All language subtitles for Sexbomb xxx

Thank you.

Yoo -hoo, Tony. I have a surprise for
you.

Tony, quit fooling around.

I know you're in here.

Let's move on to the next set of people.

Can we do it again? It didn't feel
genuine to me.

Can I have my gum, please?

Thanks, Rodney.

Believe me, Denny, it was perfect.

Bradford, we're going in for a reverse
on Denny's. He starts whipping. You've

got ten minutes to relight. I do it in
two.

Hugo! Iggy!

Did you read the tragedy in my eyes?

Denny, I'm telling you, it was almost
Shakespearean. This flick is going to do

for you what Taxi Driver did for De
Niro.

This is really starting to itch.

Hey, Ray, can we leave Tony's pills?

Yes. No, no, we may still need him in
the background.

What I need you to do right now is to
apply the tearaway nipples.

Phoebe, go with Mitchell. He'll take it.

I'm all yours.

Sorry, Steve.

Don't any of you peeping Toms got work
to do?

You want to stare at Phoebe Loves
Bazoombas, you rent the goddamn video.

paying to impersonate a director.

King Baby.

Don't you King Baby me.

Look at this set.

What's wrong with it? What's wrong with
it?

I'll tell you what's wrong with it. It
looks too damn good. That means you

too much money on it. All right, maybe
we win $100 over budget on set.

You don't have to make a federal case
out of it.

You know, I'll say this for you, Webber.

You got the typical damn director's
attitude down pat.

What's $100 here? What's $100 there?

If I didn't keep my foot on your neck,
you'd $100 me right into goddamn Chapter

11.

Hey, production manager, why the hell
are these lights on in between takes?

Con Ed is not a profit participant in
this picture.

Kill the lights!

No, leave them!

What did you say?

Look, King, let's get something
straight. You're the producer and you're

boss, but on the set... I'm in charge,
and I don't like being insulted in front

of people.

You're in charge?

What is that you don't like?

Insulted. I'll insult you up the wazoo.

I'll show you who's in charge. Here we
go again. You know what I'm going to do?

Kick head.

I'm going to kill you.

What's that? He's taking it for free.

I'm sick of you. Get out of here.

I can't take anymore of this.

Damn it, Weber.

Let's not go apeshit.

I think you got my drift.

I want you to bring in this picture
cheap and fast.

And if anybody's gonna go on a power
trip, it's gonna be me. You got that?

Yes. Yes what?

Yes, Tim. Sir.

Okay, now let's get the crew back on.
Okay, let's get cracking.

What the hell is that?

Sorry about Steve's dropping.

If there was going to be any bloodshed,
I didn't want to miss it.

Who is this clown?

Lou LaRod. Pleasure to meet you.

I didn't hire you.

What the hell are they doing here?

He's my technical advisor.

Technical advisor?

I'm sort of an expert on psycho killers
and sex crimes. It's my hobby, really.

Whoever you pocket -picking son of a
bitch. What is it, your cousin?

No, no, really, King. He really is an
expert. He knows exactly how these

killers operate.

I attend their trials. I correspond with
them in prison. This is fiction.

Cheap, exploitive fiction.

You run out of ideas, you steal them
from some other slice -and -dice slick.

But you said you wanted I Rip Your Flesh
With Pliers to be better than all those

others. You said you wanted Ethan to be
the first believable unstoppable killer.

No, no, no. I was just massaging your
bloated ego.

That's before you hired a technical
advisor.

How much is he paying you?

Well, the money's not really why I'm
doing this. It's more of a way to break

into the business.

How much?

What I really want to do is write
screenplays.

How much?

$75 a week.

$75?

I would have done it for nothing.

Hey, hear that? He would have done it
for nothing.

How much has he paid you so far?

Not counting tomorrow's paycheck, $150.

$150? Okay, give it back.

Huh? $150, give it back. You said you'd
do it for free. All right, I accept.

Hey, I need that money.

Oh, so you're a liar, too.

I gave up a paying job to do this. I was
teaching a film class at Hollywood

Junior College when this happened. And
next week, I'm expecting another $75. I

mean... That's what we agreed on. Mr.
Faraday. Not with me. I really like your

movies. Now you work for free and you
don't work at all.

It's all due respect.

I think this picture needs me. I'll tell
you how much a picture needs you. Jason

and Freddy, move over. You're fired.

Get out of here.

Mr. Faraday, I've been on a lot of sets,
but this one, well, it's really cool.

Mr. Faraday, I really like your
pictures.

What?

I... I like... I really like your
pictures.

Who is this little asshole?

You! Get off my soundstage!

Get out of this building, the two of
you! Get the fuck out of my property!

Hey, Lou.

I just went out for a pizza. You want a
slice?

Soon.

I can't believe we got nothing but black
coffee and breakfast squares day after

day, meal after meal. What are you
bitching about? We got all four

Hey, you don't mind if I save this for
dinner and breakfast tomorrow?

What? What's happening?

I just got fired.

We serve employees only.

Beat it.

I pay for the pizza.

I say you can have a slice.

Thanks, Steve.

See you around.

Good luck there, Lou.

And I've shaved the day off your
shooting schedule.

I only have three days left of a six
-day tour. Are you arguing with me? No,

it's just I gotta catch up.

Work faster.

You're the director. That's your
problem.

You gotta make up for the hundreds that
you wasted on this set and that leech

advisor. Excuse me, Mr. Faraday?

Uh, it's your wife. She said she's
getting bored sitting around here. She

to leave.

Here.

Listen.

Give her this.

Tell her to go out and buy some.

What do you think you're doing?

Nothing.

I'm just looking to see if the keys were
in the car.

No, I just need to take my car out.

Well, what's with you? Sticking your
head in a Rolls Royce that doesn't

to you.

Well, what's with you blocking this
whole line of cars?

Don't you know who I am?

I'd just be guessing.

I'm Miss King Faraday.

Does that make you Queen Faraday? That
makes me Candy Faraday. And you better

quit pestering me or I'll tell my
husband to have you disciplined.

Well, I think I've taken all the shit
from your husband that I'm gonna...

not afraid of him?

Are you kidding?

Hey, bring us a couple mops. I'll mop up
the floor with him.

What's your name?

Lula Rod.

Pleasure to meet you.

I love my husband, Lula Rod. And I won't
stand to listen to you threaten his

life. I didn't say...

See you tomorrow.

Two, three, four.

Other people pay rent. What makes you so
special?

Six months late is six months too late.
You can find your things out back in the

dumpster.

Perfect day for a perfect day.

I thought you were me.

Well, you kind of startled me yourself.

Do you always have such a messy car?

No, I had to move out in a hurry last
night.

Somebody after you?

Go collectors, landlord.

Your husband fired me yesterday.

And now you're back to take your
revenge.

Well, no, actually, I was...

Thinking of crawling back on my belly
and asking for a job, any job.

Well, I'm glad to see you can control
your impulses.

Anyhow, he won't be in today. He had to
fly to Chicago to talk with his

investors.

So, uh, what brings you here?

That's a good question.

Actually, the truth is, I bought this
video player, and it's not working.

I thought one of you smart filmmakers...
You could fix this for me.

I'd give it a look -see.

Would you?

Can I stay?

Need you to pick it up at a bank for a
closer?

That's wrong. How did you know?

Just a wild guess.

Would you like a drink?

Thanks, maybe later. First things first.

About that recalcitrant VCR?

Uh, it's over here.

But I think it's a Sony.

I think I see what the problem is.

This isn't a VCR. It's a CD player.

Are you sure?

No wonder the tapes wouldn't fit.

I feel like a fool, bringing you all the
way here for nothing.

Well, you could offer me that drink
again.

I could offer you a lot more than that.

Like what?

Oh, I don't know.

There's a lot of stuff in the fridge.

Pickles.

Hot dog.

Half an old sardine sandwich.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a
minute.

We're getting into deep water here,
let's just take a step back and ask

ourselves

Sit here. This is the king's favorite
chair. Let's go to my room.

Welcome to my pink paradise.

Oh, man.

Colorful, isn't it? Thanks.

He's so horrible.

Well, he's no Louis B. Mayer, that's for
sure.

He's mean.

He neglects me.

I don't even think he likes the color
pink.

It tastes like swine.

Oh, Louis.

I didn't want this to happen.

I just didn't try hard enough to stop
it. Try?

He's coming back tonight.

I can't stand the thought of him doing
these things to me that you just did.

Well, you can get a divorce, I guess.

I signed a prenuptial agreement.

He said all his wives signed them.

I divorce him, I get nothing.

Not even the T -Bird.

Not a huh?

Well, that's a shame.

We're thinking about the same thing,
aren't we, Louis?

How good it would be with him gone and
all his money stayed here.

Let's not kid ourselves, Louis.

We knew that was coming.

It's the only way I... I mean, it's the
only way we can have everything we want.

Isn't it, Louie?

Nobody calls me Louie.

This is never going to work.

There's no way you can get him to rehire
me.

Don't worry, Louie. I know how to handle
my husband.

He'll give you a job, and then we can
plan the best way to do it.

And that's another thing. I'm not going
to help you kill your husband.

Why not?

Let's see if I can make you understand.

To me, murder is a spectator sport.

I'm not a player.

Now, if you want to kill your husband,
go right ahead.

I'll follow your trial.

I'll visit you in prison.

But don't you want his money?

Don't you want me?

Frankly, no, I don't want his money.

All I want from him is a job.

And I've had you.

You won't be so smirky if he finds out
about us.

He gets really jealous.

And he has some nasty friends.

You might just end up wearing cement
boxer shorts.

Now, how's he going to find out about
us?

Sometimes I blurt things out.

I can't help myself.

Oh, great.

That really makes me feel like
committing murder with you.

You'll never work another day in this
town, you little weasel.

Come on, Sterling.

Here's King coming to you trying to make
a deal, but you're not giving him

anything to work with.

When I get through with you, you're
going to wish you were up to your neck

buffalo shit.

Well, what's the matter, Mr.

Artistic Integrity?

Are you deaf?

Why the hell doesn't he say something?
Search me, King.

What's the matter, Sterling? Are you
mad?

This is a disaster.

There goes the cheapest writer in
Hollywood.

King, honey, I need to talk to you. Oh,
Candy, what the hell are you doing here?

I'm right in the middle of some very
delicate negotiations.

Who the hell is this?

LuLaRod. Yeah, name's familiar.

You're Candy's hairdresser.

And a scriptwriter.

Oh, you any good?

I think so.

I already stopped. It's brilliant.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Okay, you're hired.

You start work today.

You mean try to screenplay?

Well, you catch on fast, Tinkerbell.

What'd you say your name was?

Lou LaRod. What?

Lou LaRod.

LaRod, LaRod. Okay, come on, follow me.

See? He didn't recognize me. It's the
liquor.

Ah, cirrhosis of the brain.

Hey, Weber, heads up.

I want you to meet someone.

Rick Webber, this is Lou LaRod. He's a
writer.

How do you do, Mr. LaRod?

Webber here thinks he's a brilliant
director.

I'm letting him learn the truth at my
expense.

And listen, you add any expense of
directorial touch today, it's like, God,

Right now, he's, uh... He's finishing up
I Rip Your Flesh With Pliers Part 2.

The Return of Ethan.

From there, he goes right into
production on your screenplay.

I still don't know what it is I'm
writing.

It's called Werewolves in Heat.

The story is... Well, it's about this
horny werewolf. And every ten pages, you

put in some nudity, gory death, or both.

You can fill in the blanks with whatever
you want. Hell, I don't care. Be

creative. Hey, Phoebe.

Come on over here. I want you to meet
Lou.

Phoebe, love, this is Lou LaRod. He's
your next writer.

Haven't we met before?

Gee, I don't think so.

Oh, um, it must have been in another
life.

Phoebe's known as the Scream Queen.

She's the hottest star in horror as a
regular Doris Karloff.

Faraday International Pictures has her
under contract for six films.

Or six weeks, whichever comes first.

Okay, everybody, let's go back to work.

Come on, Webber, move your ass. Okay,
everybody back to work.

Good luck, stranger.

Honeybutt, you must be bored. Listen,
let me give you some money, and you go

some shopping, huh?

I want Mr. Lou to do my hair.

Oh, now, Angel, please.

Your hair looks beautiful.

Besides, I need Mr. Lou right now to
start working on his third project on

writing assignment.

Well, that's what you wanted, wasn't it?
To give him a job?

Yes. Well, then.

You better make time for me soon, Mr.
Lou.

My hair won't wait too long.

Oh, what a pain in the... I bet she's a
wild cat in a sack.

I'll say.

What was that?

How did you and Candy meet?

Well, I was in Denmark. I was on one of
those three -day package tours.

The historical brothels of Copenhagen.
Yeah, but don't you get any idea? She

a tour guide.

She said she'd never met anybody like me
before, but that's because she's got a

lot of European class, you know?

Well, the next thing I know, I find
myself in a 500 -year -old little

But you don't want to hear all of this.

Right now, we've got to discuss
business.

Uh, speaking of which, Mr. Faraday, I
was wondering if it might be possible to

get a small advance on my... Advance?

Advance? Get hired for ten minutes
already, you're a bloodsucker!

But I'm currently between apartments and
I've got no place to stay.

So you sleep here?

On the set?

No, up there. You can work there, too.
In the loft?

Don't worry, we'll do it up right for
you.

You just get these money ideas out of
your head.

Um, by the way, about my fee?

The pay is a flat -pot $400.

$400 for a screenplay?

Oh, I know. You've heard about what the
majors pay.

I mean, I can't even mention that
without gagging. And I'm not the majors.

Besides, you've got to have it finished
in 48 hours. 48 hours? That's right,

LeRod. Two days.

But look at it this way.

You get $200 a day.

$200.

$200!

I must be crazy, offing a putz like you
that kind of money. I'll take it.

All right.

I'm a sap and I'll probably regret it,
but you caught me in a generous mood.

Only just remember, I want to see every
penny on those pages.

Yes, sir. All 40 ,000 pennies.

Rolling.

Camera.

Action.

Team 3, this is Team 2.

I think I got the bastard for good this
time.

Can you hear me, Team 3?

Ethan is dead.

Let's move on.

Look around you, pal.

In this town, everybody's a
screenwriter.

Any one of these slavering jackals would
kill for the opportunity I'm giving

you.

This is the overall concept.

Nice work.

Thanks. Now, by putting him in clothes,
we would save money by not building a

full bodysuit.

Oh, that's fine, Froome.

And what about the head? Right over
here.

As you can see, it has a full range of
facial expressions.

Yeah, that's great. Just great.

What about this?

Oh, this is what I'm most proud of. This
is a fully mechanical torso.

Now, back here is the access plate to
all the transistors and diodes and

hydraulic, but I have it all hooked up
to a master controller.

Right here.

Now... This is the basic effect.

Oh, Froome, you've outdone yourself.

Now that's class.

Real class.

Thanks.

As you can see, I got editing equipment
up the wazoo.

I'll tell you something about editors.
They're like spoiled children. They

have every little tinker toy they lay
their eyes on.

And they gotta have bead cords.

They gotta have... Tiny corks.

They got a... What the hell is that?

Look at this.

Now this is the ultimate editor's play
toy.

It's called a split reel.

Ordinary reels aren't good enough for
them, no.

This is ten times as expensive.

Now this, this is what's known as a
flatbed editing machine.

It's a miracle of modern technology
designed to suck money out of my pocket.

Now, this is my staff editor, Mac.

Hi, Mac.

The name Todd.

Mac here is editing I Rip Your Flesh
With Pliers as fast as that asshole

can shoot it. Sounds efficient.

You're goddamn right it's efficient.

Picture gets cut twice as fast.

Plus, the director's stuck back on the
set so he doesn't have a chance to

Well, go on.

Show Lou what I'm paying you for.

Make a cut. Cut there.

I can't cut here. This scene plays in
one shot.

There's nothing to cut.

So you run the film back.

And you run it forwards at high speed. I
don't give a shit.

Impress the new guy.

Put on a show.

Who's that? I don't know. I can't tell
you.

They think they're so goddamn smart.

They don't know a fucking thing about
showmanship.

Hunched over a little weasel.

So, LaRod, you think you're getting all
of this?

Uh, yeah.

Showmanship.

Hunched over weasels.

Good, good. Now you just keep paying
attention.

I promise you by dinner time you'll know
everything you have to know about movie

making.

Have you heard this thing yet?

Mm -hmm. All right, what I want you to
keep in mind is that we're going for

stark raving terror here, all right? So
when the werewolf attacks you, scream

from your soul, okay?

Nothing?

And action.

And cut.

Thank you, Kim. You made a believer out
of me. If you could just give me your

picture and resume. We'll call you.

Have a nice day.

Next, girl!

Join yourself, LeRod.

To tell you the truth, I'm kind of
anxious to get started writing.

I bet you are.

Hello, Rowena?

Rowena.

Okay, I've... You've got a chance to
read the scene, right?

Come on, come on, speed it up. You're
not Captain Norma Ray here.

Okay, what I want you to remember is...
Slip it, Weber!

Now listen up, girlie. When the werewolf
attacks you, scream your tits off.

Okay, you with the glove. Action.

Good, good, good.

Give me the picture. Come on. Chop,
chop.

Excuse me, Mr. Faraday.

Call me King. Very impressive.

Nice. Good you can it, Weber, and keep
them moving.

Next, girl.

Your Highness, I mean King.

If I'm going to finish the screenplay, I
really need to get started.

Uh -uh. You're not sweating yet.

Ideas aren't percolating.

Now sit back and look for inspiration.

Hey, you there with the glove there,
don't wait for action. Just paw them

they pass.

Okay,

okay. Give me the picture.

King, I think I'm really pretty inspired
already.

Let's get this straight.

You work when I tell you.

And you look at tips when I tell you.

I know you writers.

The more time you have to fuck through
pages, the more time you sneak in themes

and meanings.

And what I want is good, fast -paced
crap.

That's my wife, you asshole.

Candy, Candy, baby, what are you doing
here?

Can't you see we're working?

Hi, Nurse Sweetums. That's why I'm here.

I thought I'd bring you some fresh, home
-brewed coffee.

You broke the cup.

Oh, God.

Is this a hell of a wife or what?

Here, I'll pour you a cup.

This girl looks promising.

Oh, you plastic idiot.

Oh. Excuse me, I've got to go to the
bathroom.

If only it were a kid with simple
lycanthropy.

If all that happened was I turned into a
wolf, that I could handle.

But it's more than that, Doctor.

I'm turning into... a werewolf.

Go away, Candy.

I'm working.

Look how tense you are.

You're panicking. Help me loosen up. I
can't loosen up. I have to deliver this

screenplay to King in 24 hours.

You won't be around to read it.

Oh, yes, he will. He's gonna live to
read this if I have to hogtie you.

Oh.

He's paying me $200 a day for my
services, Candy. Doesn't he at least

see what he's paying for?

It really turns me on when you get
angry.

Oh, no.

You're not working your sex magic on me
tonight.

I got too much writing on this
screenplay to let myself get distracted.

Peek -a -boo, Louie.

I'm not in the fucking mood, Candy.

Oh, you're a ten -finger typist.

All I can do is hunt and peck.

Oh, Candy.

That was great.

And these shorts, they're really
something.

Thanks.

But I got work to do.

Don't you even want to know why I came
here tonight?

I thought we just got that out of the
way.

No, you silly.

King wanted to see you.

That had to be over an hour ago.

Don't hurry.

We hate tardiness.

It would be so easy right now to do it.

Do it, Louis.

Do what?

Smother him.

Now while he's too drunk to struggle.

He has a bad heart, you know.

They said it was a heart attack.

No. Are you crazy?

Have you ever heard of forensic science?

They'll know it wasn't a heart attack.

You have a very negative attitude,
Louie.

He didn't ask you to bring me here
tonight, did he?

You wanted me here to help you kill him.

Is that so wrong?

You know I like it when we do things
together.

It's too bad they don't have co -ed
prisoners. We could do time together.

You're being silly.

Why would anyone suspect murder?

Homicide detectives are very suspicious
people.

They might suspect someone even as
innocent as you.

But you're the one who did it.

No, I didn't do it. It hasn't been done,
and I'm not going to do it.

Well, Mr. Lourad, my eyes are open now.

You've certainly had me fooled.

If I'd known you were so mean, I never,
never would have fallen in love with

you.

If you'll excuse me.

I have 70 pages of bone -chilling horror
to write by this time tomorrow.

Before you go, help me get him to bed.

I don't think that we will. I can't lift
him alone.

If you want to kill him, at least let
him have a good night's sleep.

Oh,

not this again.

How many times do I have to tell you I
don't feel like committing murder

tonight? You have to do it, Louie. We
may never get a chance like this again.

This isn't funny.

Doctor, are you crazy? I'm losing my
balance.

You're going to kill us both.

Not if you get out of the way.

Lola.

Oh, hi, Candy.

I mean, Mom.

Hello, Daddy.

Well, looks like I've been expelled
again.

What's the matter with Daddy?

Is he dead or just drunk?

What is this oddball?

Mr. Leroy, it's my hairdresser.

He's helping me put Daddy to bed.

Yes, I'm Mr. Lou. I compose symphonies
in hair.

With the help of your mother's scalp, of
course.

Stepmother, please.

I'm going to bed.

And my room better be exactly the way I
left it.

Yeah

Hey Lou, what's up?

What the hell's with all this noise?

I'm just getting set up for today's
shoot. We're doing a music video today.

A video?

That's right.

We're shooting one of those MTV things.

Every picture's gotta have one these
days.

If I rip your flesh, it's gonna have a
rock band in it. We're shooting them

today while we're waiting for you to
finish a goddamn script.

I can't write with all this noise.

Who the hell you can't?

I gotta listen to this shit. And I gotta
hang over like I got kicked in the head

by a goddamn bull elephant.

Now you get back to work, and I want to
see you at my house ten o 'clock tonight

with a finished shooting script.

Here, hold this.

that you've given to love.

Well, the women will hide how to win the
game.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come
on.

Look out. Oh, sorry.

I just brought you some coffee.

Oh, thanks. I was just on my way to get
some myself.

Still working like a maniac, huh?

You got that right.

Well, how's it going?

It's brilliant. Thinking brilliant.

Nothing wrong with it. The six weeks of
rewriting couldn't fix it.

Well, I'm not going to bug you. I just
thought you'd need a ten -second break.

Okay, your ten seconds dropped. You get
back to work. Right.

Thanks.

Daddy, it's that hairdresser guy.

What about time?

Now, did you finish it yet?

Right here.

Wait a minute, young lady. Where do you
think you're going?

Out dancing.

In your school uniform?

The boys seem to like it.

Yeah, all right. But you'll be home by 2
o 'clock.

Daddy, I'm 35 years old.

Oh, by the way...

My step -monster said to give you a
message.

She says for you not to leave until she
gets back.

Remember, two o 'clock.

You're going to get crazy.

You want a drink?

Yeah, thanks.

Is it brilliant?

Well, it needs some work.

It better goddamn well not need any more
work. We start shooting tomorrow.

I can rewrite it tonight.

Shut that piehole. I'm trying to read.

What the hell is this?

You think I'm made out of money?

What's this character?

Psychoanalyst?

No picture of mine is gonna have a
shrink in it.

I went to one of those assholes once.

With his blood -sucking scam in the
world.

If you think I'm going to pay you for
this pile of crap, you're dead wrong.

I've read some unreadable shit in my
life, but this is the worst.

Why didn't you just take a dump on the
pages?

Now I'll have to hire somebody to
rewrite while we shoot.

And as for you, I never want to see you
on my set again.

Now you're going to get no money, and
you're going to get no credit.

You're lucky I didn't have you arrested
for assault with a deadly weapon.

Candy was right about you.

What did you say?

You don't deserve to live.

No, I mean, what did you say about
Candy?

I said Candy's a great lay.

What? That's right.

I screwed your wife.

And what's more, she wants me to kill
you.

But I said, no, I can't take a human
life.

What I didn't realize is you're not
human.

You're more like some kind of slug that
excretes movies like a slime trail.

Mr. Faraday, are you okay?

Mr. Faraday!

Kane!

Kane!

Are you okay?

Louis, you did it.

I'm so glad it's over.

Now it's just the two of us. I didn't do
anything.

You don't have to pretend with me.

He had a heart attack.

With a little help from little Louis.

I heard what you said to him.

You're so clever.

It was horrible.

He just went... And then all of a sudden
he was just gone.

I think I'm going to throw up.

Not now, Louie. I'm too excited.

Jesus, Candy. Get a grip on yourself.

Where's the sense of human compassion
that your husband's stiffening in that

chair?

Look who's talking.

I have to figure out what to do with the
body.

You don't have to do anything to the
body. He died of natural causes.

All we have to do is call the police.

Oh, Louis, I have something terrible to
tell you.

Things have changed since last night.

I went through King's papers, and I
found the will.

It's as bad as the prenuptial agreement.

He left everything to Lola.

Well, that's too bad, isn't it? I hope
you get on good with the little

schoolgirl. Her?

She's always hated me.

She can't stand the idea that her
stepmother's younger and prettier than

Do you know what this means?

We have to hide the body.

Make it look like he's not dead at all.
Like he just ran away or something.

Ran away from what?

I don't know.

You're the writer.

Make up something.

You know, if Lola gets the money, your
precious little movie's not going to get

made.

Hello, Candy.

Mom. Hello, Daddy.

What's going on?

Don't disturb your father, Lola,
sweetheart.

He's had a very hard day.

Always. I'm going to bed.

This. I'm going to write a dummy into
the script and then have it get blown

Oh, Louis, you're a genius.

Jeez, talk about clawing your way into
showbiz.

Morning, everybody.

I'm on somebody else's prescription
uppers this morning, so please, no loud

noises or sudden movements.

Here it is, Werewolves in Heat.

What's our production schedule?

Six days.

Oh, we better get started.

Barry, you're AD and production manager,
right?

Right. Okay, we'd better break this down
this morning.

Looks like we have one day pre
-production, people.

Where's King?

King had to go to Chicago to talk to his
investors.

He said if we're not well into this by
the time he gets back, heads are going

roll. So who's in charge?

Well, you all know what to do.

Just do your jobs the way you do it.

If King were here breathing down your
neck.

And if you have any questions you just
can't answer, come to me.

The writer?

That's right.

The writer.

Now get your goddamn NASA thing gear,
you limp weenies, or there's gonna be

to pay!

Jeez, king number two.

You've got to stop seeing me, Debbie!

I'm turning into a sex -crazed animal!

That's what I've been waiting for!

I don't understand.

How did you see this paper right here?

Hey, Mr. Arthur.

Lou. I need to talk to you. Sure thing.

We'll hash this out later, okay?

What's up?

I want to talk to you about my
character.

Do you see me as cold?

Oh, no, not at all.

Not hard to get close to or, you know,
all business?

No, that's an interesting
interpretation, but I don't think it's

In fact, she's got to be exactly the
opposite. What are you talking about?

Look, Debbie is the emotional center of
the story. She's the one that takes the

werewolf beyond mere sexual
gratification.

No, wait a minute. I'm talking about my
character.

Oh.

Do you think this business is making me
hard?

It's not easy being a nudist. I don't
think you're hard.

You're just doing your job like a
professional.

Some people let their emotions run away
with them, and it gets them into nothing

but trouble.

Thanks, boss.

Whatever she told you, it's a lie. What?
I never said that she had to sleep with

me. I merely suggested that it might
help our work. I don't even know why

bringing you into it. I told her it was
just a joke.

See, we were... This isn't what it's
supposed to be like.

I'm the director, and I can't get away
with anything.

I have a rich, dead husband.

It really makes marriage fun.

Now I can do just what I want.

I think I'm going to have the whole
house painted pink.

Inside and out.

Won't that be wonderful?

Yeah, it'll be just like living in a
giant mouth.

There you go again, being negative.

You know, there are a lot of other pink
things in this world besides mouths.

I'm sorry, Candy. I've just been under a
lot of pressure.

Here, I need you to sign some more
checks under King's account.

I don't like spending so much money on
this movie.

Candy, we've been through all this.

Faraday Pictures is your source of
income.

And I need to spend money to make money.

You're a businesswoman now. You've got
responsibilities.

I don't want responsibilities.

I just want to go shopping.

Girls are supposed to have fun.

Candy?

What is it?

Where's Daddy?

He had to go to Chicago.

No way.

His suitcases are still in his room.

Well, that's where he said he was going.

Is somebody in there with you?

Of course not.

Let me in.

No. Why?

What are you trying to hide?

I'm naked.

And I don't want to give you an
inferiority complex.

Ah, can it, you stinking balloon
sculptor.

Quiet. This is a take. Scene 5A, take
one. And action. Oh, my God!

What's happening to you?

It's starting, Debbie!

Run!

Cut,

cut, cut. I said bigger.

Scene 5A, take 42.

Can't you control those air bladders?

Sorry, Rake.

Well,

I'd say it'll play.

Sure.

We could always retitle the movie Attack
of the Killer Acne.

Just a suggestion.

Just a little joke.

No, more of a suggestion.

You know, it's not too late to replace
you with an unpaid intern from one of

local film schools.

You catch my drift?

Yes. Yes what?

Yes, King.

All right, let's keep moving.

Make a cut. Cut right there.

Jesus, we gotta get back on schedule.

Hey, I can't get these jeans on over
this.

Jesus Christ, Barry, find an AD and buy
some baggy pants.

What about this guy? He's not doing
anything except hitting up on Phoebe.

not him. He's not part of the crew.

Then who the hell is he?

He's Phoebe's spiritual advisor and
psychic nutritionist. He calls himself

Brother Ron of the Church of Rolls.

Rolls, like in Rolls Royce?

No, R -O -L -S.

It stands for Ron's Own Little System.

You don't want to mess with him. He's
got some kind of psychic hold over

Insult him and she might walk off the
picture.

By the way, he's also a personal
manager.

Hi there.

You were great in that scene.

Thanks, boss.

Vice boss, please. I'm just King's
representative.

Well, you're the only boss we have on
this.

You're the writer.

That's me.

What do you know of werewolves?

Do you know what causes lycanthropy?

I'll tell you.

Improper diet.

Gee, I didn't know that. I'll tell you
something else.

The werewolf craves human flesh.

But that's the worst thing for him. Uh
-huh.

Cannibalism is devastating to the human
immune system.

The lycanthrope thinks he's a wolf, but
in reality, he's a human, undergoing a

violent allergic reaction.

So in essence, his taste buds are out of
whack.

I was a werewolf in a previous life.

Luckily, I was able to assist on a bean
curd human flesh substitute or I could

have incurred a substantial karmic
penalty Brother Ron aren't you gonna be

for your seminar?

This movie may go over well with your
average teen audience, but real

are gonna laugh it off the screen

Seems to know what he's talking about.

He wants to give me injections from the
pituitary glands of female beavers.

He says it'll help my career.

What do you think?

You're Mr. Lew, right? Are you in charge
here? Yeah. Listen, we need to talk.

This isn't a good place to talk.

I am really worried about Daddy. I
haven't seen or heard from him in two

I'm sure he's fine.

But I need money.

Can't Candy write you a check on her
account? Oh, you gotta be kidding. She

wouldn't give me a nickel.

And she's been acting really weird
lately, too. All snotty and superior.

You don't think she did something to
Daddy, do you?

Candy?

No, wait. She couldn't hurt a fly.

Ew, this dummy smells like shit.

This film's not in smell -o -rama, is
it? Oh, no, no. But I guess you could

this is full of shit.

Um, actually, it's just a dummy full of,
uh, Jalignite, the smelly explosive.

Look, he can't just come in here. You
LaRod? No.

Then shut up. I'm Lou LaRod.

Our boss wants to talk to you. Who's
your boss? Who?

Stefan Stangulian.

Isn't that a hot laconic song?

Listen, LaRod.

Our boss is a friend of your boss.

And your boss would want you to come
talk to our boss.

So you're going to come easy or painful?

You don't come to the set and make
threats.

How's it going to be?

Gee, the Stangulian sounds fascinating.
I can't wait to meet him.

I'm calling the police. No, just, I'll
be okay. Just don't fall behind

Keep shooting.

All right, now do that one again there.

Yeah, that's good, that's good. I'll
tell you what, do that Hans and Franz

thing, you know, where your arms shape
an O like that. Oh, that's good.

Oh, that's good. Oh, that's good.

That's really, that's it, that's nice.

Oh, that is really nice.

Huh?

Oh, hey.

Hey, that was quick. You must be Lou
LaRod, huh? Really glad you've come,

You must be. Yeah, I'm Gersh. Gersh
Steffenstein, Gullion.

Lou. Why don't you come over here and
sit down? Come on.

Yeah.

Yeah. Put it there, Lou. Put it there.

Yeah, one of the real pleasures of my
life, Lou, is meeting new people.

When you run out of people to meet, you
just sign up for some new ones.

Yeah.

Sabina, would you please offer our guest
the California sparkling water?

Can I tell you, Louis, I love L .A.

And it happens every time, too.

I mean, just look at these things.

Sometimes I think I should maybe move my
operations out here, you know, but I

don't know.

Deep at heart, I think I'm just a
Midwest type of guy.

Oh, really?

I'm from the Midwest myself.

Yes.

I know.

Bloomington, Indiana.

over my face.

Well, when someone catches my attention,
Lewis, I like to learn as much about

them as I can. You know, it sort of
gives me that extra edge, if you know

mean.

Mr. Stanglian?

Gersh.

Gersh.

Well, that's getting pussy.

What's this all about?

Well, I think you know, Lewis.

I do?

Okay, okay, I'll buy a timeshare. Just
give me my toaster and let me get out of

here. You want us to stall him now?

I hate when I have to act a
stereotypical mobster.

Where is King Faraday?

He's in Chicago visiting his investors.

No.

No? No, I am his Chicago vet.

Now, he owes me a great amount of money
at 80 % interest, Louis.

He fairly finances his movies with loan
shark money? Please, please.

I prefer to consider myself the lender
of last resort.

And you have killed my best customer,
Louis.

Oh, wait a minute.

Candy put you up to it?

That's right.

That's right. I know all about Candy.

Candy's been trying to pull this game
out with different guys ever since she

married King.

Never thought you'd find anyone stupid
enough to throw in with her.

Until you.

No, wait a minute.

If King Faraday isn't in Chicago with
his investors, then I don't know what's

going on.

But you're beginning to catch on, aren't
you, Lou?

You know, when people lie to me...

I don't have my grip on children.

But, I don't know, maybe you are telling
me the truth.

I always like to look on the good side
of things for as long as I can.

But, when I do find out the truth, I
mean, I just can't have people running

around killing my golden geese, can I?

I just have to kill somebody.

You okay?

Oh, yeah.

Turns out this Dungoolian guy is just a
reporter for Premier Magazine.

I'm feeling kind of queasy.

Hey, Luke.

Are you okay?

Listen, I can't talk now.

I have to go.

You look terrible. Something bad's
happened, hasn't it?

Yeah.

But I can't talk about it.

I gotta go.

If there's anything I can do, just let
me know.

I think you're getting all upset over
nothing.

Nothing?

As soon as this guy finds out the king
isn't coming back, he's going to kill

Maybe you should go into hiding.

Yeah, right.

Leave you with king's money and me out
with a contract on my life. No thanks.

You know, it's too bad he didn't mention
what he's going to do to you.

He's had his eye on you for some time,
did you know that?

And he also told me that you've been
trying to get other guys to do this

me. A lot of other guys.

How do you know that?

I'd like to meet this Mr.

Sangoon.

Gosh, is that French?

This guy is not a potential new
boyfriend. This guy is mafia.

Now, if we don't stick together on this,
we're going to wind up as part of the

concrete foundation of a union
headquarters.

How do you think that...

Deborah Winger and Meryl Streep got to
be where they are.

Not with beaver injections.

How do you know?

Phoebe, I need to talk to you alone.

Sure.

Brother Ron, would you mind leaving for
a few minutes?

I'll send my mind out of the room.

No, leave in person and take your mind
with you.

You can't break the psychic link between
us.

Anything he tells you will just be
downloaded into my brain.

I learned that from my dog trainer.

What's up?

You asked me if I needed help?

Uh -huh.

Well, how far are you willing to go?

Why? Who'd you kill?

For a second, I didn't recognize him
because he wasn't yelling.

Oh, I guess you weren't kidding.

And I swear to you, he died of natural
causes.

But nobody's going to believe that now.

Stangoolian sure won't. I assume you
have a plan?

If King is found dead, or even if he's
just disappeared, Stangoolian's going to

call it murder and nail me for it.

Unless... Unless what?

Unless Stangoolian thinks that he's the
one who killed King.

I have a scheme, but I can't pull it off
alone.

Sounds like fun.

Before applying the plaster, make sure
that your subject is relaxed and

comfortable.

Check.

Draws up the nose so he can breathe.

I guess we can skip that.

It's ready.

You know, it would have been smarter to
bring Mitch in on this instead of me.

I guess I'm just a romantic at heart.

So are you gonna do this? You bet.

Smear away.

Yeah?

Hey, you chicken shit bastard.

Try saying that to my... Oh, wait.

Hey, boss.

I think it's King. He sounds like he's
been drinking for days.

King?

Is that you, King?

Well, you limp weenie.

I got a favor to ask you. It's kind of
personal.

I want you to nip the warts off my fat
behind.

Can you do that for me, old pal? You
think you can handle that?

Yes.

I think I can do something about your
warty behind, King.

But not over the phone.

Where are you, King?

Don't tell yourself short, King.

You're pretty dumb.

You know, buddy, I've been doing a lot
of drinking.

And I've been doing a lot of thinking.

You know what I'm thinking now? I don't
owe you a goddamn cent.

Are you Welshing on your loans?

It's time us law -abiding citizens
started standing up to cheap boys like

I'm losing my cheerfulness.

King, you cheap Hollywood sleazeball.
When I find you... You're not gonna find

me, you mafia reject.

As soon as I leave this soundstage, I'm
going far, far... Oh,

Nelly. I must have got some bad bourbon.

Oh, Mr.

Lister. No, no way. I mean, you never
leave this car behind.

Something is not right.

I got you covered, asshole. Drop your
gun.

I said drop them or you're dead meat.

I'm warning you, King.

You are messing with my good humor.

Oh, that sounds real goddamn scary
coming from the asshole that just walked

my trap.

Listen, what do you think you're doing?

I'll tell you what I'm doing. I'm wiping
you off my ass for good.

Look, calm down, King, huh?

Why don't we talk this thing out?

Talk is over, pal.

It's shooting time.

Hey!

Don't let that bastard get away!

Don't wait for me, you idiot! I've
been...

SHUT UP!

This is Steve Gubbing with the Channel 4
Headline News, Rick. This just in.

Murder in Tinseltown.

Prolific B -movie producer King Faraday
was blown up in his Rolls Royce early

this morning in what police are calling
a mob -style hit.

More on this and other breaking stories
on the Channel 4 News at 5.

Wait a second.

Mr. Stangellion would like to talk to
you.

Looks like I owe you an apology, huh?

Hey, no, really.

No, that's okay. Listen, I can't stop
the chat now.

I have to get on back to Chicago.

But I got a business proposition for
you, Lewis.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. I'm thinking of moving my
operations out here permanently, getting

the loan sharking business and maybe
producing movies.

Really? I got a bunch of fives, tens,
twenties lying around.

You think maybe you could finance a
slate of films with six tons of small

Sure. Great.

Great. Well, listen, we'll talk some
more when I get back on my feet. Listen,

how are you getting along with my evil
twin?

I'm sorry?

My twin. My twin brother, Steve.

Come on, you know who that is. I mean,
he speaks very highly of you, has a lot

of complimentary remarks about you.

Our Steve?

Steve Steinway?

That's right, Steve Steinway. Yeah, he
had to change his name when he went into

show business, you know?

Family. The man did it.

Anyway, he was always the black sheep of
the family.

He never really fit in back at the
complex, no.

Hey, he is a dynamite actor.

That's what King always used to say.

King.

Yeah, that King, huh?

You know, he was really a pain in the
ass King, but... Pain in the ass, get

Pain in the ass.

Yeah,

but he always had a real good taste for
acting.

I'm glad to see that you do, too.

It's called Hell Babe, and it's about
this alien creature that comes to Earth

the form of a Hollywood sex bomb to
entrap men and destroy them.

Oh, gee, I don't know. That sounds like
a downer.

Well, it's played for laughs.

Candy, let's find that thing.

How? You're going to hide me. Hide you
from what? From her.

Candy, there you are, you naughty girl.

What's going on here?

Candy, give me the key.

I won't. What is this?

I'm selling the T -Bird.

I don't think it's right for a widow to
be driving a car like that.

She's just doing it because she hates
me.

Oh, now, Mother, you know I don't hate
you.

I'm just trying to look out for you in
your declining years. You can't have my

car.

You know, all your clothes are at my
house.

A lot of hard -to -replace ensembles.

If you don't give me those keys, I might
just decide you need a whole new look.

Tacky, maybe.

Do something, Louis. Oh, no, no way.
This is between you and Lola. Family

matter. I'm out of this completely.

Give me the keys.

Or would you rather I arrange a nice
pink...

Bonfire. Candy.

Candy, I've got people out there waiting
for me.

She's mean. She makes me do housework.

Well, you're living in her home on her
money.

It's my money. I don't care what any old
will says.

Even if the lawyer said I can't write
checks or have credit cards anymore,

my money. I earned it.

Did you know she had me on an allowance?

Well, you're a big girl. Why don't you
move out?

I'd be homeless.

We have to kill her.

Goodbye, Candy.

You know, I know things that you'd want
to keep a secret.

Anything you know that could hurt me
would hurt you just as bad.

That depends who I tell.

Gersh Stefan Steingullion, for instance.

I bet he'd be interested to know that
King died three whole days before he got

blown up.

Uh, the guys had to leave.

They said we could meet later for
drinks.

So, Candy, what's cooking?

Think about what I said.

Human again, huh?

She's got murder on the brain.

She could get us killed.

Too bad she doesn't have a heart
condition.

Louie, we have got to get rid of her.

Oh, it's back to Louie.

Bye -bye.

Bye.