you can ball with them, hmm?

And now all of a sudden you're in love with me?

Come on.

- Well, tell the others to go

and you'll find out.

- Oh, honey, come on.

You're not fooling me.

- Now--

- Get out of my way!

Now, take care of her right now

and I'm not kidding.

And put a little muscle

and finish this punk off!

I wanna hear some bones crack!

(grunting)

- Hey, Lea, wanna make a bet

on when he passes out?

(vice squeaking)

- All right, get back, all of you!

Move it!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Well, now, look who's turned

into a Bonnie Parker.

- Lea.

- Now, this is a bad scene, Lee.

Lee, really, it's,

this is no good at all.

- Don't, Keeg.

I'll kill you if I have to.

- Don't let him get close, Lea.

I don't want to, but I will.

- Well, you guys just spread out real slow.

Slow, spread out.

- Keep 'em back.

Don't let him close in, Lea.

- Now, everybody just stop.

Stop.

Now, I'm gonna show you something real funny.

Look at her hand,

the one that's holding the gun.

See how it's shaking?

Look at your hand, dear.

You can't even pull that trigger.

You got no guts.

Just like all women.

What are you backing up for?

You trying to get away?

You move a couple more steps,

you're gonna bump right into peach fuzz.

- Over here, Lea.

- Behind you.

- Not that way, over here.

- Stop it!

Stop it, stop it!

- Just a minute, dear.

You point a gun at somebody,

and you better keep your eyes on 'em,

not take 'em off 'em, you understand that?

And that means me.

Now, this man here wasn't gonna hurt you at all.

You were the one that was trying to hurt him.

I was trying to keep him

from you stepping on his toes.

Now, I'm gonna teach you a real lesson, dear.

We're all gonna spread out real slow,

and I mean really spread out-

- [Man] Keeg!

- What?

- It's the heat, man.

- [Keeg] Where?

- Everywhere.

- [Keeg] Oh, come on.

They don't know about this place.

- Yeah, but what if--

- [Keeg] Just cool it.

- It was Janie, man.

She couldn't find Docky.

They picked her up in a police ambulance.

She started babbling away and told 'em everything.

- Sandy, come on.

Stand up!

I want you to walk over there

and take the gun from the woman.

She's not gonna hurt you.

(grunting)

Now just reach your hand out, dear.

That's an order.

- Back off!

Back off, Lea.

Back away!

- Don't move, baby.

- I couldn't, Romko.

He was right.

I couldn't do it.

- That's your trouble, Lea.

You can't do the kind of things I can do.

Why, you don't even know how to hold a gun.

- That's right.

Now, everybody else just listen to me.

I am the only person here that they want

that they have anything on,

so just everybody relax and be cool.

Pick up all the stuff on the floor,

any roaches or grass,

and flush it down the toilet.

Dana, come here.

Go make some coffee.

Come on.

Now everybody else stay here

and just be very natural.

Pick up the rag there

and wipe up all the blood.

Get it all up.

All right, now let 'em just walk in

on a perfectly square coffee clutch.

It's nothing more than that.

Just stay relaxed and keep cool.

And nobody's seen or heard from me

in the last few days, either.

I've been in Las Vegas.

- What about them?

They'll talk.

- Well, shut 'em up so they don't talk.

(gun firing)

- Keeg, I'm going with you.

Keeg, I said I'm going with you.

To hell if it's the only place left.

- [Keeg] Well, then one of you take care of her, too.

- Stay back there.

I've got five left.

Now, let me out.

- Hey, they're pretty close.

Let's get out of here.

(upbeat rock music)

(gun firing)

(siren wailing)

(gun firing)

(motorcycle crashing)

(siren wailing)

(heavy rock music)