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Oh, yeah.

You're about to be rocked by the funky, sexy Lady Pearl.

Coming to you strong in the UK.

Singing, my brothers.

Don't you say I'm crazy.

That's the way I want to be.

Cause that's the way I want to be.

I'm a lover, a liar, a dreamer, and a queen. I want it all. Lick of my lips,

whip of my crotch. Waiting, anticipating a man who loves a child in me. Y 'all

with mom being a sex teen.

Living on the edge is what excites me. Yeah, I'm a crazy bitch. I check the

Slovakian kamikaze. The thrill of playing with fire. I love it. So come

rid of that conditioning and all that bullshit.

Nobody has the right to judge a load of me crazy.

Because I was born to run from the rules of society.

Speaking the truth, I know it gets me in trouble. But I just gotta bust

somebody's ruff. So what if my mouth is foul? I say it hot -seated. I'm not a

calculator manipulator. If you lay it like a hypocrite, you're looking at a

crazy woman. And nothing's gonna stop me from getting what I want. So you say

I'm crazy.

That's the way I want to be.

Or you'll never ever take me.

Cause that's the way I wanna be.

Why can't you love me for who I am, G?

I'm not changing, so try and understand me. And stop yapping in my ear how I'm

supposed to because nobody and nobody has the right to judge me. So go ahead,

hold a mirror to your face. Yeah, it's how you're all fucking too late. Before

you trip and flip, you better straighten up and quit. Tell me what to wear when

your own clothes don't fit. Who are you to be doing all that damn preaching? I'm

not listening because you don't practice what you're teaching.

So I'm crazy because I don't sell out like a puppet. I only get down on my

to the Lord, my prophet. My heart is full of precious. Nothing's going to

my dreams. I'm a survivor without everybody listening to me. I wasn't born

ivory tower.

What you see is what you get. A wild and crazy love. Taking life serious. Makes

us delirious. I got nothing to lose. So I live life fearless. Young and free.

Taking advantage of time. Dancing to my groove. Proud of being crazy. So you say

I'm crazy.

But that's the way I want to be.

Cause that's the way I want to be.

So you say I'm crazy.

Cause that's the way I want to be.

And so you never ever change.

will be addressed by position, title, and last name.

Example, Officer Jones.

Two, no inmates allowed behind, on, or in part officer's desk.

Three, day one, another shitty day.

Four,

you must be fully dressed when out of your room.

Five, you are not permitted to open the door of any living area other than your

own or enter the living area of other residents.

Six, shirts, shoes, and pants will be worn at all times.

Seven, permanent off -limit areas. Eight, the officers will be sent to

Eight, next door.

Door. Eight.

problem, Collins?

I don't like anyone interfering with my recreation time.

Yeah, me neither.

What's this spaghet to you?

Nothing.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you all for coming.

I get tired of the sound of my own voice rather quickly, so my lectures, these

informal gatherings, tend to be more my answering any questions that you may

have. Dr. Patterson, in Eve's Daughter, you wrote, and I quote you, Sex in the

beginning was the primal power.

Women were helpless before the dark, mythical serpent.

Unquote.

You ladies were just moths to the flame, so to speak.

So to speak. You also wrote, and I quote you, throughout recorded history, women

fought courageously and have finally extricated themselves from the accepted

tyranny of victimization.

Unquote. If I may paraphrase you, you seem to say that women, for the

most part, at least in this country, have accomplished free will and with

ability can confront the evil serpent.

And the hot flame?

Actually, I carried it a step further.

We don't deal with the fear of the flame, but rather with the flame itself,

or the reptiles themselves, as it were.

Do we have any other questions?

Good night. Professor Patterson?

Yeah. Good night.

Could you mind?

I'd be delighted.

Can I share something with you? If you like.

Your book changed my life.

For the better, I hope.

It takes three years to write a book and five minutes to destroy it. I thought

he was hard on you.

But you handled yourself real well.

You know, I was just a little bit too strong.

Professors around here have tender egos.

We've got professors.

How long have you known?

James? No.

Kate. About my promotion.

Not long.

I actually take over. When do I start?

The coming semester.

Oh, I'm so excited. I just can't wait.

Sweetie, there is one thing that you should know.

Prison. Prison?

Yeah. Prison.

What about it? The chairman of the board of trustees has a pet project.

It's prison reform.

He wants you to inaugurate the literary program.

26 and a half weeks. It'll be over.

Six weeks with rapists and murderers? No, I can't. It isn't dangerous to have

armed guard at all times.

Kate, I can't do it. Yes, you can.

Think of the challenge.

Think of what you're doing.

You are the youngest dean ever in one of the finest colleges in America.

Ah, good morning, Professor Patterson. You're looking great.

Well, do you think I'll have a chance to invite you out to dinner sometime this

week? Professor Evans.

James. James, I find you very interesting.

But my life, my schedule, my thoughts are rather crowded at the moment.

I'm a very persistent man.

Yes, you are, charmingly so.

So I will gently persist.

Dr. Patterson? Yeah. Hi, I'm Jessica Reed.

I've been assigned to be your new secretary.

So cool. I haven't been invested yet.

Well, that's only a matter of days. Why don't I show you your office?

Great. It's wonderful.

Professor Patterson, I presume?

Unfortunately, your university president and our state senator are old school

chums.

Pain in the ass intellectuals.

Think they're going to make solid citizens of these bastards in this place

lecturing them.

What's your expertise?

Literature. I teach literature.

Literature. Jesus.

Half the cons here never got through, uh...

T -spot run.

Send in McBride.

Look, Warden, I didn't ask for this. I got promoted to a job I wanted very

And this... assignment came with it. You're here.

We'll make the most of it.

This is McBride.

He'll take you to your students.

One piece of advice, though.

Don't believe anything these cons tell you.

Don't get involved in their personal life.

Keep a distance.

That's three.

What?

Three pieces of advice.

She can count.

Please sit down.

My name is Professor Elaine Patterson, and I'm here to teach you what I can

about English literature.

But before I can do that, I'd like to know something about all of you.

I'm Hector Ramirez.

I'm a thief.

I steal cars and... hearts of women.

Thank you, Mr. Ramirez.

I'm an embezzler.

Want to buy some bonds?

I'm not.

I found your book in the library.

I had to meet you. It's wonderful.

I'm Paulie Santelli.

You read one of my novels?

No. I look at your photograph.

Like the poets always say, a picture is worth a thousand words.

You.

What is your story?

Uh, I'm Rayette Wilk. Well, why are you here, Rayette?

I just love languages.

Really? Why, such is love's transgression.

Grease of my own lies heavy on my breast.

Love is like that smoke made with fumes of fire.

Purged, fire, sparkling from a lover's eyes.

It's fixed.

A thief nourished with lover's teeth.

Thank you.

I'm encouraged.

You.

Can you speak?

Good.

Why don't you grace us with the sound of your voice then?

Joe.

Joe what?

Joe Dial.

Go on.

Where? Why are you here?

I don't know.

Assaulted battery with intent to kill.

And you'd be? Collins.

Harker Collins.

Enlighten me.

I got syphilis. Cut the crap, Collins.

My wife gave it to me, so I strangled the bitch.

You know what?

You remind me of my wife.

He likes hurting people.

We've all done it, hurt people, but he likes it.

Isn't that right, Collins?

I think Nadia don't improve his reading skills either.

Oh, why is he?

Probably wants to beat up on Rayette some more.

Before I die, I'm going to hurt any faggot I can get my hands on.

Or any faggot love a bastard who tries to stop me.

Well, I think for our first assignment, we'll do Dickens. I'd like you all to go

to the prison library and get one of Dickens' novels. If you can't find any,

Mark Twain will do. I'm sure you all know Mark Twain.

Please write a report and give it to me on Friday when we next meet.

A whole book?

We should rather go back to the laundry.

Also, see...

If you can find anything similar to the way that you think or feel, something

that you wouldn't ordinarily talk about, maybe something that you're not proud

of, something you're ashamed of, or even frightened of.

Can you do that, Mr.

Dial?

Can you?

Class dismissed.

It went as well as could be expected today. Almost as well, not quite as

Actually, I nearly lost control.

The men were quite volatile. They live in an utterly alienated world.

They didn't care that I'm an author or was there to teach them.

One was especially, how shall I say it, vexing.

Yes, Joe Dial was vexing.

There's some very great mythical force at work. It persuaded me to take a house

here, and now it leads me to discover that we are neighbors.

I suspect someone quite unmythical told you where I live.

Who would have told me?

Probably Kate Miller.

Oh, this is a very clever neighbor that we have here.

All right, if I agree to plead guilty to this small deceit, will you invite us

both in for coffee? Are you pleading guilty?

Yes. No.

No, I'm not pleading.

No?

I'm not inviting you in for coffee.

She will change her mind.

Hector, in your book report, you wrote, I'm like the artful dodger.

So I understand the book pretty good, except for about half the words which

Greek to me. Could you explain that to me?

I don't think.

Greek words. No.

I meant, why do you think that you're like the art of the dodger? Well, he's

hombre who arranges things and gets away most of the time.

Like me and my demolition derby.

You know what that is?

It's kind of like a race with cars, Gretchen.

For my new girlfriend, I arranged one, which is why I'm here.

I didn't pay for the cars I demolished. You mean you stole them.

You could say that.

She just did, you schmuck.

You missed class today, Mr. Doyle.

My lawyer was here.

Legal stuff.

Did my homework.

Good.

Well, did it mean anything to you?

Matter of fact, it did.

Huck in the river, I could relate to that.

Mm -hmm.

And the black boy in the book, Jim, perhaps he was red?

I didn't think of that.

It was just Huck in the river.

You see, Huck, he gets ashore.

I mean, I try, but I just keep floating down that river.

What about the father?

What about him?

He was a drunk.

He was abusive.

I lied to you the other day.

About what?

I do know why I took your class.

Polly showed me that book.

The picture on the back.

I wanted to see you.

I wanted to touch you.

I can see your pain.

We're all in pain, Mr. Dyer.

I mean, we can just take more of the men, that's all.

Is that so?

Take it back.

What are you doing?

Take it back.

Take what back? What you said.

What? About Payne and you and I.

I never said you and I. Yes, you did.

You may not know it yet, but you did.

Take it back.

Oh, right, I take it back.

Here.

Give it to me.

Read this when you get home.

Hi, sweetie. It's me.

I'm at the racquetball club.

There's a court available in 40 minutes.

I've had a tough day.

I could do with a bit of a smash and a curse to mellow me out.

How about you?

Are you in the mood?

or we fill in the middle of it.

What's going on?

Joe Dial.

The student of mine at the prison gave me this letter.

Dear Elaine, I need to be with you, alone in a room.

I want to walk into this room and find you.

You will be lying naked on the bed.

I'll not be able to speak to you because I don't know how.

Because all these thoughts I know are already in your mind.

As I walk to the bed, you will not smile at me, but only open your legs

slightly. I will take off my clothes slowly and fold them up. Your eyes would

whisper, hurry, hurry.

They'd also whisper, I understand now. You needn't explain yourself.

The river you can't escape from.

whimpering of all the victims of this world.

I will not be victims, you and I.

Die or we will survive.

Then I lay myself between your legs.

I will enter you.

As we climax, you will look at the rose on my arm and see each of the petals

bleeding.

And you will know.

Son of a bitch.

Done.

Generally, I was pleased with your first evidence. Most of you followed

directions. You read a book. You tried to interpret the author's meaning.

Most of you. So, everyone gets the passing grade.

Well...

Nearly everyone.

Mr. Dial, were you ever to come into my bedroom, you would not need to fold your

clothes neatly.

Excessive neatness is a sign of a disturbed mind.

I would, however, expect you to speak the words necessary to seduce, as you

it, a woman such as myself.

The fact that I can speak the words is not enough. You would have to speak them

to me. And since you will not, the scenario you so graphically described

never take place.

You didn't understand this author's instinct at all.

So no passing grade, Mr. Dial. Your message is ignored.

Yet so complex. I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you.

I'm a little scattered today.

Crowded schedule?

Crowded mind.

What do they bring to mind for you?

Nothing in particular.

But you seem so intense.

Did I?

Their minds have been around for thousands and thousands of years. It's

the earliest uses of drama and music together.

You know what makes them so fascinating, these two?

Are they fascinating?

Their use of costume.

Very calculated.

Calculated?

How can a simple black and white body stocking be calculated? Absolutely

calculated.

What does it signify?

The duality of our nature.

The good and the evil.

Well, those words are a little simplistic.

It's more on our bright side.

You know, illumination of the spirit, good intentions, grand ideas, noble

ambitions. As opposed to? As opposed to our desires, our left noble ambitions,

satisfaction of the self first, perversions.

Large perversions. When does a perversion qualify as large?

When it damages the spirit.

Someone else's or your own. When it gets out of control, it begins to possess

you. You're a wealth of information.

Ah, but there's more. Did you notice, for instance, that the girl's left side

white beneath the black makeup on her face, whereas the boy's left side is

beneath the white makeup on his face?

Let me guess. It means we all have a masculine and feminine side.

Precisely.

God's little trick.

In literature, there are readers and there are writers.

Today, I would like you to be the writers.

First, you have to think of a story.

Why don't you start?

I don't have a story.

Everyone has a story.

I don't have a story.

All right, well, I'll get you started on one and you can finish.

A man.

drifting, floating down a river, lost.

He can't free himself from this river because something or someone is on

shore and stopping him getting ashore.

What do you think it is that could be stopping him?

Perhaps a memory?

You're confused.

What I'm telling you...

is an allegory. An allegory is when you use symbols to tell a story.

People protect themselves with allegories.

They have something that they have to get off their chest, something that is

painful, so nakedly embarrassing, that they will use the symbols

to hide behind.

Like our dreams.

Dreams are mostly allegories.

Getting any ideas?

No. All right. Let's say that the someone on shore is someone that the man

who is drifting is very close to. A father, a sister, your mother.

Do you feel like you're still under control there, Professor?

You still got me under your thumb like you did back there in that room? I don't

think so.

No, you're just scared, and you should, because you fucking pissed me off back

there.

You're gonna have to understand something. Nobody does that to me, ever.

Nobody, nobody puts me under their control. Do you understand that? Do you

fucking understand that?

Oh, come on now, Elaine.

Tell me you haven't wanted to fuck me since the first day you saw me.

What buttons did I push, Kyle?

What are you so scared of?

I'm certainly not scared of you.

No? No.

Then why don't you talk to me?

What is it you want to hear? I don't know. Why don't you tell me?

Oh, do you want to hear about my father?

Is that what you want to hear about?

Huh?

How he ground my mother down so much that she took a rat poison cocktail. Is

that what you want to hear?

Do you want to hear about how the spineless bastard threw his arms around

neck?

I just whimpered. How could she do that to me?

Wait it on.

We'll go back.

Hello?

Hi, sweetie, it's me.

party on Saturday?

I don't know.

Well, I don't want to clash with Dean Patterson.

After all, it is your night.

Now, I was thinking I might wear those wide chiffon pants of mine with that

jacket. What do you think?

Sounds fine.

God, sweetie, you sound tired.

Good night, Caden. Thanks for the champagne.

Not at all. You're entirely welcome.

Night, sweetie.

Well,

how you doing, Sam?

I got these damn brakes fixed.

Hey, Billy, you put on some weight since I saw you last.

I'm pregnant, baby.

Next.

Name, please.

Handy Harold.

I .D.?

Take

off them glasses.

Next.

Name, please.

Lisa Fisher.

What's in that, girl?

Cavity search.

have until 1 o 'clock.

Please leave a message.

Thank you.

Elaine, I know you there don't pick up. It's easier for me if you don't.

I want to talk, but it's hard for me to do.

I usually end up silent and angry.

Today you danced right to the edge for me.

I liked it.

I hate weakness.

I have another conjugal visit next week.

I'm going to rewire the...

The warden's office to get it.

Elaine, I want you to dance again for me.

I want you to take me to the edge.

You and me.

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our new dean, Miss Elaine Patterson.

My dear Elaine, we are here to honor you and your well -deserved appointment as

head of the literary department.

I'm sure that you will bring nothing but high praise on yourself and on the

university. Congratulations.

Thank you, Dean.

Thank you all.

Wasn't smart enough to listen.

Damn.

Damn. You should have just listened to me, baby.

And brought that monster.

Like I told you.

But no.

You want to go back and see him again.

You want him, bitch?

Huh? Well, here's a taste.

You take him fucking up, you pretty little bitch. Can you take him fucking

up? Huh? Huh?

Maybe you can.

Maybe you're sick.

sick like I am.

A goddamn masochist, huh? And you fucking like it. Like he likes to see us

when he makes love to us. And he'll laugh while we scream in pain.

Can you take that humiliation, huh? Can you really take that?

You'll probably think this excitement you're feeling is real fucking emotion.

You're playing with fire, honey.

And I don't want to see you burn like me.

He's a user. I understand him.

Joe and I, we're birds of a feather. We flock together.

You crazy.

The whole fucking world's crazy.

This ain't no fucking fairy tale.

We're programmed like puppets.

Welcome to the real fucking world.

Get out of my house. I'm going to call the police.

Oh, oh, what a great fucking idea, babe.

Let's go for it. Do it.

Call him.

And let's tell him that you want to fuck a convict, but his girlfriend won't.

Fucking cow.

And now, before all the little children go home,

let's sum up our lesson of the day.

Find your balls, honey.

Don't fuck with the code of the streets.

Hurt somebody before they hurt you.

You got to be free from all the shit out there.

You got no bills.

No traffic hassles.

You got a health plan.

You get laid and no women to bust your balls.

God damn it, man, you got it made. I envy you.

I don't even know why I go home at night.

Goddamn foreigners are buying up America faster than inflation's rising.

General Motors closing factories from Texas to Michigan.

Six million Americans are on the unemployment line.

My favorite trustee will give you all the good jobs.

Because you're one fine electrician.

And a damn good listener.

Are you listening, boy?

You ready, one?

Let's ride, sir.

I'm losing it leaving this door open.

Might give you some bad ideas a smart cookie like you is back out in the

I'm sorry, boy, but I couldn't live with my conscience knowing that I sent you

straight back to hell.

McBride will come and fetch you.

Bye.

That's right, Chuck.

41 hours, 27 minutes.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

And we will be one again.

45 minutes only.

I know that.

Love will come to me on the wings of your smile.

Hey, baby.

What are you doing here?

I baked this fresh for you today, and it's your favorite chocolate chip. The

that I always make you when you're at home.

Where's Elaine?

I want to make you happy.

Where's Elaine?

The bitch with the educated cunt had more important matters to attend to.

Okay? That's where she is.

You talked to her?

Yeah, I talked to her.

What did you say to her?

The truth.

Fucking truth, Joe, because I got nothing to lose.

Where are you going, huh? What the fuck do you think you're doing?

Don't touch me!

Oh, fuck you. Come on, kill me. Now, look, you have so long, your dick will

wrinkle, Joe.

Come on.

You're tired of it. You understand how I felt in your fucking arms. Come on,

motherfucker, kill me, because I'd rather die.

I'd rather die than live in this hell, because I'm tired.

I'm tired of the torture you put me through.

So go ahead and fucking blast me so they can fry you and want to beat you down

and then strip you of your dignity. You remember me, Joe.

You're crazy. You know that?

Joe, no, I love you, Joe. Please, Joe.

Please.

I love you.

Joe, fuck me, please.

I want to feel you again, Joe.

I got so many pictures in my heart.

Joe, no.

I know I'm a dreamer, but my dreams are so beautiful. I just want to do anything

for you.

Please, Joe.

You're so pathetic.

And you're fucking crazy, Joe.

You're crazy.

Yeah, I'm crazy. You're nothing.

To think that she would love you like I love you.

Can't you see, Joe? You're nothing to her. Just a weekend fuck.

A play toy.

She loves me.

No, she doesn't love you, Joe.

No, Joe.

I love you.

And I'm going to be somebody.

Someday, I'm gonna be somebody.

I've gotta go.

My love don't live here anymore.

You don't love me.

Release the chain that set me free.

Joe, you treated me so bad.

Now I'm dying. I got to find myself a good man.

Joe, I loved you, but you hurt me and you made me so sad. You've got a life

temper and now I need a soft hand. You say I'm a weak woman, not without you.

Put the truth over my head, I'm a slave. Better beg it till we forget that. I'd

rather live on the street, street of clay. I may die tomorrow, but I'm a dad.

Joe, listen there.

Joe, you're a survivor.

Treat smoke with sharp eyes like fire.

Well, it sank in your armor. Then you became harder.

Yeah, harder and harder. When you came home, you fought me. Now I'm just tired.

I was your woman. Then you became a liar.

Well, there's a man out there who's going to treat me like a lady. I'm not

to curse me and beat me because he's unhappy.

It ain't my fault the system broke you down, but you blamed me. And without the

women, you run around town.

Now I'm a run to, yeah, into the arms of another lover that's free.

Now, how you like that, Joe?

And plus, he knows how to love, not like you with your bitter soul.

I want to tell you I found another man, but you try to find me and kill me like

your last girlfriend.

Oh, Lord, forgive me, because I cheated on my lover.

But a sweet man is helping me recover.

I really wanted to be faithful forever, but Joe's not going to find me and hurt

me never.

I've got to go.

I've got to go. I don't live here anymore.

If you don't love me, then it's the pain that set me free.

Let me free.

Let me free.

And now I'm forced to go on a rampage and get my gas. Yo, cause yo don't play

that.

This here's Professor Johnson.

Looks like Dr.

Patterson is not coming back.

He's here to replace her.

I want you all to listen up and pay attention.

Here. Dial.

The warden wants to see you.

Now.

Right now.

I thought you had some brains in that skull of yours.

Why? Why to me?

I'm a peaceful man.

If only you'd have come to me, I would have advised you.

Women are dangerous.

Notes to women?

You fuck them, Dial, period.

I got a phone call this morning from some muck -a -muck asshole at City Hall.

Got another phone call from some asshole at the university.

You know what they wanted?

My ass.

My fucking ass.

And for what?

For a bitch.

A friend of this other cunt that I never wanted in my prison in the first place.

Someone's gonna pay for my suffering.

Guess who?

As of this moment, you lose all your privileges, you're no longer a trustee,

your movement is restricted to zone A2.

And your conjugal visits are history.

Now get your ass out of here.

Oh, wait a minute.

I forgot.

Cost me $89.

And my wife lost the warranty.

Now think of it as a favor not for your warden, but for the wife of your warden.

Fix it before I kill her.

Hello, Buck?

Yeah.

Listen, as of now, Joe Dow is no longer a trustee.

Classified to F7.

I told you so.

You never want to listen to me.

Yeah.

All right.

Okay.

Friday, Sunday, whatever you want.

You owe me one now.

All right, then.

Okay, I'll catch you.

Right sir.

Your gun, sir.

What do you think, Warden?

Those Astros got a chance this year?

Yeah, they do.

But you don't.

To paraphrase Dial, I danced close to the edge, now with sanity nearly intact.

I stepped back, never to venture toward that dark place again.

Dr. Patterson, Detective Perlmutter's been looking for you.

He says it's urgent.

Thank you, Jessica.

I think they're here.

Dr. Patterson? Uh -huh?

I'm Detective Perlmutter, homicide.

Detective Pierce?

Well, um, what's wrong?

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

In regards to what?

Dial.

Joe Dial.

Mr. Dial escaped.

Still the warden and his driver.

Oh, my God.

I hope you forgive this intrusion, Dr. Patterson, but before Mr. Dial escaped,

he wrote something that makes me tend to believe that you might be able to shed

some light on this investigation.

Now, we are one.

What do you suppose he meant by that?

I mean, you being his literature teacher and all that, I thought maybe he might

have some literary significance or something.

I don't know.

Uh -huh.

You know, he printed that on the warden's wall after he killed him. We

We are one.

You know, Dr. Patterson, I may suggest I get a whole new security system for

you.

The boy's a psychopath, completely unpredictable, and a killer. That's just

precaution.

Detective. Lane!

Are you there?

It's private.

Well, call me.

Well, I'm sorry.

Just a force of habit.

Listen, just so happens, by the way, Dynamarq Securities.

That's best in town.

Talk to a boy named Spiros.

That's my brother -in -law.

You mention my name, he'll give you a discount.

If Joe Bell happens to call again, you get in touch with me.

Dr. Patterson?

This here's McBride, your new warden speaker.

Following are the new temporary prison regulations.

All prisoners are ordered to abide by those.

No inmates will be allowed out of their cells.

Food will be brought in and consumed.

No smoking, no television, no radio. No other electronic entertainment device

will be allowed.

All visitation privileges are suspended.

Reading privileges are suspended.

All trustee privileges are suspended. As of this moment, this here prison is

functioning under state emergency regulations. Somewhere the baby is

Somewhere the day is dying.

And a new day is born.

See you next time.

I feel my fever

Joe? Joe?

Is that you?

Are they following us? Yep.

So, you've come home to mama, baby.

What could my little boy want?

Just go to Jim's garage.

Well, I don't know about that.

Crazy! I'm not talking crazy, Joe.

See, the cop hassled me about why you wrote...

We are one.

And I just really hope I told him the truth when I said it was about us.

Because if you wrote it about that bitch, I'm gonna pull the fuck over and

him mess you up and throw you right back where you belong, asshole.

So what do you say, baby?

Oh, babe, you know how much I love you. I didn't mean what I said the other day.

Joe, you didn't answer my question.

Who are you one with?

You. Only you.

No shit.

Damn it, you know I can't live without you.

I love you, Joe.

You know I'll do anything for you.

How much money have you got?

About a hundred bucks.

Good, put it back here. Throw it back here so I can get it.

When you get to the garage, drive into the service bay.

And leave it there.

Jim will know what to do.

Tomorrow, come back and bring me some clothes, all right?

You got it?

Yeah.

You're the best, babe.

You bet I am, Joe.

You got a life, sweetie?

I think so.

Any news about Joe?

What are you telling us?

He can go fuck himself.

Is that it?

No, baby. And you can go fuck yourself, too.

You'd be eating the back of my head.

Ain't that right?

Or if she read the card that I put next to it. I do know it was the next thing I

knew she was dead.

I looked up.

I saw the petals falling.

It was like tears.

He didn't leave an ember.

I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was personal.

Young sweet thing, give me your ear. Feel the rhythm, yeah, the rhythm of the

love I got in here. Take my hand in your hand. Trap me, yeah, in quicksand. Eat

me, my big round bear. Ow!

God, I missed you, babe.

You know, I've been thinking all night.

Now that it all worked out, we got to get the hell out of here. I'm going to

take care of you.

It's gonna be okay. You don't have to worry anymore.

I brought you your clothes, your pretty blue shirt. I got you for your birthday.

Your favorite jeans.

You know, the ones, babe, with the hole in your butt. I got them. And your

snakeskin boots.

Also, Jordan gave me an address where we'll be safe.

We're in this together, babe. All the way. Just you and me.

And we're gonna be free. We're young, Joe. We're young.

We're gonna get the hell out of here.

We're gonna make something of ourselves.

Ah, dreams.

So many dreams.

We're going to do it, Joe.

We're going to do it.

Turn off the car.

Keep your hands in the air.

Open up that trunk, Candy.

Open up the trunk.

Open up the fucking trunk.

It's clear.

Stop harassing me.

Do I look like Rodney King, asshole, huh?

No, you look more like Whoopi. I'm gonna sue your fucking ass.

Boy, we have to throw you a big butt in the can.

For what?

First make a nigger and doing a bad job of it. That's what we need in another

white prick on the police force Make you happy to be the first white prick

you've seen in years

Did

it again Joe this here's a 38 special fire six shots double action

I own your soul. I own your body.

I'm in your brain, Elaine.

I've been in your body.

You can't get rid of me anymore, Elaine.

Donald, please.

Just go. I promise you, I won't tell anyone.

Is that what you want, Elaine?

Is that what you really want?

All right, I'll go.

Tell me that first time you came to see me, you wanted me.

You wanted me bad, didn't you?

You still want me.

Don't you love me?

No. Please say it. No.

I can't.

I've got to go.

My love don't live here anymore.

You don't love me.

Release the chains and set me free.

My love don't live here anymore.

You don't love me.

Release the chain and set me free.

Help me, please.

We are one.

Now I understand.

You see, Dr.

Patterson, you're the type of individual that's attracted to and likes personal

danger.

There's no moral judgment there, of course.

Your personal life is your personal life, but I think if you didn't...

told me the truth about we are one, I think we, the police, might have been

to do something about it.

But be that as it may, it's never too late.

Inspector Perlmutter, shall we get to the point here? Obviously, Professor

Patterson is in very grave danger. Now, if I may suggest, you surround her house

with police that can be seen in order to deter this man from coming there again.

Uh -huh.

Well, Professor Evans, Dr. Patterson's house is under close surveillance by the

police.

And we will have a policewoman pretend to be Dr. Patterson.

And if I might suggest, I think it would be a good idea if Miss Patterson stayed

here for a night, or maybe a few nights, under your protective roof.

Being the psychopath that Mr. Dyle is, I'm certain that he will return to the

object of his obsession.

Postman. Postman always rings twice.

What the hell does that mean?

Come on, mailman.

Come on, Sherlock.

Oh, man.

What's the matter with you?

Tom sent me 2 ,000 puns from Rome, and believe me, I drank all of it.

Listen, lady, you don't have to say anything, but... I want you to know that

care for you very much.

And that... I'm here for you. I don't want to ask you any questions.

That's really all I've got to say.

James, you are a very, very nice man. My only regret

is that I didn't take you up on your invitation to our expresso.

Freeze! Don't shoot! I'm delivering flowers!

Don't forget to walk! Turn around!

Put your hands behind your back!

You don't forget the rails!

Chris! Stevie's got a gun!

Look who's here Big lover himself.

What happened, babe?

Sent you to hell? Found herself a bigger stud?

Yeah, you were right.

She fucked me.

But you know what?

Now we're gonna fuck her.

Come on.

I need you to fucking help me on this.

I gotta find her. I'm doing this for us.

You know I love you, baby.

Dr. Patterson's office, may I help you? Hi, this is Sharon from...

Excuse me.

Wexler and Hill, Dr.

Patterson's publishers.

It's urgent that Mr. Hill speak to Dr. Patterson immediately.

I'm sorry, she's not in.

Could you please tell us where she can be reached?

I'm sorry, I can't.

I understand, but it's really, really urgent that we talk to her.

I'm really sorry, Sharon. I could set up a conference call. Would that be

convenient for you?

Yeah, that's great. Fantastic.

I'm going to put you on hold for one moment. Don't go away.

Sharon, are you still there?

Yes. Holding. Okay.

It's ringing now.

I could do.

You're a sweetie pie.

You're just gonna try back later.

Ciao.

Where you going, Joe?

I killed myself for you!

I died for you and you didn't give a fuck!

You didn't give a fuck, did you?

Why'd you leave me, mommy?

You betrayed me. You weren't there when I came back.

How could you leave me with him?

Don't you ever touch my mother. Don't hurt my mother. I'll kill you.

I'll kill you.

Let's have some fun, huh?

Let's have some fun.

We're gonna play a little show -and -tell now Take off your panties

Not your skirt take off your pants

Take off your bra.

I can hear a heartbeat.

Are you getting aroused?

Look at me.

Look at me!

I think, come to mama, Joey.

Come to mama, Joey.

Come to mama, Joey.

Come to mama, Joey.

I don't wanna hurt you.

I hate myself when I do it.

But I know what's good for you.

Tell me you love me.

Say it.

I don't love you.

Tell me you love me.

I don't love you.

isn't a fairy tale.

We're programmed like puppets to suffer and fail.

No.

It's only when the devil tempts us, we burn.

And from that pain, there's a lesson to be learned.

No matter how many tears fall, we just gotta wait for tomorrow when a new dream

is born.

Yeah, I'm a lover, a liar, a dreamer, and a cootie. I want it all. Lick of my

lips and whip of my cream. Waiting, anticipating a man who loves a child in

Yo, it's love being a sexy.

Living on the edge is what excites me. Yeah, I'm a crazy vegetarian, Slovakian

kamikaze. The thrill of playing with fire, I love it. So come on, get rid of

that conditioning and all that bullshit.

Nobody has the right to judge or label me crazy. Cause I was born to run from

the rules of society.

Speaking the truth, I know it gets me in trouble. But I just gotta bust

somebody's butt.

So what if my mom's a spy? I'll say it how I see it. I'm not a calculator,

manipulator, lucky hypocrite. You're looking at a real crazy woman, and

nothing's gonna stop me from getting what I want.

Good morning, Corporal Christie, and how y 'all doing today, friends and

neighbors? The dearest Travis Charlie from Cowboy Club.

And I hope you're all surviving this hot and muggy weather. That's 8 % humidity

again today.

And traffic is almost back to normal.

I'm just a woman, minding my own business.

Feel that crazy man walking through my way.

Living my life, crying out deep pain.

Yeah.

I'm asking.

Ow!

You got me through my knee.

Take my body, my...

I'm sweeted in candy.

I'm turning like a lion.

And I'm napping.

Damn, I fell in love with your animal instinct. That's yours in my heart,

me an addict.

Begging to be filled with that crazy stuff.

Hyperventilating vents and consistent never enough. Up your nasty rhythm,

thumping and jumping my bones. Kick me and break me with your sticks and

Yeah, that freaky daddy got me.

Does it prove straight up and stock me? This woman's a star who is injustice.

I've been doing all the switching, but I don't practice.

In the mirror, I see reflections of an outcast. Never knew I was a law, so I

dance. Dance with the devil straight into the fire. Straight up my soul to

higher. Lost my religion, my culture, my God. Became a slave to the rhythm,

sucking out my blood. Now this mama's shameless.

Falling for a man and no one to take.

That Lena mean machine is so nasty.

So break me up some more of that candy.

It's just a nasty situation.

It's sweet, ain't it?

Me.