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[serene orchestral music]

- Just please, Jon, promise me you won't talk

about football all night, bore everyone to tears.

- For your information, Martin just happens to be a sports fan.

Sports just happens to be something I know about.

- If you must talk about sports,

then talk about tennis, or polo, or something.

- I don't know about tennis, or polo, or something.

Besides, we were invited out for an evening of games

and I assume that means bridge.

- Of course, it means bridge, but just be careful what you say.

We're going to be under a microscope all night and I want us to make

the best impression we can.

- Amy, Martin Van Nostrand doesn't care what impression we make.

He's really not that way.

I assume that we were invited out there because we're good bridge players.

- Really, Jon?

You are being looked at for a vice presidency and you know it.

-L'm happy with the job I have.

- Jon, you are the best stock analyst on Wall Street,

but are you the material that vice presidents are made of?

- What does that mean?

- Well, being good at yourjob is one thing,

but being socially acceptable is quite another.

Just be on your toes.

Whatever happens, turn on the charm to his wife.

I can take care of Martin.

[sultry music]

[disconcerting music]

[bell dings]

- Thank you.

[disconcerting music]

- I knew they were rich, but not this rich.

- Fifty rooms, but it's home.

- For God's sakes, Jon, be serious. flaughs]

- They're waiting for you in the drawing room.

- Oh, wonderful. - Well, let's go.

Amy, look.

[softjazz music]

[indistinct conversation]

- Jon, so nice to see you.

- Hello, Martin.

- Amy, happy to see you again.

- Martin, same here.

-L'd like you both to meet my wife, Elaine.

- Hello, it's a pleasure, finally. - Oh, Jon.

- Hello, Elaine. - Delighted to meet you at last.

Martin tells me you're one of the brightest young men

on Wall Street.

- Is that so, Martin? - Please, darling, you'll embarrass him.

- Oh, nonsense.

It's always nice to know that you're well thought of.

Isn't that so, Jonathan?

- Yeah, I guess so.

I just try to do the best job I can with the equipment I have.

- Oh, I bet you're very well-equipped.

- Tell me, Amy, do you like bridge?

- Oh, yes,

I adore bridge. - Yes?

- Yes. Actually, Amy and I are both very good bridge players.

- Oh, really? - I know.

- Yes, Victor. What is it?

- This evening's paper, sir.

I'm afraid there's trouble in Europe.

- Nothing, just as I expected.

Unavoidable, I suppose.

Thank you, Victor.

- Oh, no, dear.

Do you suppose the Levitzky family will be all right?

They were so kind to us on our trip to Warsaw last summer.

- What the hell is he talking about?

- I don't know, darling.

-It's probably some kind of game.

Just play along.

-L'm afraid the lives of individuals are going to be quite unimportant now.

We can't allow ourselves to think of the Levitskys.

Not the Duvals, or the Smiths,

or GVGH OUFSGWGS.

At this very moment,

Hitler's gangsters are dancing the hideous gavotte of war

across the face of gentle Poland.

Yes.

Germany will spin her web of blood and steel until nation is pitted

against nation,

continent against continent, 'til the whole world

is swallowed up in global holocaust.

-L'm so sorry this had to happen tonight, but Martin's been expecting it

for some time now, ever since the annex of poor Austria,

but maybe if we got him involved in some sort of a game,

something to raise his spirits.

- Oh, you mean bridge?

- No,dean

I think something a bit more diverting.

Just leave it to me,

but you must promise

that whatever I do,

you'll play along no matter what.

- Oh, of course, Elaine, anything to make Martin feel better.

[sultry music]

- Martin, there's really nothing we can do about Europe tonight.

Why don't we play a little game to take our minds off it?

- Yes, Martin, how about a game?

- How can we think of games

when at this very moment,

businessmen, farmers,

and just plain Joes from all over America

are flocking to enlist to save helpless Europe?

- Yes, Martin, but it will make me feel better.

It'll help me take my mind off it.

You know how war upsets me so.

- All right, dear. If it would make you feel better,

what sort of game should we play?

- Oh, I don't know.

It should be something dangerous, something risky.

- I know. How about charades?

- Jon? - That's not risky, Jon.

- Sorry.

- How about a confessing game?

We all confess something and then we draw ballots

on whose was best and whose was worst.

- I like that.

What should we confess? I mean, it has to be something --

- Personal?

- Yes, personal. Something very personal.

- Well,

if it's personal,

what could be more personal than sex?

[coughing]

Sorry.

- What could be more personal than sex?

- Confess what? - Why,

your deepest, most hidden sexual fantasies,

of course.

We all have them.

God knows I do.

- I think we ought to be going.

It's getting late. - Jon.

We have to do no such thing.

You'll have to excuse Jon.

He has a strange sense of humor.

Continue, Elaine, please.

- Each one of us tells the group his or her favorite sexual fantasy

and then we vote according to whose we like best

and whose we like least.

- I like that idea.

Who shall start it off?

Amy, would you like to get the ball rolling,

so to speak?

- I think I should be the one to start it off.

After all, it was my idea, so I guess I'll be the first.

It's hard to single out one in particular.

Wait a minute, there is one that keeps recurring.

Oh, God, where do I begin?

Have you ever felt bad?

I mean, so good that you feel badly afterwards.

Sort of a guilt thing.

I almost have this deep need to be punished.

Not for anything in particular that I've done,

just everything I've ever done in my whole life.

I'm on my knees in a dark room.

There are men in hoods carrying candles,

sort of like a religious ceremony, filing by me.

They are there to witness my penance.

There is strange organ music playing.

It is all quite dark and eerie, like a church with no altar.

I feel I am the altar.

I am to be sacrificed.

The punishment is mine.

[banging]

- Help me.

Somebody help me.

Please, let me out.

Somebody help me.

Somebody get me out of here.

Let me out of here.

Somebody help me.

[screaming]

Thank you for coming to my humiliation.

Thank you for coming to my humiliation.

Thank you for coming to my humiliation.

I know what your purpose is. The cleansing of my soul.

This must be done through the sacrifice of my body

to the purpose of your will.

I am your slave.

My mouth is your receptacle.

[dramatic organ music]

- Oo, fuck me.

Oh, fuck me.

Oh, fuck me. Fuck me.

Yes.

Don't let my asshole escape your grasp.

Do it with your will.

Hurt me.

Hurt me.

Fuck me, I'm shit.

I'm scum.

Fuck me. Ram it 'til it bleeds.

Fuck me.

Fuck.

[moaning]

- Amazing.

Is that something you go through very often?

- Just when I'm feeling sort of naughty.

- Incredible

that you could be so open about something that's so --

- Dirty?

- No, not dirty.

Something so --

- That's all right.

It goes beyond dirty.

It's downright filthy.

- You pulled off quite a neat little trick with that fantasy of yours.

- How do you mean?

- On the surface, one could imagine that you were actually being punished.

Whereas, in actuality, that wasn't the case at all.

It would seem like some sort of ritualistic sexual penance

meted out to you by others as a punishment

for something you did that was wrong.

- Oh, please, go on.

- Yes, do.

- Well, it'sjust that simply wasn't the case.

The men in your fantasy had no voices.

You kept saying you were sacrificing yourself to their will.

In fact, they had no will at all.

They were doing exactly what you told them to do,

following your orders.

They were, in fact, your slaves.

Yes, a very neat trick.

You were being punished for enjoying being punished.

- Punishment and reward are the same thing if you just happen to enjoy

the punishment?

- Yes.

Actually,

all your fantasy really comes out to be is you instructing four men

to do things to you that you like,

but the idea of it is so bizarre,

you put it in the form of punishment.

- Not more bad news.

-L'm afraid so, sir.

- Oh, no.

France has surrendered to Gauls in England.

- Only an hour ago, they invaded Poland.

- Oh, but Germans are very industrial people.

Martin always says so, don't you, dear? - Shut up, Elaine.

- Martin, what do you think will happen?

- I don't know, Amy.

I spoke to the Prime Minister just three weeks ago.

He assured me that England can hold out, but not alone.

I suppose this means we'll be in it soon.

- Oh, no.

- Thank you, Victor.

- Oh, let's stop all this ugly war talk and get on with the game.

- You're right, Elaine. There's nothing we can do about it anyway.

I believe it's your turn, Jon.

- Oh, come on, Jon.

I want to hear your fantasy.

- Yes, Jonathan, make it a good one.

- Let's see.

I feel silly doing this.

I haven't even told anyone, not even you, Amy.

There is one that,

well, that I've had several times.

It always starts off with making financial arrangements

with this prostitute.

Anyway, I'm not just fucking this prostitute,

she is part of a charade.

I pay her and then I tell her that I'm going

to return later, with a girlfriend,

and then somehow, it is later, and this girl

and I enter the room,

and there's a bed

and chair.

She lies down on the bed, and I sit on the chair,

and then suddenly,

a figure appears in the shadows.

A man in a tuxedo.

He walks toward the bed

and then suddenly, I see that it's not really a man,

but the prostitute dressed up as a man.

He comes over and undresses the girl,

and then pulls out this huge dildo

out of his pants.

Is that enough?

- That will be. Thank you.

- You sure exactly what I want now?

- I understand.

Don't worry.

_Qkay.

[moody orchestral music]

[moaning]

[moody orchestral music]

[moaning]

[moaning]

[moaning]

[moaning]

_H6y,

haven't you forgotten something?

- What?

- This.

Suck my cock.

Come on, suck it.

Faster.

Harder.

Take it all in.

[dramatic orchestral music]

[moaning]

[serene orchestral music]

[moaning]

- Take that cock out of your mouth.

It's your turn now.

I'm going to fuck you.

How does that feel?

[moaning]

Yes. A little more.

Push it in.

- How does a wide cock feel, splitting your ass?

Huh?

You like it?

Huh? Want it harder?

Want it further in?

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

- Scream out.

Scream with pleasure.

[laughing]

Does it feel good?

[moaning]

- Does it feel very strong?

[moaning]

- Enough?

Huh?

-L'm going to cum.

- Make you want to cum?

[moaning]

- Well, that's it.

- Jon, I think that's incredibly sexy.

Why haven't you ever told me before?

- Amy, if he told you about it,

you'd want to act them out

and it wouldn't be a fantasy anymore.

- Isuppose.

- I think it's quite amazing how we tend to hide our desires even from ourselves.

Jon, you played the same trick with your fantasy as I played with mine.

It's quite obvious you have homosexual tendencies.

- Now, wait a minute, Elaine.

- No, Jon, hear me out.

It's quite normal to have homosexual tendencies.

We all have them.

I'm sure that, basically, you're quite heterosexual.

There's really nothing wrong with being curious about having a thing

with someone of your own sex.

Except you worked it out in a way that you didn't have to admit it.

It was all quite clever.

- What do you mean?

- What Elaine means is that Jon managed to have a homosexual experience

without having any men present.

First, you set up two women

and you sit down and watch them.

You were approving of a homosexual experience.

Then you suck on a piece of rubber, which is in the shape of a cock,

only it's attached to a woman, so that makes it all right.

- Go on. - Well, the fucking was

under the same disguise.

You manage to suck a cock and get fucked in the ass,

all while there are

no men around.

I think that's quite a feat.

As a matter of fact, I think that's one of the best fantasies I've ever heard.

- Really?

Jon,

I never knew.

I always thought that I was enough for you.

- Oh, Amy, for Christ's sake.

Well, Martin,

what about your fantasy?

- Yes, Martin, let's hear yours.

- I have nothing to hide.

Let's see.

Ijust want to be sure I have a good one for you.

First, I should give you some background.

Now, my family has had

money for as long as anyone can remember,

S66.

When I was in prep school,

I wanted to go out for the boxing team,

but my mother thought boxing

was disgusting.

I used to watch these old John Garfield movies

and I was sure I was being deprived of my rightful calling,

being the heavyweight champion of the world.

- What does that have to do with sex?

-L'm getting to that.

See, I'm sitting in the dressing room,

waiting for the fight, the big fight with the champ.

I'm the number one contender.

Name's Kid Kelly.

- Oh, look sharp, kid.

Faraday's here.

I better go over.

Work on the right, kid.

Work on the right.

- Gee, Mr. Faraday, it's really great to see you.

It's an honor to have you here.

I mean it, an honor.

We don't get a chance to see you come down here to Waltham.

- Come by to see how my investments are coming along, Murray.

No objections, I hope.

- Oh, no, Mr. Faraday.

It's an honor, a real honor. I really mean it.

The boys are all happy when you come down to see them.

Gives them a real shot in the arm, you know what I mean?

They're dying to meet you.

Come on.

- This is Killer Bronsky.

Tough as nails, Mr. Faraday.

Tough as nails.

Show them the left, Killer.

Left, right, left, right.

What did I tell, you Mr. Faraday?

Tough as nails.

- We came to see the kid, Murray.

- The kid, of course.

The kid. How stupid of me.

He's really doing great, Mr. Faraday.

Really doing great. What a right this kid has,

like Dempsey.

He's got a right like Dempsey and a left like Robinson.

He's going to be a champ, Mr. Faraday.

He's going to be the next champ.

- Do you think we can see for ourselves, Murry?

- Of course. Right.

You want to see him for yourself.

Well, he's doing really great.

You picked a great time, Mr. Faraday.

He's in top shape.

Top shape. Hey, kid.

Look who's come all the way to see you?

Mr. Faraday come to see you special.

- Mr. Faraday. - Hello, kid.

- What did I tell you?

Top shape.

- Murry here says you're going to be the next champ, kid.

- Is that so?

- Well, I don't know, boy.

Is it?

- Who's going to beat me, Mr. Faraday?

- Cocky, too. - Oh, he didn't mean nothing by it,

Mr. Faraday.

Honest, he didn't mean nothing by it.

- I like a cocky fighter, kid.

It shows that they're sure of themselves.

A great fighter has to be sure of himself.

Ain't that so, Lola?

- Sure, honey. - You see, kid?

Lola here says it so.

A great fighter,

a champion, has got to be a little more than just cocky.

He's got to be... well, he's got to be smart.

- Oh, this is one smart fighter, Mr. Faraday.

This is one smart fighter.

- Murry, don't you have something to do?

- No, Mr. Faraday.

- Well, find something to do, will you?

The kid and I have something to talk over in private.

- Wait a minute. I've got no secrets from Murry.

- It's okay, kid.

Mr. Faraday here is a real fine gentleman.

This is a smart boy, Mr. Faraday.

He's a smart boy.

- Are you a smart boy, kid?

Up to now, you've just been getting by,

but now you've got a crack at the championship.

You're very young for such an opportunity,

kid.

Most fighters have to wait more.

- I beat all the contenders.

- Sure you did, kid.

Sure you did.

You're just so young.

You'll get another opportunity, kid.

I'll see to it. In a year or two,

I'll see to it.

- I don't understand, Mr. Faraday.

- Well, let me spell it out for you.

I've got a lot of money invested in this fight.

The bookmakers have made you an 8 to 5 favorite.

If you win, I stand to lose a lot of money, kid.

I don't like to lose money.

Ain't that so, Lola?

- Sure, honey.

- I don't throw fights for nobody.

- But you will.

You have no choice.

It's lose the fight or never fight again.

Now, while you're mulling over these possibilities, kid,

I got some business to take care of.

Lola, you stay here and wait for me, will you?

Watch the kid work out.

While I'm gone, kid, think it over.

You'll come around.

You all do.

- Better do what he says, kid.

- You fucking whore.

- H6Y-

H9)'-

- Get in.

I got the place for you here. - Stop it.

- Here she is, fellas. I got something for you.

Hey, what do you think, huh?

- Stop it.

- Hey, fellas, I got something for you.

How about that, huh?

- Hey, Kelly, what the fuck are you doing now, man?

- Hey, Kelly, this is Faraday's bitch, man.

- He's right, this is Faraday's bitch.

- We could get really fucked around by this.

- He sure is when I tell him. - You're right.

Okay.

We're going to treat her nice.

Faraday's bitch, you deserve a carpet for your knees.

- You're out of your fucking mind, man.

- Get on your fucking knees.

You guys want to join? Join? All right. Get the fuck out.

I don't care.

- He's fucking crazy, but I think he's right.

All right, killer.

- You're going to do what I tell you to do. - No.

- Listen, you fucking cunt, you're going to do what I tell you to do.

Suck on it.

That's right.

- Well, if he's going to get some -- - Might as well.

-- We might as well get some too.

- That's the right idea.

- Absolutely.

- We're here to have fun, aren't we?

[upbeat jazzy music]

[moaning]

- That's it.

- You need a little help with these pants, kid?

- Get this shit off here.

- That's a good idea.

Move those garter belts out of the way.

Panties, too.

- Suck.

- Down your throat.

[upbeat music]

[moaning]

- Oh, baby. Good.

[moaning] [upbeat music]

- Now, let's get this cunt in the locker room

and fuck the shit out of her. - That's a good idea.

- Come on. - All right, Kelly.

Hey' What are YOU guys doing? Are you crazy?

This is Faraday's broad.

- Hey, you want some? - Come on.

What's the matter with you? She's great.

- You want some? She's good.

- You guys eat it?

- We're going to get our assess busted.

- Come on, look. It's good.

Come on. - What?

You guys been drinking? What the hell are you on?

- Listen, guys, forget about him.

Put her on me. Come on.

- All right.

[upbeat music]

[moaning]

- Right in her pussy.

Kid, you want to fuck her a little bit?

- Sure. - All right.

Come out here, kid.

- Move over for me, kid. - Yes, move over.

- Let the kid get in there.

- Come on. Faraday's bitch deserves it.

[moaning]

- Both of us at the same time.

Come on. Come on, kid.

[upbeat music]

[moaning]

- Cock.

Oh, I love cock. - Suck it, baby.

Suck it good, baby.

- You like the one in your ass? - Oh, yes.

- Yes, baby. Yeah, baby.

[moaning]

- You like it in your ass, huh?

[moaning]

- Make me cum. [moaning]

- Fuck the bitch. Come on, fuck the bitch.

Yes, suck that cock.

Come on, suck it.

[moaning]

- This is a smart fighter, Mr. Faraday.

This is a smart fighter.

[upbeat music]

- That headline ran in every newspaper across the country.

- That's quite a job you did on Lola.

- That wasn't Lola.

- Jon, of course that was Lola.

She was the only girl there.

- No, let him go on.

I think he's on the right track.

- Well,

I can see how frustrated Kid Kelly must've been.

Well, especially having worked so hard to get to the top and then being told

by some gangster that --

- Hey, Mr. Faraday.

- M r. Faraday.

Being told by Mr. Faraday that he had to lose.

- Go on.

- Well, I can also see you as a boy, Martin,

wanting to become a boxer, yet being frustrated by your family,

especially your mother,

and you got to fuck in your own class with Lola.

Or more specifically, Martin,

you're a motherfucker.

- Jon.

- No. It's all right, Amy.

I think you got it, Jon.

- Well, Jonathan, that's positively brilliant.

I never realized Martin was a motherfucker.

- Well... [laughter]

- Yes, Victor, what is it?

- Good news from Europe, sir.

[martial snare drum beats]

- Normandy.

Everybody said it would be [indistinct]. Normandy, of course.

[laughing]

- I think Kid Kelly is ready for the rubber truck.

- Oh, thank you, Victor.

- Well, is that good news, Martin?

- Good news? Boy, that's incredible.

I'd like to propose a toast.

- Oh, thank you, dear.

- I have a really big glass.

- A toast for the beginning of the end for Nazi Germany.

[glasses clink]

- With news like this, we should all be in absolutely wonderful spirits

to hear your fantasy, Amy.

- Yes, Amy.

We haven't heard your fantasy yet. - Yes.

Come on, Amy. We've all told ours.

- Oh, I couldn't.

- Oh, for Christ's sake, Amy.

Now, I did it.

- We all have.

- Amy, it's just a game.

Games have rules.

We don't want to break the rules now, do we?

- Oh.

Well, all right.

Oh, it's starting that's the hard part.

Well,

it begins in another time and another country.

It's 18th century England.

I'm a young peasant girl filling a water bucket by a stream,

and suddenly, I hear the sound of approaching horsemen.

[somber music]

[men singing]

- Blimey, lads.

What have we here? -lt's the strangest bushes I've seen

in all of Sussex. - Aye.

In all of England then.

- What do we do with a bush so fine?

- Well, I'd put me sword through it. - Right in the center.

- You'll be doing no such thing.

- Oh, me lads, me thinks it's alive.

- Blimey, I think it's a creature of the opposite sex

I've heard so much about.

- And lost, by the look of the poor creature.

-L'm not lost.

If you don't go away,

I'll get the bite of my father's sword upon you.

- Oh, perish the thought. - Little devil.

- Aye, perish the thought, my lady of the bush.

It's only your welfare that concerns us.

Have you no care about your own safety?

Why, we've heard there are highwaymen in this woods.

- Aye, blackguards and cutthroats.

- Criminals. - Worse.

Loathsome enemies of King George who would stop at nothing to defile

the honest virtue of a lady such as yourself.

- I can take care of myself quite nicely, thank you.

- Aye. Well, then, perhaps your ladyship would be kind enough to guide

three such loyal and honest subjects of the king

to some public place nearby.

Where we can fill our traveled stomachs with some honest food and drink.

- Aye, and rest our weary bones.

- And seek the comradeship of honest travelers,

like ourselves.

- Well, if it's an honest meal you'd be wanting,

it's The Wild Boar where you'd be going.

- Ah, The Wild Boar.

It sounds like just the place.

If you could but guide us there, we would reward you threefold.

- Aye, threefold.

- Well,

all right.

You must get me back by moonrise.

- Aye, here is to King George.

Aye, King George.

Oh, it's good and gentle, Beth.

Come join us and make merry.

- Join the likes of you?

I think not.

I'll wager you haven't a farthing between you.

- A lot. Why, they've got gold and lots more.

- Ah, my good man, a sovereign for the Wench.

There's a sovereign for your trouble.

- A gold sovereign? Why didn't you say so?

You've got gold, do you?

- Aye, and plenty more where that came from.

[iaunty music]

- What are we waiting for?

- Aye, you're right.

- N ow, that's better.

[iaunty music]

- Put that wherever you want.

[moaning]

[iaunty music]

[moaning]

- Oh, that feels so good in me.

[moaning]

- Oh, yes.

[moaning]

Oh, fuck me.

[moaning]

[moaning]

[iaunty music]

[moaning]

_AmY,

Vou?

I would never have dreamed.

- I think it's simply delicious.

- Yes.

A pint of ale, three stout fellows with stiff cocks.

I think it's d_elightful. [laughlng]

- Well, I've enjoyed it.

It's a bit different from the rest of yours.

- Yes.

It doesn't mean anything.

- That's right.

I hadn't quite realized that before.

It really doesn't mean anything.

You were just having a great time.

- With no significance whatsoever.

I suppose that makes it the best fantasy of all.

- I suppose so.

- Well, we were all trying to work things out for ourselves,

butAmy was just out to have a good time.

That makes her the most honest with herself.

- That's right. Martin over here's a fantasy,

neurotic fantasy, about fucking his mother.

Makes his the worst.

My, how time flies.

It's almost dawn.

- Well, thank you both for having us.

It was quite interesting.

- Yes, I can't remember when we've had such a lovely time.

- The pleasure is ours, I can assure you, dear.

[serene orchestral music]

Not bad. Not bad at all?

I must say, they were even better than the tennis pro and his wife

we had last month.

Yup, I'd have to agree.

Good news from Europe, sir!

[laughter]

[laughter continues]