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(suspenseful orchestral music)

(crying)

Poor baby.

Baby.

(screaming)

(screams echoing)

Anyone for popcorn?

(laughing)

Oh, it's you.

Ha ha, I dropped my popcorn.

Oh, well you never know when
a girl has to protect herself.

(laughing)

Well, okay, boys and girls.

It's time,

it's time for some scenes
from some midnight stories

that will leave you
on a roller coaster,

that will leave you
scared for life.

90 minutes of terror and fun

with plenty of gore,
screams, and mmm,

a little nudity for you boys.

(laughing)

So, sit back and enjoy
grindhouse double bill.

Two stories.

We have Manhunt,

the story of a
playboy stockbroker

that's, he's been a naughty boy.

Bam bam.

And he kidnapped and drugged,

being abducted in a
tunnel of man-eating rats

and oh, I hate rats.

So, sit back and enjoy
the flash and the blast

of a grindhouse movie story.

(projector running)

(thunder crashing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(clock ticking)

(yawning)

What the fuck has
happened to me?

Who the fuck's done this to me?

I'll fucking kill him.

What is that noise?

It's driving me mad.

Help me.

Someone, please help me.

(phone ringing)

Aw, shit, shit.

You motherfucker.

(groaning)

Help me.

There must be
somebody out there.

Can you hear me?

Please help me.

Huh, what was that?

Ah, I can't see a thing.

Get away from me.

What is it down there?

What's down there?

Help me someone, please help me.

Shit, it's rats.

I hate rats, always have.

The little fuckers.

Ah, Christ, they could me
with little sharp teeth,

pointy teeth,
wanting to kill me.

Get away from me, you bastard.

Get away.

I'll kill the
fucking lot of you.

Help me, someone,
please help me.

(phone ringing)

(groaning)

(screaming)

Don't stop.

Don't stop ringing.

Come on, come on.

Don't.

(grunting)

Come on.

(phone ringing)

(grunting)

Yes.

Hello?

Hello?

[Mr. Friend] Hello, Sam.

Who is this?

[Mr. Friend] You
don't remember me, Sam.

How disappointing.

Know you?

How could I be
expected to know you?

I don't even know where I am,

but I need help.

There's rats down here,
how many I don't know.

[Mr. Friend] Well, I do, Sam.

It's probably thousands,
all wanting something to eat

and once they smell blood,
especially fresh blood,

it'll drive them mad till
they get what they want

and it sounds like you're
on the menu, my boy.

Who are you?

[Mr. Friend] Shall
we say a friend?

A friend you'll need
at the moment, Sam.

Wouldn't you say that was true?

What do you want?

[Mr. Friend] As
I said, friendship.

Don't play games with me.

[Mr. Friend] Games, Sam?

I'm not playing games.

I'm deadly serious.

In fact, I'm so serious, I'm
willing to bet your life on it.

Who are you?

[Mr. Friend] You don't know?

No, no.

I don't know.

[Mr. Friend] How absence
makes the mind forget, Sam.

So, why don't you just
call me, Mr. Friend.

(laughing)

Okay, friend.

So, how you gonna
get me out of this?

[Mr. Friend] I'm not, you are.

Don't you play games
with me, you fucker.

Oh, no.

No.

Shit.

I'll show the fucker
to fuck with me.

Oh, shit.

Can't see a thing.

(phone ringing)

[Mr. Friend] You gonna
listen to me now, Sam

or tell me the
length of your cock,

'cause your time
is ticking away.

Tick tock tick tock.

Okay, just get me out of here.

[Mr. Friend] So,
you want out of there?

Why?

Too dark for you?

There's no light down here

and I can't see a thing.

Hundreds of those rats
could come scurrying back.

Okay, just get me
the fuck out of here.

[Mr. Friend] Now, Sam, behave

or I'll leave you
on your own again.

Understand?

(projector running)

Okay, okay.

Just get me out of here
before the rats come back.

[Mr. Friend] Oh,
they'll come back, Sam,

I promise you, and soon.

What do you mean?

[Mr. Friend] They can
smell blood and in 10 minutes

the area that you're sitting
in will be full of it,

I can assure you of that.

What do you mean, 10 minutes?

[Mr. Friend] Have you
not heard a ticking noise

since you woke up?

Yes.

[Mr. Friend] Well,
look above you, Sam

and see my little
surprise I have for you.

Simple, simple, but effective.

What is it?

[Mr. Friend] Quiet, Sam.

I'm talking.

As soon as the arms on
the clock reach 11:30,

the alarm will go off,

detonating a small
charge inside the box,

which will smash the container,

causing the contents
to pour all over you.

What contents.

[Mr. Friend] Time
is wasting, Sam.

You only have 10 minutes
and then the box explodes.

What's in the box?

Don't tell me it's
rats, you fucker.

[Mr. Friend] Let's just
say a surprise, shall we?

Bastard.

[Mr. Friend] How long do
you think you're gonna stop

your little furry friends
from you eating you, Sam,

with one hand tied to the wall.

(grunting)

Ow.

(projector running)

Right, let's see, you fucker.

I'll get help on my own.

Hello, 911?

I need the police.

It's an emergency.

I'm being held captive
against my will

by some madman who's
trying to kill me.

[Mr. Friend] Aw, Sammy,
don't say things like that.

It will hurt my feelings.

What?

I...

[Mr. Friend] You though
you had dialed the police?

No, Sammy.

All your calls go
directly to me I'm afraid.

Fucker.

[Mr. Friend] Sammy,

language like that
will get you killed.

What do you want from me?

[Mr. Friend] What do I want?

Well, that's simple, Sammy.

Play the game.

Just play the game before
the alarm goes off.

What have I ever done to you?

[Mr. Friend] Just
play the game, Sammy,

before it's too late.

What do you want me to do?

[Mr. Friend] Ha ha, no, Sammy.

What do you want to do?

I don't understand.

[Mr. Friend] Well, do
you want to live or die?

What sort of question is that?

[Mr. Friend] A
reasonable one, Sammy.

A reasonable one.

So, which will it be?

I want to live, of course.

[Mr. Friend] I thought so.

Well, let's start, shall we?

The first thing is that you
need to have a little help.

I can't expect you
to get out of there

without a little
help, can I, Sammy?

Come on, damn you.

The time is ticking.

[Mr. Friend] Okay, Sammy.

Let's begin.

Good, good.

[Mr. Friend] Oh, by the way,
how's that pain in your side?

Is it still hurting?

How did you know about
the pain in my side?

[Mr. Friend]
Pull your shirt up

and use the light from the phone

to see where the
pain is coming from.

What have you done to me?

[Mr. Friend] Do you see a
black shape against a wall?

Yes.

[Mr. Friend] If you
look in your top pocket,

you'll find a razor blade.

Cut the stitches and remove
the key inside your stomach.

Then unlock the box
and something inside

will help you get out of here.

You bastard.

[Mr. Friend] Now now, Sam.

I'm only here to help you.

If you speak to me
like that again,

I won't assist you any more.

Okay.

(grunting)

(screaming)

[Mr. Friend] Well done, Sammy.

By the sound you're letting out,

you must have the key.

Your time will come.

[Mr. Friend] Of
course it will.

Now back to business.

Open the box and let us continue
this little game of ours.

What the hell is this?

[Mr. Friend] You want
out, don't you Sammy?

Well, you now have the means.

How the fuck am I gonna get
out of here with this lot?

[Mr. Friend] Each item will
bring you nearer to freedom

if you decide to use it,

but if you use it wrongly,
then death is your only option.

This won't fucking cut butter.

[Mr. Friend] Maybe not,

but it will cut through
flesh and bone if you try it.

Are you fucking mad?

You want me to cut off my hand?

[Mr. Friend] What
choice do you have, Sammy?

Either you cut your hand off
and stand a chance to live

or you decide against it

and the rats will
have you for dinner,

especially when
the box explodes.

What's in the box?

[Mr. Friend] Time
is wasting, Sammy.

Tick tock, tick tock.

Have you ever seen a corpse
stripped of its flesh, Sammy,

when it's still alive?

No rat is going to care
if you're dead or not,

in fact they might prefer
it if you were alive.

(laughing)

Go fuck yourself, you freak.

[Mr. Friend] Your time
is running out, Sammy,

but what do I care?

I win this game either way.

Why me?

Why the fuck did you choose me?

[Mr. Friend] Oh, I'll
tell when I'm ready.

I'll tell you when
I'm ready to, Sammy.

There's no point, Sammy.

It won't break.

Your only option is
to cut your hand off

then seal the wound
with a portable welder.

Go fuck yourself.

[Mr. Friend] It
won't hurt, Sammy.

Not if you do it right.

Oh yeah?

Well, you do it then.

(laughing)

[Mr. Friend] I'm glad you
haven't lost your sense of humor

in these difficult times.

Why do you think I packed
the syringes for you?

For in each one, is a
powerful pain killer

that will kill the pain, but
it will take three minutes

to take effect and you've
only got five minutes left.

So, what will it be, Sammy?

Live, but without your left hand

or be eaten alive by your
little furry friends?

You're sick, you know that?

You're sick, you bastard.

[Mr. Friend] Tick tock, Sammy.

Tick tock, tick tock, Sammy.

Tick tock.

No.

No, I can't.

[Mr. Friend] You've got
less than five minutes, Sammy,

and the pain killer takes
three minutes for it to work.

How long do you think it will
take to saw through your arm?

A minute?

Maybe two?

How good at carpentry
were you at school?

(heavy breathing)

I won't forget you
for this, you fucker.

(grunting)

Your time will come.

[Mr. Friend] Time comes
to all of us, Sammy,

but now you have a problem.

There's three minutes
left on the clock

and you have another two minutes

before the pain
relief takes hold.

What are you going to do?

Cut before the alarm goes off?

Are you strong enough
to take the pain?

Remember, the
longer you leave it,

the less time you have.

Of course, you could wait
till the last minute,

so you only feel
part of the pain,

but then if you're
not quick enough,

the contents from the
box will still cover you.

(laughing)

What a fun game this is.

It's rats in the box.

I know it is, you fucker.

It's rats.

(heavy breathing)

(screaming)

(alarm ringing)

(box exploding)

(groaning)

(laughing)

Bastard.

[Mr. Friend] So, I lied.

(laughing)

(record scratching)

(vintage waltzy music)

(wind blowing)

(eerie music)

(phone ringing)

(grunting)

[Mr. Friend] Good to see

you got through the first
part of the game, Sammy.

Why are you doing this to me?

[Mr. Friend] Have you not
worked it out yet, Sammy?

No.

[Mr. Friend] You will in time,

which is something you
don't have a lot of

at the moment, Sammy.

So, what next?

[Mr. Friend] Well,
if I'm not mistaken,

you only have a matter of
minutes to get away from there

before you furry little
friends pay you a visit,

but don't leave the bag behind.

You'll never know
what you'll need

for the next part of the game.

(laughing)

There, you're seriously
out of luck, you fucker.

There's nothing there.

[Mr. Friend] That's
what you think.

Oh, shit, there's
rats, hundreds of them.

[Mr. Friend] Time to get
out I would say, Sammy.

(intense orchestral music)

(growling)

(coughing)

(water splashing)

(intense orchestral music)

(growling)

You worked it out yet, Sammy,

or are you still
oblivious to the reason

that you're here?

I don't understand.

[Mr. Friend] The
syringe was not only full

of a pain killer, Sammy,

but sodium amytal.

So, every time the pain
becomes too intense for you,

you're also administering
a truth drug as well,

with fantasy side effects.

Why, why are you doing
this to me, you bastard?

[Mr. Friend] Let's
say that within time

you might understand,

but then again, it
might all be too late.

(low ominous music)

(wind blowing)

You better get out of there

before more of your
furry friends come back.

The place must be smelling
like an abattoir by now.

That's what I'm doing.

But why?

[Mr. Friend] Why what, Sammy?

Why are you doing this to me?

Why?

[Mr. Friend] All will
be revealed, Sammy.

All will be revealed.

(water dripping)

(phone ringing)

[Sam] What?

[Mr. Friend] How's
the pain, Sammy?

Had to take another syringe yet?

[Sam] When are you
gonna get me out of here?

[Mr. Friend] You have a few
tasks to achieve yet, Sammy.

[Sam] Don't fuck
with me, you cunt.

[Mr. Friend] What
did I tell you.

You speak to me like that
again and you're on your own.

You understand?

Do you understand?

[Sam] Yeah, okay.

[Mr. Friend] Well,

let's have no more of
these disagreements, Sammy.

There's a game to play.

Anyway, I'm your
friend, remember,

and friends don't
argue, do they?

[Sam] Okay, friend, what
do you want me to do next?

[Mr. Friend]
Now that's better,

nice and respectful.

Real good, in fact.

So, what about another game?

Oh, if we must.

What do you want me to do?

[Mr. Friend] If
you make a bomb,

it should clear the rats
for at least a few minutes.

I don't know how to make a bomb.

[Mr. Friend] It's easy, Sammy.

All you got to do is attach
the sharp edged stone

to the canister, then throw it.

When it lands, the stone
will detonate the gas

inside the can as
it pierces the tin.

Then bang, you can watch
the little bastards

go up in flames.

(screaming)

(bomb exploding)

(eerie music)

(wind blowing)

[Sam] Okay, I'm coming
up an iron staircase.

[Mr. Friend] Well done, Sammy.

You're getting to the surface.

Freedom at last.

[Sam] Yeah, with
no thanks to you.

[Mr. Friend] Now,
Sammy, don't be like that.

You'll be a better man
when this is finished.

[Sam] What, with no hands?

[Mr. Friend] Everybody has
got to sacrifice something

for enlightenment.

Even god gave his
only son, Sammy,

to save the people
of this world.

So, a hand is nothing, is it?

[Sam] We'll see what you're
gonna say when we meet.

(laughing)

[Mr. Friend] You
are witty, Sammy.

What makes you think that
you're ever going to meet me?

[Sam] Because the
world isn't big enough.

(laughing)

[Mr. Friend] Oh,
Sammy, you're funny.

(laughing)

[Sam] Ow.

[Mr. Friend] What's wrong?

[Sam] Just the pain.

[Mr. Friend]
Getting bad, Sammy?

[Sam] I can cope.

[Mr. Friend] Of
course you can.

[Sam] What's that,
feeling pity for me?

[Mr. Friend] Me, Sammy?

No, but I don't want you dead.

Well, not yet.

That ain't gonna happen.

So, why?

So, why me?

[Mr. Friend] Why?

Yes, why me?

Why are you doing this to me?

Did I fuck your wife

'cause you couldn't give her
something that she wanted

like a big fat juicy cock?

(laughing)

Yes, that's it.

I fucked your wife
with my big fat cock,

right into her pink flamingo

and she squawked like
a bird in paradise.

(laughing)

You pathetic bastard.

[Mr. Friend] I'm glad to see
that you can still find the

funny side to life, Sammy.

I don't have much option, do I?

[Mr. Friend] Okay, Sammy.

In front of you,
you'll see a door.

Freedom.

[Mr. Friend] Not
so quick, Sammy.

The game ain't over yet.

Aw, you fucker.

Aw, shit.

Aw, shit, it's rats.

I hate rats.

Aw, fuck, a rat.

Jesus, I hate rats.

What is going on?

Oh, there's more of them.

Shit.

What is happening now?

What?

(rats squeaking)

[Mary] Help me.

Mary?

Sammy, help me.

(gun firing)

(screaming)

(crying)

(phone ringing)

[Mr. Friend] Game over, Sammy.

Why?

Why are you doing this to me?

[Mr. Friend] Why?

You have the audacity
to ask me why?

You remember my son

that you killed like
a thief in the night.

You thought nobody knew.

Well, his wife knew.

Remember her?

You should.

You fucked her enough
before you killed my son.

Now your life is as dead as his.

No.

No.

(low ominous music)

(wind blowing)

(eerie music)

(gun clicking)

No, no.

(crying)

(screaming)

(heavy rock music)

(screaming)

Oh, it's you again.

What did you think of Manhunt?

It's gruesome, isn't it?

Well, that was a warning
for all of you money-men.

The green stuff isn't
just everything.

Sometimes we need a little red.

It helps.

(projector running)

Hello, all my furry friends.

My name is Cyril from
Cyril's Cut and Blow Dye.

Your friendly hairstylist, just
a 112 feet from this cinema

and I would like to make
you the offer of the month

directly from Cyril, that's me.

For only $28.48, I can give
you the back, clack and sack

treatment that everyone
has been talking about.

Why give the lover of your
choice a mouthful of straw

or hair between their teeth,

when you can come to Cyril
and have it all shaved off

for as little as $28.48.

So, have that pinball look
that everyone is talking about.

So, making it easier to slip
in and out of all those tight

little situations.

(laughing)

You know, it's easier at
Cyril's Cut and Blow Dye,

your friendly hair salon.

Hello, my name's
Sharon from Cyril's

and for all you girls out there

with an overgrown bush
that needs pruning,

for only $16.84, I can offer
you the Brazilian look.

So, if you want your bush in
the shape of a heart, a dart,

or even a starting pistol,
Sharon is the girl to do it.

At Cyril's, we're
here to please,

and at $16.84, give the
partner of your choice

the look he desires.

[Both] So, come to Cyril's

and get your hairstyles at
Cyril's Cut and Blow Dye,

your friendly hairstylist just
112 feet from this cinema.

Hair removal is also our
specialty at Cyril's.

(projector running)

(bird cooing)

(thunder crashing)

(dog barking)

(man screaming)

(growling)

(woman screaming)

(gun firing)

[Man] Buy Scream magazine.

Blood, guts, gore,
and a lot more.

(religious music)

♪ Jesus. ♪

Hello, it's me, Jesus from
Gates of Heaven Pizzeria

and I wanna make you
an awesome offer.

Yes, for only $11.98,
you can receive

our double-topped
whopper plus extras.

That's double-toppings
in red wine,

blessed by the man himself

together with a
free Coke or shake,

depending on your taste.

So, forget about the other
choices on the high street

and go for the one true pizza

and choose Gates
of Heaven Pizzeria

to make all your
dreams come true.

Now you know what it's
like to be blessed.

♪ Jesus ♪

(upbeat piano music)

(funky music)

(gun firing)

[Narrator] First, there
was Reservoir Puppies,

then came Cracky Brown,

followed by Inglorious
Bar Stewards,

Kill Phil, and Django
Where's my Toilet Chain.

Then The Dreadful 18 popped up.

Now, Quintin Tarroteno
brings you Michael Madsen

in his first musical.

(rock musical music)

♪ Got the feel of the flow ♪

♪ They tell me people really ♪

♪ I don't wanna go home ♪

Pulp Faction.

Together with an all-star cast,

they are the
roughest, smoothest,

soft-shoe shuffle gangsters
you will ever see.

(phone ringing)

Not only can they take
a bullet to the head,

they can salsa like
a hot tub of Tabasco.

Watch all your favorite
gangsters dance the night away

as the story unfolds.

How a young boy from the
wrong side of the street

wants to be a ballet dancer,

but his father won't let him.

Born into a mafia crime family,

the boy must learn to
kill like his father

instead of doing the
Lombarda, the sprinkler,

the microwave, and the windmill.

With these moves,
it's on to Broadway,

but he is pulled back out
again and dragged head first

into the sinister
world of crime.

Only one man can help
him, mafia assassin,

Pork-Pie Henderson,
played by Michael Madsen.

Consider it done.

(tongue clicking)

As the head of Murder
Not Incorporated As Yet.

Can he really help the boy?

Will his secret be unmasked?

Will the underworld
find out that Pork Pie

is really a
dance-loving vegetarian,

who was once one of
the Dreamboy Strippers,

with a rosy tattoo
branded on his butt.

Find out this and
more when you watch

Quintin Tarroteno's
Pulp Faction.

Coming soon to a cinema
near you, hopefully.

(speaking foreign language)

(machine guns firing)

(heavy rock music)

(crowd cheering)

(machine guns firing)

♪ My choice ♪

♪ Put me down on knees ♪

♪ Seems hard to just
to say you're right ♪

(speaking foreign language)

♪ You know it's a funny time ♪

(crowd cheering)

(machine guns firing)

♪ I was reading that
there is no god ♪

♪ I was hoping for
a painless death ♪

♪ I hope it keeps
you up at night ♪

(bomb exploding)

(crowd cheering)

[Announcer] Okay, folks.

Here he is, acclaimed screen-god

and hunk, Robin Askwith,

star of Canterbury Tales,
The Flesh and Blood Show,

Cool It Carol,

Horror Hospital,

Let's Get Laid,

Tower of Evil,

and not forgetting
the one-time classic

of the silver screen,

Confessions of a Window Cleaner.

In this tale of mayhem,

murder and plenty of action,

it's smashing,
it's head-turning.

That's right.

The king is back.

And baby, he's taking
care of business

in Bulletproof Elvis.

That's right.

Robin Askwith is Elvis Presley

and he's ready to shoot
the bad guys down.

(car engines revving)

(flamenco guitar music)

(guns firing)

(screaming)

[Man] You killed my
brother, you motherfucker.

(guns firing)

(heavy punching)

You can't hurt me as
much as you think.

Fucking keep that.

(gun firing)

Where is that motherfucker?

(laughing)

We'll see.

(gun firing)

(laughing)

See you.

You fucker.

(screaming)

(bomb exploding)

[Narrator] From out
of the woods, they came,

a family of
fun-loving cannibals.

They were The Texas
Chainsaw Hillbillies,

a meat-eating clan that
liked to sing and dance.

Watch this family go
through a whole town

of good old boys and chew
on each and every body part

they can get their hands on.

You're perfect.

[Narrator] From Chef Mario,
the fun-loving opera cannibal,

you also have Bubba Big-Tongue,

(gun firing)

the roly-poly sheriff who
likes to dance with his victims

before he has them for dinner.

Then you have Little Joe,

who likes to wear clown masks
while he tortures his victims.

He's a slice and dice man.

Then, of course, you have
Albert, The Arranger.

He gets all the victims
to visit Terror Town

and Wrinkleville.

He's the brains behind
this horrible conspiracy,

but I am sure you will like him.

If you like the taste of
spare ribs with your movie,

this is the film for you.

Yes, it's The Texas
Chainsaw Hillbillies

and it's coming to a cinema
near you for Thanksgiving day.

(projector running)

Romeo, oh Romeo, where
art though, Romeo?

Oh, there you are again.

Okay, well now we have
a real grindhouse film

for all you lovers
of sisterly pals.

Think, oh, Thelma and Louise.

The story consists of a
stripper, a nun, a mayor,

and a sheriff, who
has something harder

than the star on his chest.

(dance-y rock music)

(gun clicking and firing)

Wow, wow, doesn't that
dancer dance good?

She uses that pole well.

You know, I would too
if I was a stripper.

I would use that pole real well.

Right, bitch,

what you can you tell
me about these killings?

I was at the chapel,
helping the um, congregation

take their vows when I
got that telephone call

from my sister.

She wanted to leave her husband,

but needed to
speak to him first.

(sensual music)

[Woman] Patsy, you have
a call from your sister.

Would you like me to take
over while you answer it?

[Patsy] Yeah, thanks.

Yo, all these girls went
to the Royal Academy.

The Royal Academy of what?

(laughing)

Buy some fucking
tissues, will you?

Lola, is that you?

So, what did she have to say?

That she'd gone to his place
of work, but he wasn't there.

Did she speak to anyone?

Oh, yeah, a friend of hers.

[Man] You got a name?

No.

Now, here comes a real
slapper, no flapper, flapper.

(funky music)

[Man] Hey, gorgeous.

Hey.

Hi, stranger.

I thought you were gonna be out
of town for a few more days.

What?

What, when, girl?

Spending money?

It happens.

Well, maybe you should
take me along next time

and we'll see how
bored I can get.

Maybe I will.

You got a cigarette
on you, baby?

Sure.

I'm gasping for
smoke, thank you.

So, listen, tell
me all about it.

What did you get?

What did you spend
daddy's money on, baby?

Nothing.

Nothing?

What do you mean, nothing?

Nothing at all.

Aw.

Thanks.

However, you got take out
whatever offer there is.

You're not getting any younger,

winter's coming, so
you better rub up warm

with those diamonds
and furs, baby.

Well, maybe I'll take
you along next time.

Fucking right you should, baby.

Thelma and Louise with money.

What do you say?

Yay.

[Both] Whoo!

Here we come.

(laughing)

I can just see it.

Have you seen Snakelips?

Isn't he out there somewhere?

Haven't seen him.

Baby doll, I don't know.

I mean, what do I know?

I've got to go.

I really need to speak to him.

You take care.

You take care, but just
remember one thing,

you've had your sugar
daddy for two years now.

I need my sugar daddy
now before it's too late.

I wanna have a lot of money

before my pussy rots dry
and I get old and haggard.

And you know what, I
still do a pretty good

rough and tough
backward flip, don't I?

She sure does.

I can vouch for that.

You see?

You can have Roy if you like.

Oh, sorry, I forgot.

You already have.

Darling, your husband
has been with everybody

from time to time.

You're just the last one
to queue, let's face it.

(laughing)

So he says.

Baby, he doesn't
fuck around anymore.

His cock is all for you, baby.

I wouldn't bet on it, Angie.

Listen,

it's respect.

It's called respect, it is

and don't you ever
forget it, baby.

So,

what happened next?

(car engine revving)

Wow, there's a guy
with a ten-gallon hat,

with a two-pint head.

Let's go and get them, Lola.

Mighty fine horse and
carriage you got here,

little lady.

[Lola] Well, thank you.

What can I do you for?

I thought I'd drop by and
check out some of this famous

western hospitality
I've been hearing about.

You came to the right place,
ma'am, the right place.

Actually, I need my car fixed.

What's up with it?

[Lola] Lost its fan belt.

But it's still
running, how come?

Well, luckily for me,
I carry a repair kit.

Lemus is your man.

He can fix anything
with a motor.

[Lola] So, where
do I find him?

Just got himself shot,

but luckily it was with
blanks and not real bullets.

Otherwise, you'd be a
resident instead of a visitor.

Shame.

Never did have any luck.

You park up around the corner.

I'll get Lemus come see you
as soon as he's finished

shooting up the town.

So, cowboy, is there
anywhere for me to stay?

Hotel, down at the
end of the street.

Got a coach-load of
tourists for the festival,

but there's always
room for one more.

It's been an experience.

Happy one, I hope.

One I'll be talking about
for a long long time.

Nice to hear, ma'am.

(gun clicking and firing)

So, why did she kill the cowboy?

She wanted to kill him
before he killed her first.

Then what happened?

Everything went dark
and when she woke up,

she found herself in jail.

(funky music)

Deputy, hey, deputy.

What do you want?

I wanna get out of here.

I bet you do.

I can be very grateful.

Now here comes a sheriff

that really wants
to be a pirate.

Remind you of anyone, Lola?

[Sheriff] How grateful?

Open the cell and I'll show you.

[Sheriff] Oh no, what
do you take me for,

some kind of idiot?

No way, sister.

Then how about something else?

What?

Okay.

Well, how about it, big boy?

You can do that from in there?

[Lola] Put your cock
through the bars, big boy,

and I'll suck you dry.

[Sheriff] Oh yeah,
baby, give it to me.

(grunting)

Go, girl.

You really pulled that one.

So, she has very sharp nails

and the will to live, and
the odds are against her.

But what I need to know is

where is she hiding, sister?

The only thing I know is
that she went after him.

That was the last
word she said to me.

Where?

I wish I knew.

Now, back to Las Vegas.

(funk music)

(rapid high pitched speaking)

That girl might not
have any brains,

but she sure has a nice car.

But didn't you go after her?

What could I do, inspector,

a defenseless woman of god.

(car beeping)

(engine revving)

(upbeat dance-y rock music)

Here comes that
ass-kicking sequence.

Hey, here.

Keep your eyes peeled, boys.

The bitch is supposed
to be on her way.

I want her dead,
her legs spread,

and her pussy burnt.

Do it.

[Group] Yeah.

(upbeat funk music)

I arrived on the evening

before the big boys race.

Shame I was about to crash
and burn all their dreams.

(chainsaw revving)

Okay, boys, the bitch
with a habit has arrived

and I'm gonna kick your ass.

(funk music)

(yelling and grunting)

(heavy kicking and punching)

(heavy kicking and punching)

(yelling and grunting)

(funk music)

okay, so I was captured.

Doesn't mean I was dead.

That bastard had me tied up
like a chicken ready to hatch,

but that's cops for you,

big ideas and small dicks.

Yeah, it's time for daddy to
exercise his rubber trunction

on your pink flamingo.

I wonder if that mayor is
coming back for election.

What do you think?

I see your seduction moves
still haven't changed, Roy.

Ah, scared my cock might be
too big for you, little girl?

Don't worry, I can get a
tire horn to widen the flaps.

(laughing)

Lola told me she needed
a pair of tweezers

just to give you a handjob, Roy.

I gave her what she needed.

Oh, yeah.

Just 'cause you
have a big wallet

doesn't mean you
have a big pecker.

Face it, your cock
isn't big enough

for us McClarons, baby.

I gave her what she
needed, I told you.

Oh, yeah, money.

(funk music)

Well, your sister doesn't

have to worry about
my cock anymore.

In fact, she doesn't have to
worry about anything anymore.

That's it, boss.

Here.

Now it is.

And I've seen to
the alimony as well.

(growling)

And now, it's time to taste
that sweet bird of paradise

and you're gonna like it.

I don't think I'll
even notice it.

(projector running)

Now, back to the scrapyard.

You sure about that, boss?

That girl's a nun.

I'm an atheist.

So, you killed all of Roy's men.

You've got some good moves.

Not expected from a nun, sister.

We're a pretty tight order.

So, are you a real nun?

Why don't you come
over here, cowboy,

and let me give you a blessing.

[Sheriff] I'll bet you will.

What do you want?

A taste, like your boss?

Come over here and taste some
honey from a pink flamingo

or are you scared you'll
get stung by a queen bee?

Nah, I don't think so.

Why, you have nothing
in between your pants,

just like that wrinkled
up old loan shark.

No, it's all here.

It is?

All 12 inches of it, baby.

You sure you're not
talking centimeters

after Lola got hold of you?

(dance-y rock music)

(grunting)

Looks like the sheriff
has more to hide

than he's saying.

(heavy punching)

(grunting)

(funk music)

So, what you're telling me is

you discovered the whereabouts
of your sister's husband,

hid, and waited for
the police to arrive.

That's about it, inspector.

[Sheriff] Well, what
are you gonna do with her?

[Roy] Dig another hole,

so she can be by her sister.

[Sheriff] Good,
bitch deserves it.

[Nun] What do you want?

I've come to help you.

It was nothing to do with me.

I liked your sister.

She was a good girl.

But you didn't stop
him killing her.

I couldn't.

Where's Roy?

In the car.

And the deputy?

Out getting the car ready
for the race tonight.

(low rumbling)

Now, it's time for revenge.

No.

(gun firing)

(engine revving)

(gun firing)

Go, baby, go.

What a car chase.

(fast percussive rock music)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

She can not only shoot,
but she can drive as well?

(screaming)

(engine revving)

That's it.

She got him.

(funk music)

(gun clicking and firing)

If you weren't a nun, I
don't think I'd believe you.

Well, maybe you shouldn't.

What are you doing?

Think I didn't know that
you and Roy work as a team?

(slow heavy rock music)

(gun clicking)

The detective was on
the mayor's payroll.

I bet you didn't
see that coming.

No!

(gun firing)

Now, that is what
I call grindhouse.

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