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I now, now believe me I

I gonna like it I

- If I see you, I'm gonna nab you

with your hands in the chill, young lady.

That bitch. She's
heading far away tonight.

- Ah, tasty.

- Welcome to the internal regions.

Ah, I can tell, you sport mammary glands.

Welcome, honey.

Pay for your sins.

Oh, yes!

Yeah!

- Nice jacket. New to town?

Get her out!

What the hell are you doing here?

Angel, pay for your sins
beforehand.

Mmm.

- Save you your money.

Hey.

Hey, there. Wanna have a good time?

Peeping Ethel knows all the tricks.

Hmm?

- Mmm.
- Uh.

- Everyone gets paid here.

- Up yours, you filthy old bitch.

- She's going to ruin
the market, that's all.

- I'll do what you like.

Anything, everything.

- The two of you get around back. Hurry.

I'm going through the
front door and upstairs.

- Terry, get going!
- Right, let's go.

- Yeah.
- Come on.

- Let's move.
- Move.

Is there anything? Just
tell what you like.

Oh!

Oh, no!

- That's it, boys! Teach
that slut a lesson!

She can't get away with that shit!

- Oh no, no more. No violence.

That's not what I came here for.

Yeah, that's it. Slice
her up a little.

- No more giving it away, you slut.

- You'll take money just like
all the hookers here, now.

- And 70% goes to us.

Speak out, or I waste you.

- Help, help!
- Shut up!

- It's a raid!

The cops, the cops!

- Oh, jeez!
- Go ahead, come on!

Come on!

- Come on, honey. Get your ass out here.

Move it! Move it!

- Shut up!
- No!

- Get your hands off me!
- Shut up!

- There you are, slut.
- Get off!

Come on!

- Where do you think you're going?

Okay, watch 'em!

Watch 'em!

- Okay, hold it right there, lady!

You're under arrest.

- No! No, what are you doing?

- Like I said, honey, I'm arresting you.

- Oh, no. Please, no!

- Didn't anyone ever tell you it's illegal

to be a whore in this country?

- Oh, I'm not a whore!

I'm not a whore, I told you!

- Let me go, please!
- Yeah, a girl in that place

dressed the way you are tries
to tell me she's no hooker?

- Get off it, honey.
- Oh, please!

You've got to believe me!

- All right, I'll listen.

What were you doing in there
if you're no hooker, huh?

- I was looking for someone.

I had an appointment there with a friend,

you've got to believe me, please!

Oh, oh, no!

- Honey, you're getting hysterical,

and I've got some medicine
here that will calm you down.

Oh, no!

No, please!

Oh, no!

- You'll find it'll work wonders

for your particular little problem.

- Oh, no!

- Look at me, honey.

- Look at me!
- No!

- Look at me, you little hooker!

- I wanna see you face when you cum,

'cause you are, I can feel it!

- Aren't ya!
- No!

No!

Oh, god. Stop!

- All right. Get out of here.

Move.

- Bastard.

- Frank, breakfast is ready, darling.

Mmm.

I made eggs and toast.

Aren't you a little hungry?

Frank, are you?

I'm okay, thanks.

- Oh, your mother's coming by today.

She says that your
editor's having his lawyer

write you a real eyeful.

It's about your new book.

She wants me to remind you it's overdue.

It was supposed to be published in June.

- They grabbed chapter two.

It'll be a miracle,
considering that people

keep busting my balls
every minute of the day!

- I was just giving you
your mother's own message.

Anyway, she just felt that...

She just felt?!

- That you might start...
- Tell mother

I'll take her advice!

Right? And flush it down the toilet!

Now, what other great little

ideas have the two of
you cooked up for me?

Huh? Have you come up with
some magic formula, darling?

The one that will write my next
bestseller and type it out?

Go ahead! Cry, stomp!

I don't give a shit!

Nobody's paying you to put up with me!

I'm an invalid!

- I'm a goddamn cripple!
- Oh.

Your husband is a cripple!

A loser and a stinking son of a bitch!

Get your ass out of here!

- What's happening to us?

Oh, god. Oh, god.

- Deborah, darling.

Don't cry. Please, don't.

You'll see.

He's not going to be this way forever.

You've got to stop all this.

The accident wasn't your fault, Deborah.

- I love him, Martha.

As much as I did that very
first day. I swear it.

He means everything in the world to me.

- Of course, darling.
- And he loves you, too.

Just as much.

I know what my son is like.

I'm going to try to talk to
him a little today, all right?

- Oh please, mama.

It could be with you, he'll open a little.

- Well, not to be syrupy,
but when the storm's over,

the sun does come shining through.

-Mmm.

- I wonder who it is?

- I'll get it, mama.

Okay, coming.

Who is it?

- Mrs. Veronese?

- Yes. Would you turn
toward the camera, please?

- I'm a friend out of hell.

You and I need a little talk together.

- Oh.

- You were right, weren't you?

You're not a whore.

You're a rich, respectable, married lady

who likes fun and games at night.

Here. There's nothing missing.

Okay, Mrs. Veronese?

- How much do you want?

- Hmm. We can discuss money a bit later.

What I need right now is a
repeat of last night. Get it?

- Oh, god. Please leave.

- Huh. First I'll have a
little chat with your husband.

- Oh.
- Hi, I'm alf la Rosa.

Vice cop, nice to meet ya.

How about it?

- Not here. My husband might see us.

Come on.

- I hope for your sake you're not trying

anything clever, Mrs. Veronese.

I'm not, don't worry.

- I'm not after money.

You shouldn't wear these goddamn jeans.

- A skirt works better.
- Wait, let me do it.

- Be my guest.

Last night, I found you in hell.

Today, you're coming along with me,

and we're going to heaven together.

- Frank?

Frank, darling? Where are you going?

Come out of there.

- Deborah, you mustn't worry about it.

I'll take care of him later.

Move now.

- All the hatred emanating from you.

There was absolutely nothing,
nothing holding us together.

When you stopped acting
like a loving husband,

I was confused.

I was transformed into a kind of... a mute,

a monster right out of a...

Oh, something out
of"Dracula or Frankenstein,

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Like in your first bestseller,
angel of the night.

It was that girl. I
would've wound up like her.

And no, that's no exaggeration.

An angel during the day and a filthy,

degraded thing at night.

It was bad news all the way.

Just bad news.

Anyway, what's going to happen?

Do I get arrested by the police now?

You'll want a divorce, I guess.

- I'll never leave you. You're my Deborah.

That won't keep us apart.

I know you were thinking of me.

That I'd be involved in this scandal.

I love you.

- What if someday, someone finds that body

buried out in the back there?

- No one will ever harm you.

Not my little Deborah.

As long as she has frank
around to watch over her,

she'll be all right.

- Yes, frank, but the man was
a police officer, you know.

He'll be missing in action
or whatever they call it.

- He was more than that,
he was a blackmailer.

They won't be looking for him around here.

Now come on, kiss me.

Mmm.

Please leave a message and we'll

get back to you as soon as possible.

- Not again.

This is the third time I've called

and all I get is your
answering machine, goddammit.

Anyway, my message is,

the police officer who
was screwing Mrs. Veronese

is the one who's disappeared,
according to the report.

Curious, don't you think?
I'm convinced it is.

I'd be glad to talk to you.

I I'm getting down I

I and I can't help it, talking to myself I

I got to find the truth about you I

I moving step by step I

I whoa, oh, tonight I

I you give me your anxiety I

I I've got to get it off of my mind I

I it don't look like a scene I

I whoa, oh, tonight I

I whoa, oh I

I I can feel it and it's close to me I

I you can too, it's inside of you I

- At the moment, it's damn dull.

It'll warm up. You, uh, new here?

-Mmmhmm.

Mmm.

- Buy you a drink, lady?

- I'd prefer to get screwed, cowboy Tom.

- She knows her mind, this girl.

You're on, kit Carson.

- You know how to choose.

- Where we going, my honey?
- I'm gonna get into my car

out in the lot,

and you get to follow me in yours.

- Shoot a buffalo.

- Got my rifle ready.

Okay, let's see the show.

This room sent me back 50 bucks.

I want my dough's worth out of it.

Mmm.

Come on, pop the cork. Pop it.

Yeah, that's it.

Bubbly-wubbly.

You're making me so thirsty.

- Oh.

- Well?

- Mmm. Not a thing.

- Okay.

Yeah, got my message?

- Oh, never fail, Martha. That's you.

- "The man had no significance

at all for her, only a lay.

He noticed she was wearing a ring of gold.

He asked, 'are you married, honey?'

she told him not to ask any questions.

He laughed crassly. 'This
room set me back 50 bucks.

I want my dough's worth out of ya.

But those are the same words he used.

- Huh.
- Here it is.

Butter cookies so hot
you don't dare touch,

and a cup of good Jasmine tea.

Just the thing for a couple
of kids that are hard at work.

- Snooping, huh?

- It's a wonderful idea. Thank you, mama.

- Can't I have a glance at a page or two

of your latest book?

- The cookies are terrific, ma,

but you better not.

It's not stuff you should be looking at.

- It might shock you.
- Hey, come on.

Do you know who you're talking to?

I've had two husbands
and a child with each.

I doubt if there's
anything left in the world

that can shock me.

And at my age, boy.

- I gave up noticing faces.

I'd take a guess that
kid got in after hours.

Earlier than lock up, though.

- Too bad.

- Keep yourself available.
- Will do.

- Hot and waiting for ya.

- You told them to go
heavy on the ketchup?

- What else?
- Good man.

Morning.

- Hello, Barlow.

- A pretty messy show, hmm?

Would you like a bite?

- Could you tell me exactly
what happened in here?

- Glad to. There's a lot of blood around,

'cause they cut off the guy's dong.

I mean, his penis. His male organ.

His member, you know?

Including balls. Testicles, uh, testicles.

- What's that?

- Uh, inspector?

-Hmm?

- There's a powder room there.

Hmm.

Even if they got balls, like Gina Fowler,

the girls don't stop being girls.

Oh, no!

Anything wrong in there?

Inspector?

Inspector?

- Stop it, now.

- Anything wrong?
- Not at all.

Just a touch of stomach qu.

Got no ideas yet, Barlow, do you?

- Let me tell you, it's got me down.

"Castrated
corpse found in motel."

- My god.

- Well?
- You know I didn't do it.

You know that, frank.

- Of course I do. Come here.

It must've been a thief who broke in.

- If I just stayed on a
little longer, who knows?

He might've killed me, too.

I don't want to go to
those places anymore.

- Sweetheart, you better carry a handgun.

The coincidence of that murder is

too damn important now for my book.

- Are you sure this is
where you wanted to get out?

- Yes, I'm sure. Of course.

-Mmm.

- There you go.
- Thanks.

Have a nice night.

- I know you're there!

I'm not afraid, but you are!

You can't go on killing anymore!

No. No.

Please.

Why did you... pick me?

Oh god, why me?

No.

No.

No.

No, please.

No!

- Gina! Darling, it's all right.

- Oh!
- It was a nightmare.

- Oh, it was frightening!

- I'll make you a chamomile tea. Okay?

- Don't go, stay here.

- If you just can't get back to sleep,

no way I'm going to sleep either.

I'm on duty tomorrow at seven.

- I don't wanna go back to sleep.

I know I'll have another nightmare.

- Then I'll get you a
sleeping pill, inspector.

- I don't want one!

Come here.

I want to... I want to
tell you a little secret.

- What kind of secret?

I'm just mad for people's secrets.

- It's... it's something

that I've been keeping
inside me for years,

but... but now with these scissors crimes,

it's all coming out again.

- Let's hear it.

- Promise me that you won't tell anyone.

- Mmm, I promise.

- It... it happened

a very long time ago.

When I was a child.

- Deborah!

Darling!

Deborah.

- What made you write all those things?

You must know that they're totally untrue.

So why did you do it?

- I didn't kill him.
- Deborah, you're dumb,

but I love you.

It's a twist that's important to the plot.

I couldn't just start writing about

a second killer out of nowhere.

- It's the only possible thing.

I want you to understand that the murder,

the killing, could have been
done only by another person,

but you think I'm the killer, don't you?

I can read it in your eyes.

It's more than... it's
more than I can take.

Why would somebody wanna do this to me?

- I don't know,

but I do know that black angel
is going to sell millions.

- You wanna get me to
believe that I'm a murderer.

- Oh!
- Oh, oh, frank!

Frank, darling! Oh, I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

- I love you.

And I'm as excited as all hell.

You bastard.

- Hey, what's with the shoving?

- Come on.
- What's with the pushing?

What's with you two guys?

- You two nuts.
- Watch out!

- What, are you guys trying to make

- a sandwich out of me?
- Shut up.

- Look, I don't need you to break it.

- Yeah, move it.
- And I don't want...

- Hurry up, come on!
- I told her!

Will you lay off? For christsake.

- Come on.
- I promise ya,

next year you can both be starting tackles

- on the junior varsity team.
- Shut up, hurry up.

- Oh, yeah?
- Satisfied?

Look, I got a nervous stomach.

I might barf all over ya.

Good morning, inspector.

Good morning, inspector.

- Inspector.
- No, no.

- Just for a minute, please?
- I'm sorry.

- It's terribly important. Inspector!

- Honest to god, officer.
- I didn't steal that bike.

Good morning, inspector.

- Good morning, inspector.
- Good morning, inspector.

- Hi, Maury and Joe.

- Good morning, inspector.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, handsome.

- How could you possibly
do what you've done?

- It's not my fault if your mother

finished off your father's sex life

with a pair of scissors.

Just jealousy.

It might justify your repulsion from men,

but it's not my fault.

- It was a secret and you know it.

- Oh, don't make such
heavy weather about it.

You're a someone, now. Hmm?

Would you like me to read it to you?

"Gina Fowler, 38, university
graduate, by all odds,

the most attractive of the
city's police inspectors,

has a skeleton in her closet.

The crime in her family's
past resembles the case

she's currently working on,

the murders at the motel."

- All right, why did you do it?

- For two good reasons.

First, because this little paper paid me

really very nicely for the news.

- It was a secret.

- You already said that.

And the second reason is

that you're too emotionally
involved to handle this case.

I hope they take it away
from you and give it to me.

Twenty days ago, you did appoint me

as your assistant, after all.

- I always thought that girls
had better souls than men.

- These are typical
lesbian thoughts, my dear.

- The boss wants to see ya.

Uh... inspector?

Inspector? The boss wants ya.

- Me?
- Yeah, you.

The boss is waiting for you in his office.

- Good luck, inspector.

-Mmm.

- Yeah, precinct?
- I'd like to speak

with inspector Fowler, please.

- Inspector Fowler? Hold
on minute, could you?

- Yes? A call for inspector Fowler.

Patch it on through.

Hello? Inspector Fowler talking here.

- Who is this?
- Is this inspector Fowler

in person?

- Of course it is.

Who is this?

- I want us to meet.
- I have lots to tell you.

- Has it something to do
with the scissors crimes?

- Those and others. Do
you understand me, Gina?

- Okay. Let's meet each other.

Where and when?

Just sign here.

-Mmmhmm.

- All done?
- Hold on.

- Here you go.
- Thank you, sir.

What's the matter?

You've been crying.

- It's the big onion on the board.

Say, what... what's that package?

- It just came.

For miss Deborah.

How much time is there left before dinner?

- How much do you need, dear?

- I imagine it'll
probably be a half an hour

while I fulfill my husbandly duties.

Would that be convenient for you?

- All I have to do is
turn the fire down low.

- The case has been taken out of my hands.

For the moment, it's all yours.

You'll have as your assistant

second grade detective borden.

- I can hardly wait.

Not a clue. Nothing.

Well, do you have any
advice you can give me?

- I would guess the motive
is just lust, Barlow,

but the killer's a person
who's suffering a lot

and you have to know what
suffering is like in the mind.

- I'm not getting you.

- When I enrolled in the police force,

I did it because I wanted to
wash away the stench of a sin

that had been a weight on my family.

It's all yours.

Now I'm not so sure I did the right thing.

Good luck.

- Put it on.

- You... you haven't gone
out of your mind, have you?

- What's that supposed to mean?

Oh my god, Deborah.

You're so beautiful.

Pose for me.

Turn around.

Show off your body. Be proud of it.

Excite me. Oh, god.

Now, sit down.

Put on the slip.

You're driving me crazy, Deborah.

You're all the women I ever desired.

All the women I ever
dreamt about, wrote about.

- Mmm, mmm.

I'll try out something new.

- Yes, anything.
- Mmm.

- Show me.

-Mmm.

- Do you like this view?
- Yes.

Now, pull the straps
up over your shoulders.

Now the other one.

Walk over this way.

Excite me.

You're the black angel.

You're like my new heroine.

- I'm not your new heroine!

I'm not the black angel!

- Deborah!

Deborah, darling.

I know you're not.

- Then why did you say it?

Why do you always keep
thinking of me that way?

Oh, oh, why, frank?

- I don't, really.

You are what you are. Hot.

Tender. Sensual.

And you live by your passions.

Just like the girl in my book.

Now you have to do it one more time,

to show me who you really are.

I've already written where
and how it has to happen.

- You understand?
- No, please.

- Do it for me.

Show me, show me that
you're not the black angel.

Do it for me, darling.

I want to know who you
are and what you are.

I'm just what you know.

I'm just me.

And I love you.

- Supper's on.

Supper is now going to be a bit late.

Yes?

I just... have to see you.

It's very important. Don't say no.

- Listen, tomboy.

I'm in a hurry. I've gotta rush.

- Darling, come back to me.

- In life, you can't help
making mistakes all the time,

but never again such a
horrible mistake as you.

- Not too bad as a put down.

-Hmm.

- Lacks class and wit,
but what can you expect?

My substitute is a fool.

- He's about six feet and
has all the little goodies

you could expect.

Everything you don't have.

- Both inches of it,
huh? How nice for you.

You slut!

- And don't come back.

- Come back, huh? You bitch!

Not if you got down on your knees.

- You filthy old bull dyke!

- You filthy...

I made you love.

- Oh, go to hell!

Liar.

Liar!

- Where are you?

Where are you?

I'm right here.

- According to the highway department,

work on interstate 306
after several delays

will be completed toward
the end of this month.

Now for the local news.

The so-called scissor murders
are about to be solved,

according to detectives.

Inspector Gina Fowler is high on the list

of suspects now.

The dead body of the agnese borden,

the girl the inspector lived with,

was found last night in the
forest, horribly mutilated.

The police have unearthed
a macabre episode,

one that goes all the way back

to the inspector's
childhood in a country town.

- Over there.

- I'm going.

- There's an apb out on you.

- Sure, for the next two days only.

If your mouth stays closed, you get credit

for solving the scissors murders.

It won't hurt your career.

- Yeah, 24 hours, though. Go fast.

- Thanks.

Oh, I forgot my key! Thanks a lot!

- Hey, who's she?

- You don't know her?
- Never saw her before.

- She looks like she
could use a long vacation.

On the funny farm.

- Yeah, follow me. Follow me.

Tonight I take off your mask, you bastard.

I'll get you.

- Here comes the coffee.

How did my baby ever find her old mother?

That handsome boy is your little brother.

Only now he's 30.

He's a well-known writer.

You might even know who he is.

Frank j. Veronese.

- I've heard about him.

The minute I joined the police,

I... I did everything I
could to get a lead on you,

but only when I actually
managed to find you

did I hear about frank, too.

- When I got out of that
horrible place, I tried, darling,

but then everyone told me

that you should stay with
your adoptive famin.

That's what was right.

But I've seen you, darling.

You're always on the TV shows.

I simply must go now.

We have to move. Come on.

We're terribly late already.

Come on, Gina. We have to leave.

- Leave for what?

- By chance, I looked at a little

of your brother's new book earlier.

He's sending Deborah, his
wife, out into the night again.

Tomorrow, she'll report on it.

It can only lead to evil,
to things that are bad,

to filth and to murder.

- Mama, what are you saying?

- I must move, I must.

It may be too late. We
must protect Deborah.

Defend her.

I know the place that she
goes to all the time alone.

A terrible place.

The freak boys town.

- Oh yes yes, I know it.

It's just outside the city.

- Now, let's go there.
- Please, immediately.

We mustn't waste any more time.

Hurry, darling, hurry!

- Yes, mama. We'll go immediately.

Okay, who's it?

Whoo-hoo!

- Hey, eat your heart out.

I'm out of here!

Come over here, honey!

Hey, what's the boxer doing?

- It will cost you 40.

And I only do it with my glove, okay?

- Don't waste time.

- You're pretty.
- Thanks.

- Where are we going?
- To a nice, quiet place.

Turn right up ahead.

- I have to... I absolutely have
to make a phone call, mama.

I need to talk to
headquarters, that's all.

Tell them I'll be getting
in a little late tonight.

That way, we can find Deborah
and do something about it.

- You're a very special girl.

- Mmm.
- Long as you're there,

bring me a coffee.

Would you please? Black, no sugar.

- Sure, mama.

- Hello.
- Hi, I need to use

your phone, it's urgent.

Then could you get me a coffee to go?

- Right away.

- Yeah. It's more than bad.

No, no, she was not cured.

She's in terrible shape.

Yes, I guess so.

All right. We'll be there
in half an hour, tops.

Police? I need to talk
to lieutenant marlowe.

Very urgent. Inspector Gina Fowler.

Oh, please. Come on.

Give me the number, will you?

- Shame on them. Degradation.

My son. He cares what happens
to others besides him.

So he needs protection.

He needs to be protected from them.

You mean the freak boys home?

That back alley, whatever it's called?

- Yes.

I know just where it is, lieutenant.

And I know who the killer is, too.

- How about I come get ya?

- Fine, I'm in the little
bar at Craig and second.

- Be there in two minutes.

- Hey, who's that?

Hey lady, eat your heart out.

- Hey, baby, let's go.

- Hi, granny. I got 12
inches of heaven here for ya.

- Take care, little child.

You know what could happen
to those 12 or so inches

you're so happy about?

Do you know what heaven is?

Hell is heaven.

Hell is heaven!

- Who's there?

I'm not afraid of you.

Come on out of hiding.

What do you want from me?

Frank, oh no.

- Don't look at me like that.

I'm not exactly the killer, you know.

I followed you because I
thought you might be in danger.

I was worried about you.

- And what about your legs?

- Huh, they're whole.

A bad joke, if you like,

but I had writer's
block and I couldn't put

two words together down on paper.

So I thought it over and
came to the conclusion

that it might be interesting if I, uh...

I pretended to be paralyzed, you know?

A man psychologically blocked
and physically paralyzed,

but planning eight new stories,

and the use of my legs
would get better and better

with each successful book.

- A miracle.
- Oh.

- A miracle and a bestseller.

- Your next bestseller!

That's all you can think of, isn't it?

- Oh!
- I want you!

- I want you here and now!

- No! Stop!

Oh, let me go!

I'm sick to death of your goddamn love.

I've catered for you and provided you

the psychological stimulus.

- You're a sick one.

You're a nymphomaniac.

Yeah, and that's what I'm loving you for.

Yeah, it's the reason I married you.

That's why!

You're the one who needs me!

Yeah, we're gonna do it here and now.

Right where you did it with that kid.

And then I'm gonna round
up a bunch of guys,

and you're gonna do it with
all of them while I watch!

You're gonna do it and love it!

Frank, no.

Frank.

Anyway, my
message is the police officer

who was screwing Mrs. Veronese

is the one who's disappeared,
according to your report.

Curious, don't you think?

I'm convinced it is. I'd
be glad to talk to you.

- Mmm, hi.

- Thank you.
- Pleasure.

After all the terrible
things that have happened,

I don't understand why you
wanna go on living here.

- I was just happy with
frank here. It's home.

- It's just that there
are memories all around,

but they might be useful in their way.

They may help to heal you quicker.

- There's nothing I
have to get healed from.

- Now, look.

Darling, you had six months
away in that sanatorium.

Six months when you were
anything but lively.

You loved frank very much, didn't you?

You were happy, too.

- I loved him more than you know.

- I must tell you, frank was my brother.

My half-brother.

Martha had him with her
second husband, Joe.

Your brother?

- Oh, that book of his that just hit

the stands posthumously, the black angel,

I read it.

I guess it'll hit the top
of the public sales charts,

but I have to tell you, it
was absolutely horrendous.

Does it bother you that I say that?

- That girl is only a fictional character.

And a damn
good tooth, that thing,

because she's a big schizophrenic.

Nobody is that bad,
except maybe my mother.

That's what happens when
someone can concentrate

only on sex, you know?

- What do you mean? Why?

- Because she never understood about it.

-Mmm.

- Well, now you're the
only relative I've got.

Just be sure you look after yourself.

Hey, I'll come by tomorrow.

-Mmm.

Mmm.