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Paul
came home from the war

with a fire in his head and
a dishonorable discharge

under his belt for an
incident involving a shooting.

The incident was, of
course, mysterious.

The nightmares that
followed him home

were as disturbing as
they were persistent.

Naturally, and like
so many of his ilk,

Paul was driven to the bottle
to help douse the fireworks

between his ears.

Unfortunately, it
didn't work so well.

And before long he found
himself broken, homeless,

and without prospects.

Fortunately, Paul had
a younger sister, Jill,

who generously offered
up her home and sofa

until Paul could
get back on his feet

and regain some respectability.

But her hospitality did not
come without its own set

of rules and regulations.

What'd I tell you?

I let you stay here, but
the one rule was no booze

and no guns.

I can even deal with girls,

except those with booze or guns.

I'll take that.

As strict as
Jill's rules might have seemed,

Paul had little choice and
fewer options but to abide

by the lady of the house
no matter how difficult

she made it to get
by, day by day.

Okay, we're gonna make a
new rule, no smoking inside...

She comforted
him and cared for him,

and then she offered
even more help.

As it turned out,

Jill had recently met a doctor.

She's not a doctor,
she's a therapist.

She specializes in addiction
and this sort of thing.

I thought of you when I
met her, so I got her card.

I'm making you an appointment.

Sometimes
the most friendly voices

say the hardest things to hear.

Hello?

Yeah, Cassie Wright, please.

Hi Paul.

It's really nice to meet you.

I'm Cassie Wright.

Um, just so you know, anything

that we talk about today
- Reluctantly, Paul sat with

- is strictly confidential.
- the very pregnant therapist

and spoke about his problems.

You can talk about
anything you want

from the past,
- He told her

any recent things,
about his drinking, the drugs.

- your relationship
- But he spoke little

with your mother,
of his incident overseas.

your father, your
sister, you know,

tennis teacher,
basketball coach.

Whatever you're
comfortable talking about.

Well, my first piece of advice
would be don't stop drinking

at least not all at once.

That would be a mistake.

I bet you didn't expect
to hear that, huh?

You can't
just quit cold turkey,

as you've discovered,
physically, mentally,

just because of the
void that it leaves.

You have to replace
it with something.

Something has to fill
that need and that time,

something less destructive.

What about sex?

You see, I could prescribe
a slew of medications

and so forth, but it
has been my experience

with most people,
especially men of your age,

that they just need a good lay.

How have things
been in that regard

since you've been back?

The lay regard.

Satisfied, frustrated?

None of the above?

No.

It has been my experience
that a little lay

can solve a lotta big problems.

Well, for the
depression and drinking

I can prescribe Naltrexone,

but you would have to go to
the lab and get blood work done

so we could see where
your liver stands.

Have you ever
thought about fetish?

I only ask because it
seems like you might have

and I do realize that
appearances can be deceiving,

but it's
also been my experience

that they can't
be that deceiving.

I know that in the proverbial
shed there are tools

that may be sharper than
I, but I have been known

to have a keen sense
on this sort of thing.

Of course, maybe you
don't know exactly

what you need just yet.

Maybe you just need an ear
and/or some medication.

But the Denver Fetlife is
nothing to turn your nose up at.

You know, there are these
websites that I've heard of.

Fet-Den-Life is a good
one and DenFet is another

to coordinate meetings
and set up gatherings

and dates and such.

It's not all about sex.

I mean sometimes it's about
submission or domination.

They'll take over a church
and turn the basement

into rows of cages.

No penetration,
strictly role playing.

And if you don't have
toys of your own,

you usually can rent
them right there.

And I know the idea of
renting used sex toys

may be suspect at
best, but I mean,

everything can be
disinfected, right?

As the very
pregnant therapist spoke...

Toilet play, baby cages,
hook suspension, rope bondage.

Paul
couldn't shake the feeling

that he was learning much more
about her than she about him.

There is something
else I've heard about,

something very different.

I'm going to prescribe
you something.

This is something I
only prescribe

to my special cases.

And I think you might
just be that special.

This is my card.

On the back
I'm going to write

an address and a password.

Password?

You give the password to the
doorman when you get there.

This is for tomorrow night.

Take it or leave it, but I
think you really need to get out

and this might
just be the thing.

Do yourself a favor,
show up tomorrow

and let your curiosity
get the best of you.

After serious
consideration of his position

and deliberation of his options,

Paul arrived at a conclusion.

He decided to fill
his prescription.

Rondo?

Gentlemen.

Hello.

Welcome.

Please, join me in the
kitchen area, if you would.

I'm Lurdell.

And it's my pleasure
to introduce Mr. Tim.

It's his party and it's
our job to facilitate

his feelings of enjoyment.

He has commissioned us
for a very specific brand

of good time and it's up to us

to fulfill those expectations.

This is Mrs. Tim.

She is a willing and
able co-conspirator

in the job of work to
which we have been tasked.

Fine?

Okay.

First of all, condoms
will not be encouraged.

Fuckin' A.

What is encouraged is that
your inevitable ejaculation

occur inside Mrs. Tim's person.

Where inside Mrs. Tim's person
is not so much a concern

as that it is inside her person.

And if that's not possible,
for whatever reason,

any exterior orgasms should
be achieved, preferably,

on the exterior of Mrs. Tim.

Or, at the very least,
stay on the plastic.

Stay on the plastic.

Position changes
only when requested.

What?

If you wanna get blow-jobbed,

you must ask Mr.
Tim's permission.

As per Mr. Tim's wishes,
nothing will be left

to Mrs. Tim's discretion.

So feel free to
disregard her requests

and ignore her
wishes altogether.

It's all part of the fun.

Throat fuck?

Yes, but don't just hop up

and straddle her
head out of the blue.

Either wait until
it's requested,

or give a warning of
at least two seconds.

Anal is, of course, wonderful.

Anal is permitted
and encouraged often,

but again, at the
request of Mr. Tim

to whom sequence
is of importance.

And, gentlemen,
please, be gentle.

That is, unless
otherwise instructed

by Mr. Tim or myself.

Spitting on Mrs.
Tim, biting Mrs. Tim,

slapping Mrs. Tim, or
otherwise degrading Mrs. Tim

is perfectly acceptable.

Teeth marks, scratches,
bruises are encouraged,

but not mandatory.

A little blood
never hurt anybody.

But stay on the plastic.

As far as any other toys that
you may have brought with you,

feel free to use them,
but be realistic.

There's only so much Mrs.
Tim can fit inside of her.

She's not an acrobat
or an astronaut.

She's a lady.

And no weird shit.

Okay, you can take her in.

There's one last piece
of business, gentlemen,

and that's confidentiality.

And it's important.

These are strict
confidentiality contracts.

These require your
name, address,

and your signature.

When you finish,
please be good enough

to give your phones to DeShawn.

And then we can get started.

♪ This is your love scene ♪

♪ This is your sound bit ♪

♪ This is nothing ♪

You'll each be
called in one at a time

so as to protect personal space

and observe personal dignity.

♪ This is what you
always wanted ♪

♪ You sent her in ♪

♪ You sent her in ♪

Gregory?

You're up first.

One at a time.

Do you believe this shit?

I'm sick of waiting.

I'd rather go jack off.

♪ I want your fire ♪

♪ I want your ♪

First time?

♪ I want your flower. ♪

Yeah, I can tell.

It must seem weird, right?

It's not.

Lots of guys pay to
watch their wives

get gang banged and shit.

It's awesome.

It seems a little weird, though.

Black guys.

Too many rules and shit.

You know, I feel like
I'm back in school.

♪ This is our bodies ♪

♪ Get down on me ♪

Yes.

♪ Anywhere you want ♪

♪ You touch you free ♪

♪ This is my body ♪

♪ This is your seat ♪

♪ This is your body ♪

A lot of these, uh, big
shit career women wives,

bipolar, you know.

That's why they get
so much work done.

But when they're in
that manic state,

they're all hyper-sexual, too.

You know, they need
like 10 guys at once.

Fucking Mexicans and shit,
fuckin' just love cum.

They need deep-dish anal
like a fish needs water.

First their husbands don't
know what the fuck to do.

It's fuckin' awesome.

You do this a lot?

Yeah.

I answer all kinds of ads.

I got a big dick like my
old man, so, you know,

I'm in demand.

♪ You are the kind I want ♪

I haven't been out
in awhile, though.

Did a chick with
a yeast infection.

I'm, uh, cool now.

It just took forever.

♪ Be over, be over, baby ♪

Can I go in before you?

No way, bro.

♪ Want me over, want
me over, want me over ♪

Want some Ecstasy?

Fuckin' obligatory
for a gig like this.

♪ Let me over, let me
over, let me over ♪

♪ Let me over, let me
over, let me over, baby ♪

♪ From behind, let me over ♪

Alcoholic?

♪ Baby, let me have it ♪

♪ Let me over ♪

No, I'm a fuckin' badass.

♪ Let me over, let me over,
let me over, let me over ♪

I fucked like six
chicks this week.

Only had to pay for two.

Basically, I'm just tryin'
to party as much as possible.

♪ This is what you
always wanted ♪

Next one's up.

♪ You sent for me ♪

♪ This is what ♪
- That's me.

♪ You always wanted ♪

♪ This is what you need ♪

♪ This is what you
always wanted ♪

♪ You set me free ♪

♪ You set me free ♪

♪ This is my mouth kiss ♪

♪ And now I'm free ♪

♪ This tastes like
shoe leather ♪

♪ This is ♪

♪ And now I'm free ♪

♪ This tastes like
shoe leather ♪

Are you ready?

Everything all right?

D!

Hey!

Watch the fuck out, dick!

Go outside, call Tyrus.

Paul told
his sister everything.

He spared no detail.

What's goin' on?

Naturally, for
a man of Paul's credibility,

he was met with skepticism.

You're gonna wind up in the VA

right next to Dad if you
don't pull it together.

If it is true, then you
need to call the police.

Paul did,
indeed, call the police.

All right, sir.

We appreciate your information
and someone will follow up

with you as soon as possible.

Thank you for your
assistance in this matter.

And the therapist.

You've reached
the office of Cassie Wright.

She's currently in an
appointment or unavailable.

If this is an emergency,
please dial the Rose Medical...

Both to no avail.

Although, to Paul's
credit, the officer said

it was the best call they
had received in many weeks.

The body of
an as yet unidentified female

and those of two unidentified
males were discovered

in the early hours of this
morning on the east bank

of the Platte River just
outside of downtown Denver.

Early forensic evidence
indicates that the two males

were engaged in a sexual
assault before the young woman

bravely turned the
tables on her attackers

and attempted to fight back.

- Just listen.
- What...

I think I figured it out.

Paul
explained his new

and exciting theories for Jill.

He broke down the chain
of events, as he saw them,

from back to front.

What else do you remember?

What apartment was it?

12 something.

No, wait.

I remember the number, 1216.

What else?

I remember knives

and tools in the sink.

I mean, for all I know, we were
the third round that night.

And the woman was
drugged from the start.

With what, I don't know.

Probably something
that can't be traced,

but it did the job on her.

So this
all means that...

Just listen.

So it's a rich, older husband

and an attractive,
much younger wife.

She's cheating on him,
getting somewhere else

what she can't get from him.

Only he's sick of it.

But knocking her off isn't
good enough for this guy.

He's humiliated and he's
not pleased about it.

Nothing will be left
to Mrs. Tim's discretion.

So feel free to
disregard her requests

and ignore her
wishes altogether.

It's all part of the fun.

And he wants to see
her fucked by strange men.

Anal is,
of course, wonderful.

Anal is permitted
and encouraged often.

And then
he wants to see

the men who fucked her
killed unpleasantly.

Before he offs her.

Why?

Because he's pissed.

Because it's his thing.

Or he's pissed and
that's his thing.

It doesn't matter.

But Mr. Tim is just a money guy.

He doesn't coordinate
this kind of thing.

So he hires these folks to
put it all together for him.

God knows how, but money has
a way of finding a pocket

no matter what it has
to do to get there.

They wanted as much physical
evidence as possible.

First of all, condoms
will not be encouraged.

Why?

Teeth marks, scratches,
bruises are encouraged

but not mandatory.

So they could just
dump the bodies in the river

and be done with it.

The killers and the killed,

an open and shut
case, neatly wrapped.

This doesn't make any sense.

I'm supposed to be
dead in the river, too.

And I was sent
there by the doctor.

With the address
and the password.

I mean for all I know
she was just plucking

the ideal losers for the task.

People no one would care about.

People with a history.

So now you're saying the
doctor was in on it, too?

What?

You knew the doctor.

You made the appointment
and you sent me to her.

Hello?

Cassie Wright, please.

Wait, wait, wait.

You're losing it.

You're cracking up again.

Check out the
rest of the place.

Okay.

You okay?

God, I hate white people.

You bring the chain?

I'll get it.

Okay.

I should be at home in bed
with my wife watchin' TV.

Instead, here I am
dealin' with this.

I mean, sometimes I just
get so frustrated, you know?

Mmm hmm.

I know I shouldn't
let things get to me.

I know that.

And I'm workin' on it

but it ain't easy.

You're just tryin'
to pursue your goals

in the world of life.

The memory of man runneth
not to the contrary.

Okay?

All right.

One, two, three.

Lurdell, look, he's
still twitchin' around.

Okay.

Good looking girl.

So, two large black males
break into the house.

Kill your brother.

They don't take anything.

The neighbors
don't see anything.

Let's go over this again.

Your brother was chemically
imbalanced and mentally unstable

making prank calls to the
police about sex crimes.

Was he into drugs?

Did he have any new friends?

Someone he might
have given a key to?

Someone he might have
owed something to?

And what about you?

In the end, it is your house
they broke into last night.

Did you have anything
to do with them?

Finance goals?

A good looking girl like you.

Jillian.

How are ya?

So, did they let
me out of the VA?

Close enough.

Yeah, well, sort of.

They came there and they
told me about, you know.

Woulda rather heard
it from you, but...

So I decided to...

You shouldn't call
them or anything.

I'll walk straight back in there

as soon as this
mission is finished.

You look different.

Sound different, too.

Used to be a talker
like your mother.

You got anything to
drink around here?

Vietnam wasn't my war,
it was my paradise.

Where
else was I gonna go?

For an FNG it was a nightmare,
but for a mud roller like me?

It was more home than home
ever was, that's for damn sure.

Next thing I know
I'm back stateside,

with a dishonorable
and empty pockets,

and a permanent bed at the VA.

Jill told
her father everything

that Paul had told her.

That doesn't make a
lick of damn sense to me.

Sure, there
were criminal enterprises,

she explained, that
promised much easier

and more lucrative returns,
but this group of miscreants

were not so much
devoted to the profits

as they were to the process.

They enjoyed their work.

Just tell me where.

Rondo?

Apartment 1216.

And so
they devised a plan.

Jill would confront the
therapist at her office.

Her father would pay a visit
to the scene of the crime.

All right, let's go.

You need Paul's things?

No.

Brought my own gear.

You've
reached the office

of Cassie Wright.

She's currently in an
appointment or unavailable.

If this is an
emergency, please dial

the Rose Medical Center...

You've reached the
office of Cassie Wright.

She's currently in an
appointment or unavailable.

If this is an emergency,

please dial the Rose Medical
Center Emergency Room.

Yes?

Yes?

Oh, yes, sorry, uh...

Yes?

Can I help you?

Come in.

Uh, I'm not sellin'
anything or anything.

I was just, uh,
lookin' for somebody

that I thought
mighta lived here.

Me.

Not you.

You live here.

Yeah, sorry.

No, uh, my daughter,
she, uh, said that...

You're looking
for your daughter?

No, not my daughter.

Uh, someone that she said, uh...

I'm sorry.

I don't understand.

I'm looking for Cassie Wright.

She's a doctor who specializes
in addiction therapy.

Well, you're half
right and half wrong.

I am Cassie Wright and I do
specialize in addiction therapy,

but I'm not a doctor.

I'm an APRN CNS.

You're Cassie Wright?

Then who was the woman
who was using this office?

Well, no one
else uses this office.

This is my office.

Then who was the
woman who I met,

who saw my brother
here last week?

Oh, I see.

Obviously, we have
a misunderstanding.

You see, I was in Chicago
for the last two months

and I haven't been
taking any new patients.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what
else to tell you.

Like I said, I haven't been
taking any new patients,

but I can see, in your case,

it might be necessary
to make an exception.

I'm awful sorry
about this, ma'am.

I guess we musta got our
wires crossed or something.

Oh, okay.

I'm in the wrong
place or something.

Probably.

Maybe, uh, you don't mind,
though, if I just ask you,

I'm sorry, it's just that I
came a long ways and everything.

Uh, I don't know how well
you know your neighbors.

Mmm.

I don't mean to bother you.

I feel real bad about
takin' up your time

in your condition and whatnot,

but, uh, you don't by any
chance know a Mr. Rondo, do ya?

If not, it's okay.

I'll just go, but uh...

No, you know, why don't
you just come in for a minute

and you figure it out.

Oh, no, no, no.

I've taken up enough
of your time already.

No, no, no, come on in.

Just a minute.

Well, uh, uh, maybe
just for a minute then.

Yeah.

Come on.

It's all it's gonna take.

Now, you'll have to forgive me.

I was just on the verge
of falling asleep.

Oh, I'm awful
sorry about that.

Oh, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

It's fine.

I'm always on the
verge of, you know.

You just have to bear with me.

I'm sorry to
bother you like this.

How well do you know the other
folks who live on this floor?

Well, uh, we've been
here a few months,

but we're planning on
moving soon, you know,

to a place with more
space for family.

Hey!

What the fuck!

- Go ahead, grab him, honey.
- Okay, God damn it!

Don't break a
fuckin' hip, honey.

You son of a bitch!

You old fuck.

Communist.

Ah!

Get your hands off me.

That's my
husband, not a communist.

God damn it.

You mother fucker!

Get your hands off me!

Damn it!

Go ahead.

Ow!

God, you crazy bitch!

God damn it!

One minute.

Honey, be a doll and
take the batteries

out of the smoke detectors
and open all the windows.

Yes?

Can I help you?

Rondo.

Okay.

Won't you come in?

Excuse me, ma'am.

Hmm.

See, never know, do you?

That was my thought.

The memory of man runneth
not to the contrary.

Can we talk business now?

Of course.

There's nothing I would
like more in the world

than to talk to
you about business.

After you, Miss.

Jill.

After you, Miss Jill.

So how'd you come
upon our little shop?

The Therapist.

Mmm hmm, I see.

She gave me the
address and the password.

Mmm hmm.

So, what can I do for you?

Miss Jill, I'm afraid
I can't help unless I know...

I understand that you
provide special services.

Services of a unique kind.

It's also my understanding
that these services

come at a premium.

But a premium is what I'm willing
to pay for these services,

these services
being what they are.

Unique.

And what services
can we provide?

Are you looking for
the basic package,

or did you have something
more custom-tailored in mind?

We try to accommodate all needs

and all manner of fulfillment.

What's thought by
some to be strange

or out of the ordinary

makes no difference to us.

Good.

That's what I've been told.

Ordinary is not the
thing that I want.

I want the other thing.

Have you been
checking up on me?

Let's go inside.

Now is the question
of the subject.

You have to tell me who
will be the feature star

of this production?

Is it your boyfriend?

Girlfriend?

Is this for a birthday party?

An anniversary?

So, who will it be?

Me.

Okay.

Why don't you tell me exactly
what you require of us,

if you don't mind?

Yes, I understand you
prefer a detailed breakdown.

Please, don't be shy.

Anal would have to come first,

like a good ice-breaker,

followed by being spanked,
slapped, hit, and hair-pulled.

These can't happen before

because what would I have
done to deserve them?

At some point, I'll
need to be tied up.

I can't tell you the
exact moment except to say

it's when I get excited
about using my hands.

At that turning point, I
should not be allowed to do so

and should be put in
my place accordingly

with not leather or
silk, but twine rope.

Something that burns with
my every move and reminds me

just how badly I've
crossed the line.

In regards to the performers
that you commission,

size is of some importance,

that size being large.

None of this is going
to mean a thing to me

unless I feel I'm being
used by big dicks.

Of course.

At least five,
preferably more.

The thing I have a real
problem with are dead-spots,

those moments of awkward
fumbling confusion

as we move from one
tent-pole event to the next.

I implore you to make
organization priority number one,

because all it takes is one
of these 30-second lapses

to destroy my concentration,
my whole experience,

and make me less inclined
to pay out on the backend.

I'll most likely bring my
own materials and equipment,

which I expect to be used on
me in the prearranged order

and fashion that I instruct,

but also to be returned to me
without being cleaned, washed,

wiped, or anything else
that could prevent me

from reliving the experience
again and again and again.

I like to get my money's worth.

Now, the tricky part

is that I don't want
any of them to cum.

And I don't mean
I don't want them

to cum in me or on me.

I don't want them to cum period.

Part of my satisfaction
involves the knowledge

that I was never able to bring
any of my lovers to orgasm,

or give them any
pleasure, really, at all.

Now, I'm well aware that
this makes it a tough sell

for your employees,
which is another reason

I'm willing to pay what
I'm willing to pay.

And for what I'm willing
to pay, they can go home

and jerk off, counting
their money the whole way

for all I care.

Fine?

On the flip-side, if I
don't cum, all bets are off.

This has happened in the past

where my semi-professional
suitors have simply given up.

For this, you'll keep
your half up front,

but get nothing on the backside.

That's if the
details of my routine

are not followed to a T.

All of what you're saying
sounds perfectly doable.

That's the sister.

Oh, I know.

We were just havin'
a little talk

about what we're gonna
be doin' this evening.

Nettie, call up our peoples.

Tell them we're having a
special little party tonight.

Then lay down the plastic.

This is for you.

Get up.

Come on.

Mmm.

That's so

Hi.

Oh.

Ooh.

You all right, you all right?

Mmm hmm.

What are you
still doin' dressed?

Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Did you?

Sometimes I get mad at
someone for not doing something.

Then I remember, I didn't
tell them to do it.

My fault.

Yeah.

Now get up and strip.

Hmm.

That's right.

All the way down to your undies.

But you can leave those on.

We have a guest or two
that likes a little undies.

JR, I hope you're
payin' attention.

It's not too soon to take
over the family business.

Don't spoil him now.

Keep stripping.

It'll take some
time to work your way up.

Don't just assume that
you can take our spots

that easily, little boy.

First an employee.

Then a client.

Then a performer.

And eventually a CEO.

Ooh

But that won't be for
a long time now, right?

Mmm hmm.

We don't wanna
put any more pressure on him.

No, no, no, no.

We don't want to put any
more pressure on him.

No, no.

And he has to live up to the
standards that his daddy sets.

No, no.

He has to live up to the
standards that his mommy sets.

No, no.

Oh, wow, Mommy.

What's goin' on?

Hmm, something that
could use a little music.

Okay.

Sit yourself.

There we go.

Yo, sweet cakes.

I got sweet cakes.

Fresh off the sweet cakes truck.

Oh yeah, sweet cakes truck.

♪ You knock me right out ♪

♪ You'd beat me on the run ♪

♪ You break me ♪

Go on, blow it out.

Blow out the candle.

Blow out the candle.

Blow out the candle.

Blow out the candle.

Blow out the candle.

Whoo!

All right.

Ooh, yes.

Sure, all right.

Give it here.

Cheers, okay.

Gimme some.

Give me some.
- Thank you

For buying this.

There we go.

There we go.

Yeah, all right.

That's it, ooh.

That's so good.

DeShawn, would
you play some music

that us old folks can dance to?

Sure, boss.

All right.

♪ This is what you
always wanted ♪

♪ You sent her in ♪

I'd like to take
this special time

to propose a toast, if I may.

To friends.

To family.

To business.

To having a good
time with all three.

Cheers.

Enjoy yourselves, everyone.

Cheers.

♪ I want you're tryin' ♪

♪ I want you open ♪

♪ I want your ♪

Ah, there we go.

There you go.

That sounds more like it.

DeShawn, please, do me a
favor and take over for me

while I romance my lady.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Doo-doo-bah.

♪ Stand and see ♪

♪ This look upon my face ♪

♪ And go in ♪

♪ There are no more ♪

♪ Games for us to play ♪

♪ So try to run away ♪

♪ When the world's
that you take ♪

♪ Can be heard all because ♪

You should take our picture.
♪ The air between us is gone ♪

Did you get it?

It's that bottom button there.

♪ Need to cry ♪

♪ When everything we hide ♪

♪ Comes a vive alive ♪

♪ We tear ourselves at night ♪

♪ It's a crime,
it's such a crime ♪

Looks clean to me.

♪ The reason you're right ♪

Sweet cakes?

Oh, yes.

♪ I have something to hide ♪

♪ It's a crime ♪

♪ It's such a crime ♪
- DeShawn.

Seems to be that time, maybe,

to prepare our guest for
the rest of the program.

♪ It's a secret I can keep ♪

Yeah, okay.

♪ I belong a slut ♪

♪ Oh I'm a-gonna drop ♪

Come on, let's go.

♪ Stand if you please ♪

♪ And follow me this way ♪

♪ Till you see the door ♪

♪ No no other twist ♪

♪ Of make you understand ♪

♪ It does not have to
mean what you think ♪

♪ It has to be ♪

Damn, come on dude.

Literally, it's not over yet.

It's not over yet.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Help me up.

Who am I?

Okay, okay.

Oh, oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh oh oh!

Oh that's good.

Oh, look at me.

Oh look at me.

♪ It's a crime ♪

♪ It's such a crime ♪

♪ Hey yeah with me ♪

Get up.

Get up!

- Oh, man.
- Oh, good times, baby.

- Ooh-hoo!
- Oh, boy, what a night, baby.

But we've got one more.

It's one more.

Dell, what the hell is...

Shut the fuck up for a second!

Everybody downstairs.

Now.

Look, Miss Jill,
let's just talk.

Your type wants no part of
this business, historically.

If you're gonna
live in the swamp,

you'd better make
friends with the gators.

The memory of man runneth...

Oh, baby, no!

Baby!

Oh, that burns.

Wait!
- No!

I know you're mad, but
you're just white mad.

You're all confused.

You just wanna be a normal girl.

Baby!

Oh, my God!

He was correct.

Just not today.

No!

No, that was my baby.

Oh, you fucking bitch!

Oh!

Fuck!

No!

You bitch!