Original subtitles

(grand orchestral music)

(jazzy music)

- Buenos días!

I'm your Greek Chorus.

Your cacophony of carnality.

The embodiment of...

The body.

And your Sherpa of suspense.

Now, come...

Come, take my hand,

and if you dare, sheathe your sword to its hilt.

Are you up to it?

(grand orchestral music)

(gentle orchestral music)

(Adolph speaking German language)

(whip cracking)

(muffled speech in German language)

- Hey!

(speaking foreign language)

- [Adolph] You still with the whip goes!

(speaking German language)

- My old friend Freddy, he would've been impressed!

(muffled speech in German language)

(whip cracking)

(Adolph speaking in German language)

(Adolph screaming) (whip cracking)

- Wunderbar!

(speaking German language)

(rhythmic slapping)

(gong ringing)

- [Adolph] What's this?

Ah... (playful music)

Limehouse.

(Adolph speaking foreign language)

(Whip clashes)

(muffled speech in foreign language)

(whip cracking)

(Adolph moaning)

(Adolph and woman screaming)

(music swells)

(lips smacking)

(muffled speech in German language)

Nein, nein.

- [Paul] Let's cut out of here.

We can drive over to Salmon Creek,

swim and ball around for a couple of hours,

before you take the bus back to Sacramento.

(Adolph speaking German language)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Haven't you forgotten something?

- What?

- You have not completed your assignment.

- I'm bushed.

- What you call it?

Ugh, verdammtes English.

Oh, ja, ja.

A bonus!

- That's it, asshole.

Put up or shut up.

How much?

- Hmm, something generous.

Come to the...

(chuckles)

Nuptial couch.

(slow jazz music)

(lotion squirting)

(Adolph moaning)

(lotion squirting)

(drum roll)

(grand orchestral music)

(German marching music)

(Adolph exclaiming in German language)

(abrupt suction noise) (Adolph screaming)

- Haven't you forgotten something?

(Beethoven symphony music)

- Haven't you?

- My billfold.

Behind those whips.

Take the 100 mark bill.

(military marching music)

- Thanks for the bonus.

- Come here.

I said, come here schnell!

(German marching music continues)

And for the second 100 mark bill?

- Hurry up, I haven't got too much time.

(birds chirping)

(Alice giggling)

(Alice moaning)

(gentle orchestral music)

(moaning) (heavy breathing)

(tongue squelching)

- See you Thursday, Adolph.

Same time.

(Adolph gags)

(German marching music)

(playful violin music)

- Hey, Gwendolyn.

- Sweet little Alice, I'm gonna top you off right.

Like I said...

- Oh, Christ...

Now, wait a minute.

Um...

Maybe we should talk about this.

Slow down, Gwendolyn.

No, wait, wait a minute!

God!

Wait a minute!

God!

Slow down!

My God!

Wait!

- [German Troops] Sieg heil!

Sieg heil!

- Mm-hm.

(war drums beating)

(man singing German propaganda music)

(water running)

- [Alice] Leave it to you, Gwendolyn,

to come up with something far out.

- That hunky dildo is pure poetry.

Catch me on your way back through!

- I'll pick up some new tricks in Frisco.

See you in two weeks.

Bye, slick!

- (chuckles) Bye!

(truck starts)

(lips smacking)

(truck honking)

(man singing German propaganda music)

(Adolph speaking German language)

(record stops)

Verdammtes gramophone!

(water bubbling)

(Adolph speaking German language)

(glass jar rings)

You have no business here.

Certainly not in my badezimmer.

Did I not make myself clear?

Die f tech?

Piranha fisch.

I saw those (German word) devour a whole cow in Uruguay.

(water rushing) No, no!

Nein! Not in my tub!

(Adolph screaming)

(German propaganda music)

(piranha teeth chattering)

- Poor Schwartz is dead!

Murder most foul!

(zipper sounding)

Though foul and fair today, I have not seen.

Harry the nimrod, the tool of destruction.

But who unleashed his savage appetite?

'Tis the question I lay to you.

(whip cracking)

Headsperson, the assassin for hire,

at your service for a price.

(skin being slapped) Consider The Ethiopian Chef,

pummeling the scrotum with joyous supplication,

meting out vengeance on the colonial oppressor.

Or Limehouse, daughter of the Rising Sun...

(lips smacking)

The kamikaze of cunnilingi.

(playful jazz music)

Paul, the Founding Father:

husband, punisher, and lover,

prepared to lay siege to any fountain.

Any time, any place.

Choosing, comparing, one with another.

Consider, too, Alice, the loveliest maiden of Plymouth.

A misty phantom of passion

wallowing in the sea of carnality.

And then there is Gwendolyn,

veil as black as snow,

her angry loins the center nave of a Gothic cathedral.

And finally, the intruder,

stealing into Schwartz's badezimmer,

at Sparta and at Athens,

leaving the devouring instrument of destruction.

There.

There you have it.

Yet before the court adjourns,

you must consider one, and then another.

(tires screeching)

- [Homer] Can I be of some assistance, miss?

- No thanks.

- Car broke down?

- No, just jogging.

Keeping in shape.

- You new here?

Can't say as I've seen you around.

- Stopped off at Miranda last night.

- Dancer?

Stripper.

- Interpretive.

- Can I give you a lift?

- We know that ain't kosher.

- Don't matter up here.

I'm the only trooper between Garberville and Myers Flat.

Come on, jump in.

You're in good enough shape.

- Thanks anyway, but I need the exercise.

- What's your name?

- Margo.

Margo Winchester.

What's yours?

- Homer.

Homer Johnson.

(heavy bump)

Whoa! Son of a bitch!

(Margo laughs)

(tires screeching)

♪ Never ever gonna leave you alone ♪

♪ Come on and make a life with me ♪

(tires screeching)

♪ My sweet satin lady ♪

- Hey, what's happening?

(radio rock music playing)

(music gets louder)

Okay, so you're an ideal chick!

Hey!

You hard of hearing?

(lowers volume)

Okay, I'll run through it again.

Where ya headin'?

- Miranda.

♪ Come on and make a life with me ♪

♪ My sweet satin lady ♪

- [Margo] All right.

♪ I'm never ever gonna leave you alone ♪

♪ Come on and make a life with me ♪

♪ My sweet satin lady ♪

- [Leonard] Music?

- [Margo] Whatever's your pleasure.

- [Leonard] Staying in Miranda?

- [Margo] Just passing through.

- Maybe I can change your mind.

- Don't think so.

- [Radio DJ] Well, all right!

That was "Satin Lady,"

number nine this week in PQFU Top 40!

Now, fasten your seatbelts and taste some head,

to this up and coming powerhouse of sound!

Yeah!

Ay-ooo!

- [Leonard] Shortcut. Saves a lot of time.

- [Margo] Yeah, I'll bet.

(metal rattling)

(brakes screeching)

- Son of a bitch!

- Fuck off! (punch landing)

(Leonard screaming)

Nice knowing you!

- Fucking cunt!

(suspenseful music)

(Margo shrieking)

(screaming)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Margo screaming)

(punches landing)

(tense orchestral music)

(fabric tearing)

(spring sound effect)

(tense orchestral music)

(music swells)

(Leonard moaning)

(dramatic music)

(Margo screaming)

(dramatic music)

- [Leonard] Whoa! (neck snapping)

- Looks like you hurt the boy!

(birds chirping)

He's all through hurting.

Over there to the road!

Go on, move!

Go on!

Now, why in the hell did you have to go that far?

You took all the fight out of him

just before you cut off his lifestyle.

That karate's pretty mean stuff.

From what I saw, you know how to handle yourself.

No question about that.

(police radio tuning)

- [Man On Radio] Breaker break!

This is Bed Bugger out of VR Town.

Anybody know where the teddy bear goes?

- Get on up there!

Stop dragging your feet.

Now, get your ass in the car!

- [Receiver] ...'Til your back door's covered,

unless you want to get bear bit.

10-1 north of Garberville is tough turkey.

Do you COPY?

- [Bed Bugger] Break, break! Bed Bugger's got a copy.

- He must have picked you up back there where I left you.

- [Bed Bugger] Nobody on my tail

except a pregnant rollerskate.

Bye!

- Maybe you provoked him.

More and often, it's been my law enforcement experience

that you gals cause a problem.

Dressing half naked...

- [Receiver] The County Mountie was last spotted

right in tune with the Pavement Princess

about an hour ago at Belcher's Flat.

- Yet on the other hand,

could've been an exception with Leonard Box.

That's the boy's name.

He had a reputation for making trouble.

No question about that.

No one's gonna miss him.

Except maybe his old man.

(gentle music)

Not that he was particularly fond of his son,

but he's personal property,

like the mills he owns in Belcher's Flat.

He's loaded.

Spread a lot of bread around.

See you grow old in jail.

- What are you trying to say, officer?

- Hell, there's another way of looking at it.

You'd probably save a lot of paperwork,

and aggravation for the state.

He was bound to end up dead, way he was heading.

Trouble with a capital

(gentle dramatic music)

- You can put the gun away now.

- Homer.

(door closes)

Really didn't see everything that happened.

I was driving over to Charlie Summer's spread at Lucas Meadows.

He's kinda stubborn,

rejecting modern conveniences like telephones and such.

He hadn't shown up in Miranda for several days.

I decided to look in on him,

in case he was ailing.

Then I caught the two of you struggling

over there by this cliff. (screaming)

Off the corner of my eyes, I was driving by.

Before I could get to you, both of you fell over the edge.

Thought you were goners.

It's one hell of a drop,

enough to break a body's back.

Then I ran over just in time to see the Box kid,

spread out like a blivet at the bottom of the canyon.

(gentle dramatic music continues)

Then I spotted you,

hanging on a root.

Real close call.

Then I got me a rope from the black and white

and pulled you up.

(Margo sobbing)

Put you in the back seat of the patrol car.

You were kinda hysterical.

Didn't blame you, after hearing your story.

Then I called the coroner,

Lou Dougie in Garberville.

He had one hell of a time getting to that kid.

Good he brought a couple of loggers along to give him a hand.

Anyway, Lou checked over what was left of him.

DOA.

Cause of death: broken back.

Reason:

fall from a great height.

Did I leave anything out?

- Only the kicker.

- Let's talk about it at my place.

(jaunty jazz music)

(Margo and Homer moaning loudly)

(screaming and heavy breathing)

(Homer howls)

(gentle orchestral music)

- You're a real shit.

Knew it the first time I saw you.

- [Homer] What did they say about stirring it up?

- That it takes one to know one.

(Homer coughs)

We can't go on doing this all of the time.

- [Homer] Why not?

- Not without a change of pace.

- [Homer] Already you're unfaithful.

- Not so you'll ever notice.

Besides...

Can't afford to do any talking in my sleep.

And that goes for you, too, Homer.

(glasses crunch)

- [Homer] Easy.

You broke my glasses.

- Sorry.

Don't know my own strength.

Say, I think we left something out.

Ugh!

Homer!

("Reveille" trumpet call)

(Homer and Margo moaning)

- [Chorus] Instead of equal justice under the law,

Winchester finds equal justice under Johnson.

The Buzzard's Nest,

where fair was foul and foul was fair.

A murder committed most macabre.

Paul, the most likely suspect.

Jealousy, greed, and ambition his trio of muses.

Margo, the doe-eyed fucking machine,

every man's dream to impale upon the Everest of passion.

Headsperson, the white rose of death,

stitching with pain 'til all grows wan and white.

The Ethiopian Chef,

an escaped tempest of black passion and malice.

Limehouse, almond-eyed,

impressive as the sayings of Chairman Mao.

(gong ringing)

Her body a golden zither to work magic.

(moans loudly)

Alice, maiden, lesbian, and princess,

protector of shrine and sanctuary.

The original Great Mother.

Gwendolyn, holy champion of fornication.

Husband person.

Sweet little Alice for herself alone?

Homer, much in fear of axe and rope,

but still in dreams of the night

beheld he the crimson light,

and heard the voice that defied him,

who was crucified.

Leonard Box, the victim of his own carnal greed.

A dead end indeed if he murdered the Nazi warlock.

For one of these people has committed murder most foul...

But which one?

(jukebox whirring)

(country rock music plays)

- Thanks, Alice.

- Sir?

- [Customer] Please.

- Tuna sand, order of fries to go!

(meat sizzling)

- Thanks.

- You're welcome, Ken.

Here you are.

- Looks good.

(police siren wailing)

- [Responder] Breaker break, Honey Bucket out of Steeltown.

Who's got a copy out there of the local bear report?

(engine shuts off)

- Well, looks like Homer's gonna

meet his quota again this month.

(country rock music continues)

How's the sausage and eggs coming?

- Here you are, babe.

- Best you get your ass back in the patrol car with me.

- Groovy!

(country rock music continues)

- [Receiver] Break one-niner!

You're in Westpoint country, Black Pussy.

Can't give you a good bear report right now,

so keep your ears on.

Bye!

- You wanna feel my tits?

- You trying to bribe a peace officer?

- What are you looking at?

- I'm just looking, that's all.

- I give good head.

- [Receiver] Bugger's got more guts than a fox

casing a hen house, 10-4.

- Never had any bad head.

- [Responder] What's the beaver look like?

This is a big 10-4!

- [Receiver] 10-fiver, the seat cover

looks good to Honey Bucket. Like I said...

- [Foxy Woman] This will speed it up.

(quacking sound)

- [Receiver] ...When there's a chance

of getting his chicken choked.

The bubblegum machine ain't gonna move for quite a spell.

(pants unzipping)

- [Responder] Breaker break!

Chipmunk says Honey Bucket's passing gas!

Don't drop on it unless your ass is covered.

10-4!

- [Receiver] Break break!

Am I hitting you, Honey Bucket?

This is Mullholland Key out of Gurneyville.

Give me your home copy.

- [Responder] Break 1-fiver.

I got a copy.

Keep your ears on and Honey Bucket will confirm

that Smokey's wiped out on my second pass.

- [Honey Bucket] Break break, what's all this fuss

about Smokey getting his chicken choked?

Black Pussy's got a better way to slide-

(ground beef sizzles) (country rock music continues)

- [Town Local] Well, I guess Homer's

getting his lube job early today.

- [Receiver] Dropped off a load of Horner

and Belcher's flats and caught the action.

The county Mountie is letting it all hang out

right in the middle of town.

10-4!

- [Responder] Break, break. You pa yin' attention...

- Say, will you look at that gal's head go!

(truck honks)

- [Responder] Break 1-fiver.

Just passed Smokey dribbling

with a foxy lady's head and hanging in hard.

Hey, Chipmunk, you might catch the curtain

if you lean on the hammer fast.

10-4 and cut!

- [Race Announcer] They're all well bunched now

with Mary Murr down the backside in between

Erica's Dwelling and Christy's Hollow.

And moving up is Valiant, Sleepy,

but coming through is Dildo Danny!

In the middle of the track here comes...

(Homer moans loudly)

(screams)

- [Black Pussy] Break break, now what wise-ass

packed in boners? This is Black Pussy

in a freight line of parts south of Bimbo Lake.

Super horny and hot to trot.

Leave open your switches.

I'll talk you all four in.

First motherfucker that kisses my tractor

will tangle with more than he can handle. 10-4!

(country rock music continues)

- [Receiver] Break break!

Am I hitting you, Dicky Bird?

This is Ho-Hen Ladda Fortuna.

- There, less than half a minute.

- Now, ma'am, consider this a warning.

Let go, you greedy cunt!

Now, get your ass out of here before that I remember

that I represent law and order around here.

(fingers snap)

- Better give me that warning.

(laughs)

(car starting)

- Shit!

What the fuck does that cunt think she's doing?

(pants zipping)

- [Rufus] Break break!

Big Rufus here!

Just passed Bimbo and Father Neat

money rig's ringin' around the freight line.

Tried to get a copy, but everybody had his ears on.

Anybody out there know what's going on?

10-4!

- [Man] Say, George, come here.

(whispers) Is that who we're paying our taxes for?

♪ Better get your motor running ♪

♪ 'Cause your daddy's coming home tonight ♪

- Hey!

Say, Homer.

What's happened to our beautiful law and order community?

Two killings in as many days.

Adolph Schwartz's bones picked clean by a big fat fish.

In his own bathtub!

And that nice kid, Leonard Box, broken into by some chick.

- [Homer] Bullshit!

The one involving the girl was an accidental death.

- [Paul] Better give me the facts, Homer.

Sounds pretty kinky to me.

- Hi, Rafe. The usual?

- Yes, Alice, but this time I'd like French bread.

- Okay.

- I can't buy that.

- Hi, Homer.

Honey, a Hay Baler for Rafe.

Well, come on! Back to the lagoon!

- [Paul] Slave driver.

(Alice shrieks)

- Homer, I hear that chick involved in the accident

with the Box boy is a real looker.

Wild name, too:

Margo Winchester.

- Is that what they say?

- And why not?

- Okay, but nothing better to do with my time.

♪ How's your hotblooded woman... ♪

- About this Margo Winchester.

Give me the lowdown.

- You know I like big tits.

Well, I've been converted.

Margo's got the wildest performing ass I ever bellied up to.

Now, don't get me wrong, her knockers are big and super,

with nipples that other broads wish they had for tits.

Backdoor ass.

I had her headed into the corner last night.

On her knees, right?

Well, damn, did it blow my fucking mind.

Looks like you could use another hand at the counter!

- Oh, I sure could.

You see that sign in the window outside?

It's been there for two weeks, no takers.

- I know someone who'd sell a lot of hot dogs.

- Oh, sounds like somebody we know.

- Maybe you wouldn't want this sex machine

exposed to your old man.

- After me, she's welcome to the leavings.

- How about a little leavings right now?

- Business first, my customers.

Then I'll try to squeeze you in this afternoon.

(Alice laughs)

- [Alice] Not so fast!

The rocks are hurting my feet!

- [Paul] We haven't got all day!

(both laugh)

(gentle orchestral music)

(Alice moaning)

(gentle orchestral music continues)

(louder moaning)

- [Chorus] One step beyond the abyss of ecstasy.

Yet, does the face of the gelded Hun

impose itself upon the visage of the moment's lover?

Is the mystery buried forever 'neath

the sucking slush of the Grimpen Mire?

Or is it blatantly before our eyes?

Murder most foul,

but murder will out!

(country rock music playing)

♪ Been a long time coming ♪

- Hurry back.

- Pam sand on whole wheat, hold the mustard,

side of potato salad. Two hot turkey sand,

heavy gravy on one!

- [Man Wearing Hat] Hey, hey!

(truck honks)

- [Eager Man] Hurry up, men!

I bet they're like a pair of honeydews!

(crowd chatter) (jukebox whirring)

- Now, you hurry back.

(rock music)

♪ Lyin', Lyin' to me ♪

- Jesus!

Thanks, Rufus.

♪ The only woman that I care about ♪

- Where'd all this business come from?

As if I didn't know.

- I'll see you when I get off.

- Suppose I start get--

♪ Make everything all right ♪

♪ Enough amusement 'fore the morning light, oh hey ♪

♪ Bartender, please ♪

- [Margo] Hi.

- Double chili, heavy mustard, but hold the onions.

- Got it.

Double chili, heavy mustard, but hold the onions.

- I know.

Double chili-sized, heavy on the mustard,

and hold the onions.

- [Margo] You've got it.

- Homer's right.

You do attract customers.

- Maybe it's my personality.

♪ The only woman that I care about ♪

Better hurry up with that hot dog.

♪ Bartender, please ♪

- Isn't she a doll?

I'm almost ashamed of what I'm paying her,

but I suppose the tips make up for it.

What a can on that chick.

- Yeah.

Not bad.

Looks like we're really making it, baby.

Really making it.

♪ The only woman that I cared about ♪

♪ But she's been win', yes, yes, she's Wm' ♪

♪ She's been win' to me ♪

- Oh, honey, I think we'd better double

the frankfurter and hamburger order.

- Yeah.

Anything else you can think of, babe?

- Just don't lift anything heavy.

(van starting)

(truck starting)

- I want you to know that you've been

a real help to us, Margo.

We appreciate it.

- Anything to pass the time.

Homer's tied up during the day.

(Homer and woman moaning)

- What's on your program now?

Like to take a ride up to Garberville for supplies?

- Feel like a swim.

Found a great spot on Salmon Creek.

About two miles upstream from Homer's place.

Deep pool, beautiful surroundings.

I'm heading there now.

- I'd like to strap you on sometime.

- That's a good line.

I've used it once myself.

Better get your supplies.

(country rock music)

♪ Sweet satin lady ♪

♪ Come on and show me ♪

♪ Sweet Jezebel ♪

♪ Come on and show me ♪

♪ I'm taking the life you're leading ♪

♪ Of fancy bars and fancy hotels ♪

♪ Sweet smell of money ♪

♪ They tell me that's the fragrance you wear ♪

♪ You're hanging in a stranger's arms ♪

♪ Smiling, putting on with all your charms ♪

♪ There's some place else you'd rather be ♪

(Paul whistles)

- [Paul] How's the water?

- [Margo] What's the hurry?

We've got plenty of time.

- Come on!

- Woo!

(both laughing)

♪ Come over, others you've known ♪

♪ Come on and show me ♪

♪ Show me I wasn't wrong ♪

♪ To leave my happy home ♪

♪ And I'll show you a fortune ♪

♪ Full of love ♪

♪ Gonna give you a country home ♪

♪ Never ever gonna leave you alone ♪

♪ Come on and make a life with me ♪

♪ My sweet satin lady ♪

(Paul and Margo laughing)

♪ Show me I'm different ♪

♪ Come on and show me ♪

♪ From all the others you've known ♪

(moaning)

♪ Show me I wasn't wrong ♪

♪ To leave my happy home ♪

♪ And I'll show you a fortune ♪

♪ Full of love and happiness ♪

♪ Gonna build you a country home ♪

♪ Never ever gonna leave you alone ♪

♪ Come on and make a life with me ♪

♪ My sweet satin lady ♪

(tense orchestral music)

(Homer and woman moaning)

(electricity buzzing) (woman screaming)

(car honks)

- Come on, we gotta get your ass out of here!

Back to the reservation, Pocahontas!

(tense orchestral music continues)

(water running) (Homer screams)

- [Margo] Ooh, it's all red.

Looks likes you've been fucking an Indian.

(Chorus moans)

- The murder still cries out for vengeance.

The murderer still walks among us.

Do his eyes betray him?

Or is it his emotions?

The frenzy of passion by which he endeavors

to bury the guilt of his deed.

Paul, a lean and hustling visage.

A man of many thrusts,

his hammer beating out a relentless tattoo

against the soft underbellies of his prey,

quenching only his own rapacious thirst.

His gaze veiled by the burnished glimmer of the golden load,

sacked by the modern Visigoths

from the capitals of Christendom.

(moans)

Or Margo,

of mellifluous, mucoid myrrh,

thrusting her best breast forward.

Why is she here?

Plundering the strength and draining

the sacks of men at will.

Lust and desire, molded in the flawless configuration

that is Nietzsche's superwoman.

And Alice, steadfast wife,

sharing the everyday problems and pleasure

of marital bliss with her lord,

faithful to the letter,

even considering that her transgressions

with the dusky lesbian transgressed

upon the sanctity of a connubial ecstasy.

Tempting the palate of man,

both gourmand and gourmet name her escopié.

Yet too much goodness can of itself hint evil.

'Tis a pity she's a whore.

Or Homer, the ex-champion of law and order,

and a carnivorous appetite for sexual excess;

a bull in the arena of dalliance,

every encounter an Olympic decathlon--

Ten major events of prodigious, pornographic portrayals.

And Gwendolyn, the dark horse in the murder sweepstakes.

What was once a duo is now a double duo.

What was once a quartet is now a trio.

Gwendolyn coming not between Paul and Alice, but with them,

each mindful of the other's Congo connection.

Lest she create the impression that she was faithless,

did Gwendolyn open Pandora's box once too often,

unleashing spirits of Desdemona and her hapless Moor?

Aye, there's the rub.

And then those hardly worth considering,

is their seeming innocence a cloak for deeper malevolence?

Rafe, woven from the wild ram,

rising like a rock of Gibraltar.

The Ethiopian Chef.

The black sheep is not always the leader of the pack.

The chesty young thing!

The mortar to the pestle,

pulverizing the seed of the gendarmerie.

Leonard Box.

Though dead men tell no tales,

should this stone be left unturned?

Limehouse, tenderly pressed of satiny pearls.

Half an hour later, would she murder again?

Headsperson,

an abyss of bottomless gluttony,

milking life's flowing ebb at the master's command.

Truly the only tongue that is understood by the savage

must be the tongue of fire that speaks

from the mouth of the cannon.

(screaming)

Now you've seen them, seen them all,

the common victims of a tragic fall.

But which one?

As he or she couples in illicit dalliance

with strangers in the primeval forest,

then does the face of the dying Teuton impose itself

upon the features of the moment's lover?

Or do cries of ecstasy mingle with memories of destruction?

- [Alice] A little higher on your end, Fred!

- How's this, babe?

Straight?

- Yeah.

Okay, snug it off!

- Big night tonight, eh, Alice?

You two have really done well for yourselves,

opening up a new place.

- Oh, don't say anything, but I've decided

to do something really nice for Margo.

- She's really looking forward to the action tonight.

Wait 'til you see what she's wearing.

Or lack of it. (Alice giggles)

I'm afraid I'll be late for the show.

I got orders to report to Eureka this afternoon.

Seems some evidence to the fact that the dead Box boy--

You know, the one that raped Margo?

Had some dealings with Adolph Schwartz.

Might not be anything to it, but you never know.

(car starts)

(dramatic musical stinger)

(upbeat jazz music)

(car starts)

(upbeat jazz music continues)

(music dies)

(dramatic musical stinger)

(country rock music)

- A goddamn flat tire. Of all nights.

Where the hell is Alice?

- Went out about an hour ago.

Said she had to dress.

- Okay, we need about two more of these.

You'll find them in the back room on the top shelf.

- I'm sorry.

Mom called.

Uncle Dave's youngest is in the hospital with a broken leg.

Those damn motorcycles.

Great opening.

Wow, great turnout!

(laughs)

- We need some more beer, babe.

- Okay.

Wow, everyone's having a great time.

- [Paul] Tell George to bring in some more beer, babe.

- [Customer] Hey, Rafe. Where's your axe?

- Cook! Get him an axe!

(Rafe screams)

(dramatic musical stinger)

- Beer, beer, beer!

Beer!

- You freak idiot.

- Beer, beer!

Beer!

(drum roll)

(crowd applauding)

- Take it off!

Take it off!

- Aw, shut up!

- Aw, thanks, boys,

for the spontaneous reception.

Paul and Alice asked me to make a speech,

but that's not my style.

- Look at the knockers on that gal.

- Put a nickel in the machine.

(crowd rabbling)

(funky music plays)

(crowd cheering)

(whistles and catcalls)

- Come on, big baby.

Let's try one.

Come on!

Come on!

Drop it!

Come on!

(louder cheering)

Let's have the other one!

- Two for Rafe.

(jazzy dance music)

(dramatic stinger) (man screams)

(Rafe growls)

- Easy, big boy.

Rafe wants an encore.

- Beer! Beer!

- Better call Smokey.

Rafe's, uh...

- [Alice] Who's Smokey?

- Homer.

Homer Johnson. He's the only one with the firepower

to quell Rafe when he runs amuck.

- Oh, nonsense, he's groovy.

He's just having a good time.

- Bullshit.

Take the secret passageway

and get your ass to the nearest telephone.

I'll try to keep him in line until you bring help.

- Damn...

I hate the secret passageway.

- [Rafe] Beer!

(jazzy music continues)

- Come on, take your hand off her.

I said take your fucking hand off her!

(bottles shatter)

Take your fucking hand off her, Rafe!

Ahh!

- Hey!

(tense music)

Hey, Rafe!

Put me down!

(shrieks)

What are you doing?

Leave me alone!

(moans)

(crowd cheering)

Get away from me!

- [Alice] Send Homer Johnson right away, okay?

Bye-bye.

(Margo screaming) (music continues)

- [Margo] Make him stop!

(Margo shrieking)

- You bastard, I'm gonna kill you!

- [Margo] Help me!

("Reveille" trumpet call)

(horse trotting)

(crowd cheering)

- [Margo] Please, won't somebody help me?

- Out here, Rafe!

Come on, Rafe, fuck her!

("Reveille" trumpet call) (horse trotting)

- [Margo] You're hurting me!

("Reveille" trumpet call) (horse trotting)

("Reveille" trumpet call)

- Smokey's a-coming!

- Whoa!

- Smokey?

Come on, let's get out of here!

("Reveille" trumpet call)

Sorry about that, Rafe.

(Margo screaming)

("Reveille" trumpet call)

(horse trotting)

(horse neighs)

(tense music continues)

- [Homer] Rafe!

Rafe, get off her, goddammit!

Get off her!

- [Margo] Help me! Please!

Get your filthy thing out of me!

Somebody help me!

(Homer groans)

- Paul?

- [Margo] You're hurting me!

Leave me alone!

- Paul? Paul!

- [Margo] You freak!

Stop hurting me!

- Goddamn son of a bitch!

You killed him!

You killed my man!

- (Homer) God, oh!

(women screaming)

- Help me!

No!

No!

(suspenseful music)

(axe thudding) (dramatic stinger)

(Rafe screams)

- [Homer] There, there.

I got here as fast as I could.

Stop your crying.

Rafe won't bother you anymore.

You'll feel better tomorrow.

You've been through a great deal.

What the hell got into Rafe?

(Rafe growls)

- Look out!

(gun clicks)

- (Homer) Bang, bang, bang!

(girls screaming)

(foreboding music)

(girls screaming)

(axe creaking)

(axe popping)

(girls screaming)

(suspenseful music continues)

(dramatic musical stinger)

(girls screaming)

(Homer yelling) (dramatic stinger)

(girls screaming)

(suspenseful music continues)

(woman screaming)

(women screaming)

- Rosebud!

'Tis a far, far better thing I do!

(chainsaw revving)

("Reveille" trumpet call)

(Homer screaming)

- Homer!

No!

(Rafe screaming)

No!

Homer!

Oh, God!

(Alice screaming)

- No! - No!

(Margo and Alice sobbing)

(gentle orchestral music)

(dramatic musical stinger)

- [Chorus] And so the violent joinings

and sniggering betrayals continue,

absorbing the players in a quagmire

of bottomless ecstasy... (playful jazz music plays)

Caught up in their whirlwind of fire and pain and passion.

But where does the killer lurk still?

Unsuspected, unsure, and now disguised... Recall the clue.

For there are no more.

(crickets chirping)

(car door opens)

(car door shuts)

(coin inserted)

(bell rings)

- [Margo] All right, I'll hang in there.

10-4.

(door opens and closes)

(car starts)

(car door opens)

(light switch clicking)

Hm.

(jazzy party music playing)

(dramatic musical stinger)

(water running)

(Margo screams)

(suspenseful music)

You?

- Yes, me.

Sweet little Alice!

- The least likely suspect.

- A cop! I should have guessed that you were

more than just a waitress.

It was too pat, you and that clod Homer.

- Guess again, murderess.

Our relationship was merely a coincidence.

- That I find difficult to believe.

Yet fuck it.

Your death shall be the only significant factor!

(suspenseful music)

- [Margo] But why you?

Your motive?

- [Alice] The best woman shall be me!

Margo Winchester, indeed!

You and your round, muscular ass!

See what advantage it provides you

in this fight to the death!

- [Margo] And when did I reveal my true identity?

- [Alice] True identity, huh?

Only the whore that you are!

- Then if this is the case, why attack me now?

- You must think me a fool,

not to know of your raping!

Yes, raping my beautiful Paul!

- What?

For balling your old man?

A weakling if I ever saw one. And a medium lay at that.

- But that's only half true.

Paul possesses both the innocence

and stupidity of a child,

and for that he can be forgiven.

On the other hand, as to his sexual credibility...

Well, 11 inches is hardly something to sniff at.

It was only last night as we lay

locked in liquid fulfillment

that he sleepily uttered your name.

Margo Winchester, indeed.

Yes, your stupid shitty name.

While he was still contained

within the confines of my beautiful body!

(Alice unzipping) (dramatic orchestral music)

There!

Now who should wear the mantle of a woman?

(Margo whistles)

- Magnificent pecs.

(gasps)

- [Alice] Shit.

But as I was saying, a cleanly defined pelvis!

But back to Paul!

A victim of the flesh!

No weaker, no stronger than any other man!

- [Margo] Ah! There it is.

Mark this, flatfoot! (water splashing)

- No one will toy with my old man's affections.

I've always protected him from bad influences...

Even that disgusting fag Adolph.

- [Margo] Holy shit!

But why attach such importance

to your old man being wolfed by Schwartz?

- Only because he was my father.

(dramatic sting) - Your father?

Then your maiden name was Schwartz.

- Schwartz, my ass!

(dramatic stinger)

My true name is Eva Braun Jr.

The bastard daughter of Adolf Hitler

and his flaxen-haired mistress.

(dramatic stinger)

(Margo gasping)

- But the charred bodies discovered

outside the Führerbunker!

- Mom sacrificed herself for the Fatherland.

Besides, she was getting along in years,

and she knew that dad was into young chicks,

and incest as well, and both were concerned for me,

their daughter.

(dramatic musical stinger)

I'm just wasting time.

Where the hell's the knife?

- But the holocaust that was Berlin!

The Nazi hooligans scurrying

like rats leaving a sinking ship!

- [Alice] Oh, here it is.

- The twilight of the Third Reich!

(tense orchestral music)

- Hey, wait a minute!

Shit.

- [Margo] Once your day in (indistinct),

the staggering Russian evidence!

- Piss on the Russians!

Zhukov concocted that phony thing to calm Stalin!

Nobody likes to fail!

But enough of that historical shit!

I rubbed out my own father to save my marriage!

- [Margo] To save your marriage?

- [Alice] Yes! Quite true!

Besides, Pop and I could never get it on!

His thing was young boys,

and Paul's big joint blew his mind!

Well, I tried being more broad-minded

but my old man couldn't perform

at night with all those matinees!

Not for love, mind you, but hustling for bread!

The same dirty rotten money my Pop gouged

from the hapless filthy rail rodents!

The very money that he gave to Paul

for favoring his flabby body!

Bum kicking my Paul's proud manhood!

Not to ignore the tainted gold that finances the saloon,

rather than the apparent success of Alice's Cafe!

Dad deserved to die like the chauvinist pig he was!

- [Margo] It's all coming together now.

This case delivers far more than meets the eye.

- [Alice] The secret of Eva Braun Jr.

will die with you, bimbo!

- [Margo] I'll make you eat those words, shorty!

- [Alice] Margo Winchester, stop!

Eternity for you is just around the corner!

Prepare to taste the black sperm of my vengeance!

- [Margo] Do kill and revenge really compound

the obscenity of Adolf Hitler?

Oh, I know it demands a fair trial by your peers.

And I, Winchester, will bring you to your knees!

- That's a crock of shit!

(dramatic music)

(gasps)

(knife plunks in water)

Now that's more like it.

It was just a matter of time.

Or willpower.

(music swells)

Hmm. Rosebud.

I'll get to the bottom of this yet.

- Ooh, a mounting crescendo of berserk extravaganza!

Yes!

But all in a way of introduction to the events to follow!

(moans) (somber music)

- [Margo] A truck driver friend of mine

is heavy into marital aids and such.

Just last week she dropped off a new

Frisco trick that (dramatic sting)

I've been dying to try out. (laughs)

Gwendolyn claims it offers the best of two worlds.

If you can imagine what she means.

- Now, here's a bed that has got a big history.

It used to belong to this chick named Vixen.

Winchester.

Voila! (gunshot rings)

(dramatic musical stinger)

Paul!

Why?

- Because you fiendishly murdered Mr. Schwartz.

Poor Adolph...

So misunderstood.

So wrongfully condemned for helping

to rid the world of the mongrels

that would contaminate us all.

- You hurt me, Paul. You...

- Alice...

The perfect wife.

My needs, her wants.

Sweet little Alice.

So gorgeous, yet so selfish.

- No!

- Always craving my beautiful joint, but for herself alone.

- Fork over the rod, Paul.

- And you.

You're much the same.

Just like any other broad.

Selfish.

Self-centered.

Wanting my sylph-like body for yourself as well.

You deserve to die as well, bitch!

- No! (dildo thuds)

(gunshot rings) (dramatic sting)

- You hurt me.

(Alice gasps)

- You hurt my Paul, cunt.

- Freeze, murderess, or I'll slap your can off!

One false move and it's curtains for both of you.

- I loved you and I hate you!

(Alice gasps)

- Cooperate and society will provide

suitable accommodations for those of your ilk!

- [Paul] You and your big tits and your fat ass!

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Ah, Sergeant, indeed!

Your devotion to duty, your heroic disregard

for your own personal safety, have earned you

my admiration and undying gratitude.

- I was glad to do it, Chief.

- May I shake your hand?

Unfortunately, your contribution to the community

in which you serve is a thankless

never-ending responsibility.

Once more, I ask that you throw yourself,

as it were, into the breach,

and deal a quick paralyzing blow

to yet another kind of parasite

that continues to pollute our innocent populace,

those unwary souls whose strength

stands less proud than ours.

I know your training as a police person,

your exemplary dedication to duty,

your pride of service will stand you in magnificent stead.

May God bless...

And protect you.

- Will there be anything else, Chief?

- Meet me at the Palace Bar.

8:15

Sharp.

(jazzy trumpet music)

- The web is torn.

The fly has trapped the spider.

Leave me now to revels that are most private

and joyously pleasant.

(gasping, moaning) You have come a long way indeed.

(louder moaning)

And as you go, think of those whose lives

and deaths were most touched by my tale!

Rafe, the ungentle giant,

victim of momism and the liquor lobby!

Homer Johnson,

the man behind the badge!

(moans) Oh, Lord!

Bent, but not bowed,

his tarnished shield now bright once more.

Oh, blimey!

Alice!

Sweet little Alice...

aka Eva Braun Jr.

(moans) Oh, God!

But this had nothing to do with it!

The double gauges filling, ridden hard and put away wet.

(heavy breathing)

Paul!

Worry not!

Oh, bloody good!

(moans) A fox chasing his own tail!

Watch how fellatio is its own reward!

And Margo...

Margo Winchester!

Lord!

No mountain too high to climb!

No river too broad to cross!

No road too tough to hoe!

Oh God, I'm cumming!

(loud moaning)

Winchester!

Über alles!

(Beethoven symphony music)

(record scratches)

(loud whack)

- [Martin] Schmuck!

I gave you orders never to play that record again!

- [Schmuck] Jawohl, Martin.

(upbeat jazz music)