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What's the matter, cheapskate?

Too much for you?

What an asshole cheapskate.

I'm tired of wasting my time.

Where the hell is the money tonight?

I am not going to stand here all goddamn night for nothing.

Hey, here we go.

This one looks like he just got out of the joint.

He's got that hungry look like he

hasn't seen pussy in 10 years.

Hey, what's the matter, honey?

Cat got your tongue?

Jesus, I'm sorry.

Can you read lips?

Oh, you're a mute, but you're not deaf.

How come your card says deaf mute?

It's the only card they had.

You can still fuck, can't ya?

You want to take my picture?

Why don't you take both of ours?

Suit yourself, asshole.

Come on, don't mind Rita.

She's in a bad mood.

It's not personal.

You're kind of cute.

What's this?

Wow, this is really nice.

This is beautiful stuff.

You want me to wear this while you take my picture?

Ok.

How do I look?

Francis?

That sounds like a girl's name, Francis.

Let me get this straight.

You can hear me, but you can't answer me back?

Hmm, interesting.

Do you like my body?

What about my boobs?

Do you like my boobs?

Hold up one finger if you like my boobs.

What about my ass?

Don't I have a great ass?

You want to fuck me, don't you?

You want to fuck me. Come on.

Sure you do.

You want to fuck me real bad.

I know I want to fuck you.

Hey, wait a minute.

What's the matter?

Creep.

You don't know what you just passed up.

Creep faggot.

I was just checking on you, honey.

Maybe you got rough.

What happened?

Nothing.

I think I scared him.

He was a strange guy.

I was worried about you.

I can handle myself.

Rita, you're high.

Who gives a fuck?

Stop, I don't want to.

I'm not asking you, you little shit.

You understand?

You're a fucking slut.

Don't you ever say no to me.

You're my sweet baby girl.

I want to take care of you.

I'll always take care of you.

I love you so much.

Hi, my name is Betty.

And this is my husband--

wait, cut.

I'm sorry.

I don't remember his name.

Frank. Let's call him frank.

Ok, frank. I'm ready.

Ok.

Lean forward a little bit. Yeah, that's right.

I want to see more of your breasts.

Arrange yourself.

That's good.

Now, hunch your shoulders.

Yeah, good.

Ok.

Go. Start again.

Hi, my name is Betty and this is my husband, frank.

We're at home in our bedroom in San Jose.

We're glad you rode in for our video.

We hope to become very good friends.

What I like is to be dominated, ordered around.

It makes me wild.

When we're at home, frank makes me dress in very sexy clothes,

see-through blouses, minis with no panties, bikinis.

He makes me answer the door like that.

Once, frank made me strip in front of one of his friends.

Can I tell them about it?

Sure, but take your top off.

Frank made me stand up and strip in front of them.

It was in our den.

The boys were watching football.

Frank said I had a body as good as any cheerleader

and he ordered me to stand up and strip and show him.

It was embarrassing, but I also liked it.

Then I was told to walk around and bring them beers and stuff.

I got really turned on.

Wait, can we stop here for a second?

What's the matter? You were doing great.

Well, I mean, can we take a break?

I mean, like, I don't understand my character.

Can I see the script?

You don't really have a character.

We're making a little video here, not a feature.

And the sooner we get done, the sooner you get paid.

Ok. Let's do it.

Hi, is that other girl here yet?

Annie: Yes, Mr. Bauer.

I just sent her back.

Yes, Mr. Bauer, everything's fine.

Oh, Mr. Rodriguez called again and I told him

you were in a meeting.

And the printer called.

He really needs to talk to you about the color separations

for next month's cover. Ok.

Ok. Bye, bye.

Woman : If you want to see some action with

some of our friends, you can send a check for $57.50

to our home movies, po box 252.

Ok.

Let's take it from we had a couple of drinks

and we decided to model our lingerie for frank.

Come on, people.

Let's get serious.

Say the line.

Ok, here we go.

We modeled our lingerie for frank,

then we had some drinks, which made us all pretty loose.

I've always had fantasies about being

bisexual, kissing another woman's breasts,

making love to her.

And I've always been attracted to Harriet.

I always found her very sexy looking.

Well, I told this fantasy to frank.

It turned him on.

He said he wanted to watch us.

He said he would seduce Harriet for me.

And tonight was the night it was going to happen.

Page eight, column one, first ad anywhere.

We are a discreet, attractive couple.

She is 25, 5' 9", and a natural blonde with long, slim legs

and beautiful breasts.

She loves not wearing panties and showing off

in sexy dresses and high heels.

John: Great. Good.

Now, kiss Betty.

Lisa: We are interested in corresponding

with other sexy couples who are interested in female display

and photography. - Good.

Oh, that turns me on.

That's very sexy. John: Good.

Now, tell the girls to kiss.

Kiss each other.

Yeah.

That's very good.

Kiss her breasts.

Lick hers, ok?

Now, do what comes naturally.

I'll follow you.

Lisa: We are interested in all fantasy games.

We would like to exchange photos and ideas.

Send us a detailed letter of your fantasies.

Couples only.

Your limits will be respected at all times.

Harriet.

That completes the October issue.

They look like they're having fun.

Mind if I take off my clothes and join in?

I can be--

--Let's see, the visiting, horny real estate agent.

That's original.

I'm hungry and it's lunch.

Give me five minutes.

Oh, yeah.

That's it.

That's it.

Yeah. Oh.

Oh, we got a major orgasm approaching in 5, 4, 3, 2--

oh, that's it.

Welcome.

How can I hope to help you?

Hi, I'm detective Griffith.

This is detective zakah.

Is this 53050 industry road, suite a, so publications?

This isn't even in my job description.

I'm going to, like, call my boss, ok?

Is that ok?

Yeah, this is Lisa.

No kidding.

Ok.

Stall them just for a few minutes so John can finish up.

Tell them I'm on my way.

Ok. I'll be there.

Annie: This frog goes into a bank

and he goes up to the bank teller,

whose name is miss pattywhack.

Have you heard this joke?

Zakah: No, go ahead, miss pattywhack.

Annie: Right.

So he goes up to miss pattywhack and he

tells her that he needs a loan.

Thank you very much.

I'll call you.

Thank you.

And thank you.

I was kind of hoping we could get to know each other.

Oh, this really isn't a very good time.

I'm sorry.

I'll call you though.

Thanks.

Annie: And the bank manager says,

it's a knick knack, paddywhack, give the frog a loan.

Oh, that is good.

I like that.

It's a knick knack, paddywhack, give the frog a loan.

It's a knick knack, paddywhack, give the frog a loan.

Yeah, that's pretty good.

Jesus, zakah, come here.

You won't believe this stuff.

I mean, some of these people are sick.

Get a load of this.

I mean some of these people are scary.

Look at this one.

Completely submissive couple seek to become playthings

to dominant sadistic couple.

We offer ourselves to be stripped,

blindfolded, put into tight bondage,

be spreadeagled, be humiliated, helpless,

and forced into public slavery.

We will do anything.

We are for real, very discreet.

Couple of lulus.

Hey, here's a prospect for your daughter.

She's not married yet, is she?

Oh, well anything would be an improvement over that

freak she goes out with now.

Toad is the guy's name.

Can you imagine?

He actually changed his name to toad

and the kid's got about 18 earrings up

and down, all over the place.

Let me see that thing.

She's rebelling against you, you know that, don't you?

I mean, at least this guy here is clean cut.

Ralph?

He could be your new son-in-law.

Ralph, this guy is writing from prison.

Griffith: So?

I'm Lisa Bauer.

Are you gentlemen thinking of placing an ad?

Bauer, you're the publisher here.

I'm the editor.

What can I do for you fellas?

This is a warrant to search the premises,

duly signed by judge feinberg.

Give me the short version.

What's this all about?

Interstate transport of obscene material.

It seems someone down in waco, Texas answered one of your ads

and was quite offended by what they got back in the mail.

Well, this someone wouldn't happen to be

a postal inspector, would it?

I wouldn't be surprised.

Are my husband and I indicted?

Zakah: Not as far as I know.

There's a grand jury down in waco

that's going to sit on this.

We're here on a little fact-finding mission.

Good.

Well then, if you gentlemen don't mind, I'm going to lunch.

Annie will show you anything you want to see.

If you take anything, sign for it.

Sure, we sign for everything.

What was that all about?

Oh, it's just a hassle.

I'll tell you about it over lunch.

Let's eat at the beach.

Annie: This is where we keep, like, hard copies

of all our correspondence.

It's filed by state.

These two drawers are the south.

Alphabetical-- Alabama, Arkansas, Florida.

Here's Texas.

Tell me something.

These-- these ads, I mean, are they for real?

Well, some are and some aren't.

It depends.

I can usually tell which ones Lisa's made up.

Now the kinky ones, those are the real deal.

The sases, those are usually ours.

What are the sases?

What do they like to do?

Self-addressed stamped envelopes.

You have a dirty mind.

Do you have any idea how much postage could run us a year?

Yeah, a lot, sure.

You want to know about the kinky stuff, huh?

Lisa: It's entrapment, plain and simple.

The police down in waco are trying

to get us because a postal employee

ordered one of our videos.

They're going to indict us in waco fucking Texas.

Good fucking luck.

Lisa: Relax, John.

We don't know if they're going to indict us or not.

First of all, there's entrapment.

I mean, a postal inspector sends for one of our videos, please.

A postal inspector.

Second, there's the disclaimer.

Everyone has to sign it.

We paid the lawyers enough for it.

Maybe it'll stand up.

They're relentless.

They'll find a way around it.

And we'll go fucking broke.

Shit.

This is not the first time we've been hassled.

We'll get through it.

I got a bad feeling about this.

Whatever happens, it's months away.

In the meantime, you can't let this become too consuming.

I'm just pissed off.

We need a vacation.

We haven't been away together since, what, Mexico?

Zihuatanejo.

God, do I love the villa del sol.

If I was ever to run away from home,

that's where you'd go to find me.

I hate Mexico.

Last time we were there, I got sick.

Christ.

I'm sorry, John.

I forgot.

Look, we'll go wherever you want.

How about Hawaii?

You run away to the villa del sol.

I'll go to Hawaii.

I was suggesting this because I

thought we needed some romantic time

together away from business.

We haven't been such a hot item lately.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means we haven't been making love.

Or hadn't you noticed?

Christ, Lisa.

Don't we have enough problems?

You have to bring that shit up too?

Well, maybe that is the problem.

I like sex.

That's why you married me.

Christ, John.

We used to make love everywhere, on the beach under a blanket.

It used to really turn you on, all those people

around, some of them knowing.

Yeah, well that was the '80s, sex and drugs.

Lisa: So now what?

What it takes now is a little more imagination, fantasy,

like it says in our magazine.

Like what?

I don't know.

We run a fantasy sex magazine.

I'll think of something.

Are you sleeping with somebody else?

What?

Lisa: Are you sleeping with somebody else?

No.

I read that if you don't keep fucking, you lose your hormones

and then you can lose your hair.

You can go bald.

John: What?

I'm not going bald.

Oh, up there it's getting a little thin.

Bull shit.

It has nothing to do with hormones.

Where did you read this shit, anyway?

At the supermarket.

Ah.

I had no idea you were quoting such an important source.

Do you want anything else?

No.

Do you think I'm still pretty?

John: What kind of question is that?

Lisa: Do you?

Yes.

Do you think I'm still sexy?

John: Lisa, are you fishing for compliments?

I want to know.

Do you think I'm sexy?

Yes, you're very sexy.

Would you mind if I had an affair?

Fuck, yes.

100% yes.

Even if it was just for sex?

I don't even like the subject.

Why not?

We're both consenting, liberated adults.

We publish a horny sex magazine.

What would our readers think?

John: For openers, have you ever heard of aids?

Lisa: Of course.

You know, there are lots of ways of being creative.

Use your imagination.

Invent games.

John: Look, Lisa.

I'm not having an affair.

You're not having an affair.

I'm not fucking anybody else and you are certainly

not fucking anybody else.

Is that clear?

Crystal.

John: Ok, look.

If you want to think up some wild little sex games,

go ahead.

Aye aye, sir.

You played me right along on that one, didn't you?

Moi?

I just don't know what you're talking about, sir.

Yeah, right.

Don't touch that.

These freaks think if you touch it, you bought it.

It's cute.

Maybe I want to buy it.

You're kidding.

It's a piece of shit.

You're arrogant, did you know that?

Well, excuse me. It's art.

Do you read lips?

How much?

A gift?

No, no way. No way.

Here's $10.

10 bucks?

What-- did you fall for that-- where's

a waiter when you need one?

Sorry.

My mind was someplace else.

Didn't hear you.

Is that the rest of the issue? - Yeah.

I'm going to go.

You can finish up tomorrow if you want.

That's ok.

Hey, how do you think of these things?

I have a sick mind, I guess.

Are we going to have trouble with the police?

No more than usual.

Probably have to pay a fine.

Don't you worry about it.

Tell John I'm going to take care of the printers

on the way home.

Don't work too late. - I won't.

Night, Lisa.

Yes?

John : Annie, could you come in here for a minute?

Sure, John.

Yes, John?

I want you to sit in, over there.

I just got these damn lights and I hate 'em.

These goddamn bulbs cost me 50 bucks apiece.

Lean back a little.

Make yourself more comfortable.

So what do you tell your friends, I mean,

working at sexual outlaws?

Does it embarrass you?

Everyone wants to know what goes on here.

Like, do we have orgies and stuff?

What do you say? Annie: Oh, I'm totally loyal.

I say, sure we do.

How do I look?

Oh, I bet I look terrible.

It's never the model.

It's always the photographer.

Cross your legs.

Yeah, that's good.

Push your skirt up a little bit.

This?

John: Yeah, that's it.

You've got great legs.

No, I don't.

I'm a professional. Trust me.

Unbutton your blouse.

Are we still checking the light?

No.

Now I'm taking pictures of you.

That's a very pretty bra you have on.

You bought something that sexy, and I bet

you never get to show it off.

Annie: As if.

My boyfriend gets to see it.

Take off your blouse.

I am so sure, Mr. Bauer.

What about your wife, for one thing?

What if Lisa comes back and I'm like totally

sitting here in my bra?

That's what I do here.

If this were an auto shop and you

were sitting here in your bra, then she'd be pissed.

You sure she won't be pissed?

John: She's not coming back.

I was right, very sexy.

Take your bra off.

What?

John: Take off your bra, you know,

like "playboy," bare breasts.

Am I the playmate of the month, Mr. Bauer?

John: Well, that depends.

On what?

On whether you want to be.

Parole officer: Francis, go ahead and sit down.

How's it going, Francis?

Any police contact since you last reported?

Well, that's good.

Keeping your nose clean, huh?

You've been on the street five weeks.

Feels pretty good to be on the outs, huh?

Do you use drugs, Francis?

Suppose I had you pee in a bottle right now.

What would happen, Francis?

Would I find any dope?

Oh, sit the fuck down. Come on.

Sit down.

You know, you need to find a job, Francis.

A job job.

Well then, you better look a little harder.

You know you're on parole, my man.

Means you don't have an employer, you go back.

Oh, don't give me that prison yard hard time look.

You know, eight years ago you had the balls to go

into a bank and play stickup.

You know what Colombo says, don't do the crime

if you can't do the time.

Yeah,.

Point is, you fucked up. We got you.

You fuck up again, you go back in the slammer

and you serve your full sentence.

You understand? Do you understand?

Ok, Mr. Badham.

Come see me next week, same time, same station.

Oh, Francis?

Have a nice day.

- Want a glass of wine? - No, thanks.

Want to make out?

I'm trying to watch the tube.

You don't know what you're missing.

Ok, I'll have a glass of wine.

Could you turn it off for a second?

I want to show you something.

I brought this in from work.

Look at their picture.

So?

Cute, aren't they?

Yeah, they're a very nice couple.

So?

Do you think they're sexy?

What's your point, Lisa?

Don't you think it's outrageous

that she sent out a picture where you can see her breasts?

That's what our magazine is about,

people who like to do that.

It's a fantasy.

Yes, but I write most of the ads and you take the pictures.

These people are not models.

They're the real thing.

She has beautiful breasts, doesn't she?

Not bad.

She's very sexy.

Does she give you a hard on?

No.

Not even a little one?

No.

Liar.

Stop it.

What are you trying to say, Lisa?

I want us to answer their ad.

You're kidding.

I'm not.

Are you chicken?

You are serious.

It'll be an adventure.

We used to love cheap thrills, John, remember?

Come on, let's do it.

We can call it professional research.

It's a sex fantasy, Lisa.

Just because you have a fantasy doesn't

mean you have to act it out.

Some things are better left in your head.

What's wrong with acting them out?

I think acting them out can make them better.

We don't know unless we try.

How about that time you dressed me

up and took me to the Beverly hotel just to be bad?

I had on a real short skirt.

You told me to sit up on the bar stool

and flash that guy, complete stranger.

We had a bet on whether or not I gave him a hard on.

You did.

Would I have given you one?

Probably.

Do you remember the weekend we spent with Patty and Philip?

We were nude the entire weekend.

We tried everything.

I remember.

Do you remember Patty and I making dinner?

We had on aprons, thigh-high stockings,

high heels, and nothing else.

We all got so horny.

You guys ate nothing but us for dinner that night.

Right there on the table, pushed everything

out of the way, spaghetti.

What a mess.

Ok, so we had a good time.

See?

That proves my point.

You can act out some fantasies and have a great time.

I'm not saying do everything that pops into your head,

but some of them.

I have sex fantasies all the time.

Why are people always putting walls

between fantasy and reality?

Stop here.

It's safe.

It's boring.

Come on, John.

Take my picture.

Take my picture.

I'll write an outrageous letter.

We don't have to meet them if you don't want to.

We'll just fuck them by mail.

Tell me the truth, John, promise?

I have to hear the question first.

In the privacy of our own bedroom,

I swear I won't tell a soul.

How many times a day do you jerk off?

A day?

The truth, John.

I read a report that said that a married man

between the ages of 32 and 37 jerks off an average of 0.75

a day.

Do you think that's right?

Is this the same article where you read about the hormones

and the hair thing?

Uh uh.

This is like a new Kinsey report on male sexuality.

I have to keep up on my research.

So do you think it's right?

0.75?

You mean he almost comes once a day?

I'm serious.

Look, I'll make it easy for you.

Did you jerk off today?

No.

Lisa: Not even 0.75's worth?

No.

Then you're below average.

Or maybe you fucked one of the models instead.

Or maybe it was Annie.

Stop it, Lisa.

Chill out.

Lisa: My intuition tells me it was Annie.

I did not fuck Annie today.

Did you fuck her yesterday?

John: That's a trick question.

Like, did you beat your wife today, which I

might do if you're not careful.

Ok.

But I bet you thought about her 0.75's worth.

You're in rare fucking form.

Oh, I was just teasing.

Don't be so uptight.

Come on, John.

Take a sexy picture of me.

Oh, come on.

Direct me.

You're the professional.

You look fine.

Lisa: Fine?

I look a lot better than fine.

I didn't mean it to sound like that.

You look very sexy.

There, that wasn't so hard.

Stockings.

I think I'll wear stockings.

All the girls in your photographs wear stockings.

What is it about stockings that drives men so crazy?

It's genetic, passed down from father to son.

I think it's more like gift wrapping,

you know, the contrast between the tops

of my thighs and my stockings.

It's like a frame that says, here it is

boys, an invitation to heaven.

That's poetic.

Do you like high heels?

Sure.

I think it's sexier with just the stockings.

John: Lisa, I don't want to take sexy pictures.

I especially don't want to take sexy pictures

to send to some creep.

Creeps?

Jesus, that's a lousy thing to say.

What, am I included in that category too?

I just don't want to take pictures.

What is it you want to do, John?

Watch the laker game.

Lisa : We've never answered one of these ads

before.

We buy the magazine for fantasy.

We made love right before we started to write this letter.

Your fantasies are like ours, a slow, sensual teasing.

There's no rush.

No one is timing us.

You unbutton your blouse and show your breasts.

We watch you, nerve naked.

The color of your lips and your nipples

match each other perfectly, Rose and Rose.

You love having us look at you.

Fierce exhilaration flows through you like a high voltage

staining your cheeks and your throat crimson.

You think you know yourself, but I can show you more.

If I could talk, I would tell you

how much I want to see you undress,

slowly, for your audience.

I'm going to tell you one of my favorite fantasies.

It happens in a dark movie theater.

It's a rainy weekday afternoon and I've come by myself

to see wife, mistress.

I'm wearing my blue dress, the one that opens in the front

so that one of my breasts show if you're

looking from the side.

The dress has a short skirt and I've forgotten to wear panties.

Actually, I haven't forgotten.

I came out in the hopes that this fantasy would come true.

Sometimes I have the same fantasy

when I'm on the Metro in Paris.

It's five o' clock, rush hour, and it's very crowded.

The point is, I can't see the man's face.

In the movie theater, he sits down next to me in the dark

and I can smell his Cologne.

I've crossed my legs and my skirt rides

up to show my thighs above my stockings.

In the dark of the movie theater,

my skin seems so white between the tops of my stockings

and the hem of my skirt.

He puts his hand on my thighs and I come just from his touch.

Sometimes I have the same fantasy

and it takes place in a crowded disco.

The dress I wear to the disco is much

shorter than the movie dress.

The skirt is obscenely short.

It's more like a wide belt doing business as a skirt

and it's very tight, flows over my hips

and clings to my thighs.

The dress censors not one syllable of me.

The dress is so tight, I can't wear a thing

underneath, not one stitch.

The disco's very crowded.

I'm standing with my husband at the edge of the dance floor.

My husband's hand reaches up under my skirt

and begins to caress me, intimately.

Bodies are jamming up against each other,

swaying to the music.

The music seems to get louder and my husband's hand

doesn't stop, becomes more insistent

and I can't help myself.

It becomes more insistent and I can't help myself.

I have an orgasm there in the center of the crowd.

On the ride home, I tell my husband

he shouldn't have done that.

John looks at me, completely surprised.

Tells me it wasn't him.

I received your letter yesterday.

It was an aphrodisiac.

The language of sex is still one to be invented

and you are one of its inventors.

You write about sex beautifully.

I'm happy we chose to answer your letter.

I can't hope to approach your poetry,

but let me try to arouse you with description.

The most exciting woman is the one

you see through the disguise of her stories.

Please send me more stories and pictures.

I think you're right, the language of sex

has yet to be invented.

Let's invent it together.

- When are you going to sleep? - Soon.

I've just got some work to do.

You mentioned anais nin in your last letter.

She's my passion.

She describes her pussy as a hothouse flower opening.

Two lips part like petals and nectar is dripping from inside.

I imagine you and your wife Jeannie reading this letter

and it makes me very excited.

I want pictures of you with your pretty wife, Jeannie.

I want to see you together.

I want to see you kissing her, touching her breasts.

I want to see the look of pleasure on her face,

like the one that was in mine.

I don't give a shit.

He's got a bad motherfucking temper.

And when she drinks, which is getting to be most of the time

now, she loses it.

Jeannie: She didn't mean it.

Man: Didn't mean it, my ass.

The girl cut you.

What's she got to do before you catch on?

I pissed her off, that's all.

Pissed her off?

The girl's a fucking psychopath.

Look, I don't care.

You stay away from her.

That's all, no discussion.

What's this?

What you looking at?

You want to take a picture of her?

I know this guy.

He's a dummy.

Does that mean he can't talk, or he's just stupid?

Jeannie: He can't talk, but he likes to take pictures.

He's ok.

Pictures?

You like to take pictures of the ladies?

Like to take pictures of their titties and their ass?

Is that what you like?

You want to take pictures of her ass?

She got a sweet ass, don't she?

Bitches ain't free.

How much money you got?

Let me see that camera, mister--

stop it.

I told you, he just wants to take my picture.

He's ok.

Sure, why not?

Takes all kinds.

He's a paying customer, right?

Yeah, pays.

Your name's Francis, right?

I'm glad you came back.

Maybe I can get you to fuck me this time.

John: I spoke with Barry.

He thinks we should get a waco firm.

He recommended a few. What do you think?

Hello?

Earth to Lisa?

I'm sorry, what about Barry?

About hiring a waco fucking Texas law firm, plus Barry.

You know, where have you been the last couple of days?

It's like you're in a dream world.

I'm sorry.

Run it by me again.

Jesus Christ, Lisa.

This is important.

Barry thinks we should get waco counsel

if we're indicted, to handle the day-to-day running

of the trial.

I thought Barry was defending us.

Isn't he going to stand by his work?

Unfortunately doesn't work like that.

Lawyers aren't like cameras, they

don't guarantee their work.

At the end of the day, it's going

to be a first amendment case.

You mean someone signs a disclaimer that

makes them swear they're over 21,

they're not a postal employee, and they're

not doing this to entrap anyone, it doesn't mean squat?

That's right.

God bless America.

Well, Barry certainly did call bright and early to give us

the bad news.

Actually, that's the good news.

The bad news is he wants $150,000 retainer.

The number just rolled off his tongue.

What did you tell him?

I told him we had a bad connection,

he should call back.

What are we going to do, John?

That's a lot of money.

I don't know.

I'm pissed off.

Announcer : Last night in west Hollywood--

maybe we should take that vacation

you were talking about.

Just a minute, I'm listening.

Announcer : A young woman was found brutally murdered.

Jeanette mcknight, age 21, was seen

talking to a Caucasian male approximately 35 years old,

wearing a green army fatigue jacket and glasses.

This man is reported to be a deaf mute.

If you have any information about the suspect,

please don't try to approach him.

He's considered highly dangerous.

Call the police at 275-itit.

You're acting like you know her.

Announcer : That's 275--

bad seed sorority sister at Cornell?

No, just-- something like that.

She's so pretty.

Lisa, come on.

It's me.

What's going on?

I think--

I mean, I think I might know her.

Well, how's that exactly?

You've been out working and not sharing the money.

You know what happens to hoes who

don't come home with the bacon.

It's not a joke, John.

I know her.

John: Well, how do you know her?

You both use the same health club?

Lisa: Somebody sent her picture into the magazine.

What are you talking about? Lisa: I mean it.

Somebody, maybe the guy who killed her, wrote a letter

and sent her picture.

And they answered an ad.

You're kidding.

Well, it could be just somebody who looks like her.

Lisa: No, it's her, 100%.

All right, we lucked out.

What are you talking about, John?

She's dead.

I know, murdered.

I feel terrible too.

You still have the picture and the letter she sent, right?

Lisa: Yes.

What is this, some kind of publicity idea?

It's better than that, honey.

This is a get out of jail free card.

Come on, let's get dressed.

If this turns out to be a good tip,

if it helps them solve the case, it

can make our problem disappear.

That's the way the cops work.

They're like fucking horse traders.

We do something for them, they do something for us.

That's justice.

I'm going to call the cops right now,

tell them to meet us at the office.

God, did we get lucky.

Yeah, homicide division, please.

Yeah, I can hold.

Maybe you forgot something.

Why don't you tell me again?

You got a bad fucking memory, you know that?

Please, Mr. Valdez, don't be a wise ass,

just answer the questions.

So this guy comes up to you and Jeanette

and wants to take some pictures?

Yeah.

He had a good camera too.

Do you remember what kind?

Mm hmm.

It was a canon f-1 with a 50-millimeter lens,

I seem to recall.

You know what?

I should've taken it off the dude.

Jeannie would still be alive.

Police: So what do you remember about all this?

She went with this psycho, this fucking nutcase.

Police: The mute?

Yeah, this fucking dummy nutcase.

Police: Where were you when this was going on?

I was at James' place.

We was playing hearts, you know, shoot the moon,

queen of spades, that shit.

I hope you catch this creep.

I mean, Jeannie was my friend.

Parole officer: Morning, Francis.

Nice day, huh?

Maybe that's why you're up so early.

Do I live around here?

It's nothing like that, Francis.

This a home visit, you know, the one

where your parole officer surprises

you and finds all your dope.

Well, thanks for inviting me, Francis.

So I'm not catching you at a bad time am I, Francis?

Terrible thing in the newspapers this morning.

Cute young hooker, happened right here

in this neighborhood.

It's a real waste of talent.

What do you think?

Fuck you.

Is that your boyfriend?

I like small places, easy to keep clean.

You like keeping things clean, don't you, Francis?

So this is it, huh?

One lonely room.

Still beats the hell out of a prison cell, doesn't it?

You were in Marion, weren't you?

It's a tough place.

It's good you remember, Francis.

That way, you won't screw up again.

This is a palace.

That was hell.

Have you had any luck finding a job yet?

Turning hard, cold circles mad against the rain.

Pages turn, never to be regained.

Feet pounding anger on the cold prison ground.

Men walk like tigers caged, round and round.

What are you hiding in there?

Hey, is this where you stash the girls?

Those are some pretty good shots.

I do a little photography myself.

You should shoot in color.

Black and white stuff's a little old-fashioned.

Nice place.

Well, you better have a job by the next time I see you.

Guy writes in thinking he's connecting up with some kind

of what, fantasy ring?

But in fact, he connects with you.

A fantasy ring, I've never quite heard it put like that before.

It's very cute.

Must have a hell of an imagination.

I like sex.

These are the after pictures.

Pretty kinky, huh?

Hey, what happened, that has nothing

to do with us or the magazine.

Police: I didn't say it did.

Just for the record.

You can help us find this guy?

It's not the same person.

The guy who took these pictures did not do that.

Police: What makes you an expert?

Oh, wait a minute.

We're moving way too fast here.

What about our little problem?

That was a pretty good article in the paper today about you.

I bet sales will pick up.

Police: It works like this.

You help us, and if it works out, then we help you.

You understand that?

It's business.

That's pretty hot stuff.

Get this.

"We made love before we started to write this letter.

Your fantasies are like ours, the slow, sensitive teasing.

You unbuttoned your blouse and showed your breasts.

The way we were looking at you made your nipples stand up."

What's your point, officer?

Wonder what he meant by this.

"If I could talk to you, I would tell you," and so on and so on.

You think that's a figure of speech, that "if I

could talk to you" part?

I can't guess.

What do you think it means?

Maybe it means he can't talk.

Maybe it means he's a mute.

Who the fuck are you?

I know who you are.

You can hear, can't you?

God, you scared the shit out of me.

Yeah, yeah, I'm ok.

I'm all right.

What do you want?

Oh, yeah.

Look, I'd like the pictures back.

I mean, would you give them back to me?

Yeah, well, I'm a little embarrassed about them.

How did you find me?

Yeah, that.

I'm world famous.

My mother's got that picture framed.

The police have been here.

They're looking for you.

That girl whose picture you sent in?

We better drive.

Get in the front.

This is good.

I'm driving around with someone who the police are looking for,

who I also wrote sexy letters to,

and to his wife, who really isn't his wife, who's

now been stabbed to death.

Oh, this is good.

You know, I answered your letter because I

wanted to do something different, have an adventure.

You wouldn't happen to have any cigarettes or maybe some vodka?

You know, I quit smoking.

It's the ecological, '90s thing to do.

God, that tastes good.

You know who killed her?

Where to?

Rita: Yeah, what do I have to get my act together for?

Hey, look.

I've been hearing some bad stuff about you.

- Oh yeah, like what? - Like what?

Like you're drinking all the time.

Oh, I'm fucking drinking. Yeah, right.

Yeah.

Will you shut the fuck up? I'm talking.

Lisa: The guy?

Rita: No, I don't dig.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Her?

Rita: Yeah, well, I can fucking get rid of you too.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Rita: Who the fuck do you think you are?

Lisa: This is not good proof, Francis.

This is a picture of you and the girl that was killed in bed.

What's to prove?

I don't see anything.

There is something there.

That's her.

You're right.

Mrs. Bauer, you have my word.

If Francis comes in, I'll do everything

in my power to help him out.

But if we have to go out and catch him,

and we will catch him, then I can't make any promises.

Francis will turn himself in.

Off the record, Mrs. Bauer, there's

more to your relationship with Francis

than what you've told us.

And if I'm right, you better be careful.

I have some information.

Where does Rita say she was when the girl was killed?

Police : At a friend's house, playing cards.

Lisa : I know she wasn't at her friend's.

Listen, why don't you tell me what you know.

Lisa : Rita was lying.

She was there at the motel.

We have proof.

Police : Are you with Francis now?

Yes.

Look, I have a deal for you.

Francis and I have a plan.

I'm still listening.

What's the matter, honey, you lost?

It's my husband's birthday.

Do you want to be the present?

Interesting.

For the man who has everything.

Is this all night?

Lisa: I'll pay you for all night.

A grand.

Get in.

So what's the deal?

Do I get wrapped up or does he get tied up?

We play it by ear, see what happens.

And what do you do while this is going on?

Maybe I join in, double your pleasure,

double your chances for fun.

Interesting.

I like girls.

I think you knew that when you picked me up.

I can show you the best time you've

ever had in your entire life.

Keep that up and I'll crash the car.

What's your name?

Lisa.

Come on, Lisa.

Let yourself go.

You think you know yourself, but I can

show you what you really like.

I know what to do.

Ok.

So we'll be a little late to the birthday party.

Only I mean it.

Stop that or I will crash the car.

Where to?

I asked around.

You and Jeannie liked each other.

Can you tell him to sit the fuck down?

What's he looking for, dope?

Try the sugar bowl, motherfucker.

Police:.

He does the same thing when he goes

over to his mother's house.

This is what Jeannie looked like when Rita got

done beating her brains out.

Slit her throat with a four, six-inch knife,

penknife maybe, very sharp.

Ever see Rita carry anything like that?

A lot of girls like to protect themselves.

Police: Anyway, here's the good part.

Before she killed her, she punched her eight times

in the cheekbone.

Picture's a little small.

You might not be able to see all the detail.

Three shots to the eye, broke her nose here and up here.

Real sweetheart.

Police: Gets worse, James.

She also stuck a beer bottle up Jeannie's pussy.

Police psychologist said that Rita thought she

was having sex with Jeannie.

Takes all kinds, huh?

It's a shame.

I've been told that Jeannie was a beautiful girl.

Yeah.

She was.

Police: You know, girls like Rita are a bad piece of work.

They're bad for us and they're very bad for your business.

Whoa, slow down.

You're real sexy.

I want to do you.

From the minute I saw you, that's what I wanted.

Shouldn't we have a drink or something?

Yeah, what the fuck. We'll have a drink.

Here.

- What is it? - It's gin.

No, thanks.

What are you, one of those fancy career girls

who only drinks Martinis?

Fuck you.

I can deal with this.

You and me, we're going to have a good time.

You just need to be brought down a couple of notches, don't you?

Drink. - No.

Don't say no to me.

Don't you ever say no to me.

I tell you what to do.

Do you understand that?

And that's the way you want it, don't you, little Lisa?

Look, maybe there's some sort of misunderstanding.

I thought we were going to, you know, make love.

We are, just the way you like it.

There's no misunderstanding.

Stop it.

You're hurting me.

You like it hard.

That's why you picked me.

Don't deny it, little baby girl. You knew it.

No, I didn't.

I was just looking for a girl, a birthday present, like I said.

And I am the specialist.

You want me to hurt you.

You get off on it.

No.

Let me up.

Rita: That story about your husband was all bull shit.

You can't bull shit me.

I read you like a book.

You picked me.

You want me and you want me to treat you like a slut.

Lisa: You're crazy. Stop it.

Rita: You need me to treat you rough, to discipline you,

don't you?

Answer me, slut.

Lisa: Yes.

Rita: You want me to use ropes?

Answer me.

Do you want me to use ropes?

Lisa: Yes, I want you to use ropes.

Rita: You want me to tie you up real tight?

You like that feeling, don't you?

Lisa: Yes.

Rita: I'm going to tie up your tits

and then I'm going to whoop you on your bare little ass with

my belt. Does that get you hot?

Answer me.

Say, please do that to me.

Lisa: Yes, please do that--

Rita: Say it louder, slave.

Lisa: Yes, please do that.

Rita: You need me to beat you, to make you beg,

to dominate you.

You get off--

all right, that's it.

Lisa: Yes, I get off on it.

I want you to dominate me.

Rita: You like pain.

I hope you have a high tolerance for pain.

I like.

I can hurt you real nice.

Did Jeannie have a high tolerance for pain?

Did you hurt her real nice?

What the fuck are you talking about?

Who the fuck are you?

She wants to know if that's how

it was between you and Jeannie before you killed her.

Fuck you, James.

And fuck the horse you rode in on.

You did do it.

You killed her.

What the fuck difference does it make to you?

Yeah, I killed her.

So what?

And I'll fucking blow you away too.

Put the gun down.

You're a crazy motherfucker.

You got that right, James.

Shit.

And what scam were you and the late James valdez running?

That's enough, Rita.

Put it down.

How about I put her down?

How about that shit?

Slow down, Rita.

Come on.

Let me help you out of this.

Suck my dick.

Come on, Rita.

Trade me for her.

You can walk out of here with me as a hostage.

Let her go.

Move out of my way, that's what you can do.

Move!

Move! - Don't shoot her.

For god's sake, don't shoot her, Rita.

Let her go.

Don't fuck with me.

I'll kill her.

Take me instead.

We're not doing anything, Rita.

Come on, don't shoot her.

I want a car.

Get on that fucking radio.

Car and a driver on the street.

Anything goes wrong, I'll shoot this fucking bitch.

I get it. You'll get a car.

Where do you want to go, Rita?

Come on.

Let me trade places with her.

Get off of me.

When I get ready with you, I'm going

to fucking fuck your goddamn face up you piece of shit,

you goddamn fucking bastard.

You have the right to remain silent,

which I sincerely hope you take.

Good luck, Francis.

Am I ok?

Yeah, I'm fine.

That was scary.

You're a hero. Yeah.

Can I drive you somewhere?

Sure.

Where?

Your place. Sure.

Is this how it happened, how you lost your voice?

How?

What happened?

I don't understand.

P-r-i-s-o-n, prison.

You were in prison. What for?

What did you do?

A stickup?

And what did you stickup?

B-a-n-k.

A bank.

I'm in bed with a bank robber.

Well, at least you knew where the money was.

How long were you in prison?

A long time?

Another prisoner did that to you?

G-u-a-r-d. Guard did that to you.

I'm sorry.

I wish I could have heard your voice.

Will you teach me to sign?

Will you teach me to say I want you to make love to me?

Ok.

Will you teach me to say now??

John, this is Francis.

He just started this morning.

He's a great writer.

Francis, nice to meet you.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

He can't work here.

Why not?

Well, for one thing, he's a mute.

Well, sometimes John, when you lose one of your senses,

the others get better.