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Where are my gifts?

There, on the table.

I've got watches for you, mistress.

And wallets full of money.

And jewels from a rich lady.

The mice haven't been watered today.

The poor darlings could go thirsty.

I must be so very careful with my little
men.

They must be happy until...

Until the very end.

Carl, do you see that?

They're writing about me again.

They're talking about me again.

They're scaring me again.

Carl, get me this city's other
newspaper, quickly.

No, mistress.

It's daylight.

There might even be police down there.
This evening I will get it for you. This

evening, mistress.

You filthy cretin!

How dare you say no to me?

No. No, mistress. I stand above you,
consenting to touch you. And you

say no.

Please, mistress.

Please? Please?

Aren't you a thief?

Yes, mistress.

Shouldn't thieves be punished?

Yes, mistress.

So please.

Please what?

Please, punish me, mistress.

No, no, no!

Please, please, mistress.

Wicked why he with my weenie

Mr. Watt, I presume.

That's right, I am.

519 -560 -GAME.

Welcome to my office.

Hi, I'm Gina Osborne.

It was such a beautiful day, I went for
a swim.

Can I use you after change?

Sure.

While you're here, you can tell me why
you interrupted the most important part

of my day.

Anyway, Mr. Watt.

Johnny, honey, not Mr. Watt.

Yes, I'm sorry.

Johnny, that's a cute name.

Anyway, I'm here because of my brother.

Your brother?

Johnny, will you hand me my bag?

Yeah, just a minute.

You see, my brother was found by the
police last week.

Dead.

They think he was a victim of the sex
ritual murders they've been having all

over the city.

Thanks. Yeah.

If he was murdered, then damn it, I want
to find the person that did it.

My revenge, so to speak.

The police say they have no leads, but,
well, I think I have an idea.

Oh, yeah?

Hi.

How about a drink? Yeah, a gin and tonic
if you have it.

Tell me. What makes you think you know
more than the police do?

I know my brother.

You see, Mr. Watt, I mean Johnny, my
brother was, well, how shall I say it,

very unusual.

He was a sex freak.

There's nothing he wouldn't do.

Peeping Tom, Goyer, exhibitionist,
homosexual,

bisexual,

hetero, anything that had anything to do
with sex.

It was all the same to him.

No matter how strange, he wanted to do
it.

Nothing was too kinky or bizarre.

He poured over the sex ads and called
everyone.

Hello?

Black Widow's Nest?

I'd like to come over for a session. How
much do you want?

Nothing if I'm not satisfied.

That's unbelievable.

Yeah, fantastic.

I'll be over in a half hour.

What? Oh.

All right.

I'll make it over in two hours.

What?

Ask for who?

Witch Adder?

Let's spell it for me.

W -I -T -H -A -D -E -R.

Yeah, yeah.

What? My name?

Tom. Tom Osborne.

Yeah.

He would wander the streets hours on end
looking for anything, anything at all

that could satisfy his need.

One time the cops found him gagged and
tied in an alley, raped by a bunch

of butch bikers.

Sometimes I think Tom was born in an
alley.

Do you want something?

Hi, I'm Tom Osborne.

I called... Which... Which Adam?

Come this way, then.

You said... Do you have your $50?

Wait a minute. I was told there was no
money.

That's right. If you're not satisfied,
you'll get your money back.

Are you a cop?

What? Lookit, do you want the session or
not?

I wouldn't be here if I didn't. Well,
then answer the question. Are you a cop?

No.

Do you come to places like this a lot?

As a matter of fact, quite a bit.

Come on, now.

Are you through with the Inquisition?

Lookit.

Here's the $50. Can I see which adder
now?

Hold on. I'm almost done.

Are you married?

Do you have children?

And do you own your own business?

Number one, I am married.

Number two, I have no children. And
number three, I don't own my own

Now, take off your shirt.

What is this? Can't a camera? Just take
off your shirt.

This is the nuttiest thing I've ever
done.

There. Satisfied?

Follow me.

Neither my brother's wife nor I knew
what he was doing.

We were always in constant fear.

Constant fear that he would hurt himself
someday.

In there, which I was waiting.

And then it finally happened.

You were chatted?

Yes.

Wow, this is one hell of a place.

Yes, isn't it?

Come here, Tom.

Come here, didn't you hear me?

Oh, yeah.

had anything like this ever happen to
me. And you never will again.

Now shut up!

Your clothes, Tom.

Take off your clothes.

What, are you going to take yours off
too?

No. I remain as I am.

Now, come here.

What'd you do that for?

Tom Osborne.

Do you want me?

If you do want me, it will have to be my
way.

What about my way? I'm paying for it.

Would you like some tea, Tom?

No, I don't want any. I don't drink tea,
thank you. Drink it.

Put it that way. Sure.

Oh, God.

It's terrible.

Who was that?

The divine organ of pleasure.

It will make you stronger, Tom.

Much stronger.

Sit here, Tom.

Oh, fantastic.

I'm going to come.

No, no, not yet.

Do you want to kiss me, Tom?

Oh, yes. God, yes. I want to kiss you.

Every part of you.

Then kiss me there.

Oh, God, yes.

I want to kiss you.

No,

not there.

No. No, you'll just have to be
restrained.

Put these on.

Put these on tight. Why?

What? I don't want to put those on.

Don't stop.

Don't stop.

Don't stop.

You're hurting me.

No. No.

I don't want to hurt you.

I'm just going to kill you.

What are you talking about?

You're mad.

You're mad.

I must have you.

I must.

I must.

No, I miss you.

I got you. I got you.

I got you. I got you. I got you. I got
you. I got you. I got you.

I got you. I got you. I got you. I got
you.

I got you. I got you.

Jean, this whole thing is a little too
bizarre for me.

I mean, catching unfaithful wives and
doing undercover work for attorneys,

that's more my line of work.

Come on, Johnny.

The police told me you're the only one
they trust in a case like this.

Look, I've got money.

I'll give you anything you want if
you'll help me.

I'll give you anything, Johnny.

Anything. Well, what are you into?

What do you mean?

Well, I figure, uh, you told me your
brother was a freak.

And you're from the same mold, so you've
got to be a little crazy too, right?

Well, that's something I can't figure
out. I'm really very straight.

I like my men one at a time.

Okay, where were we?

Hmm, hey, it's like I said, Johnny Watt.

Private tickets are disposed of.

Why don't we have a drink and go out and
get some dinner?

No. No, John.

How about you?

Okay. Sounds great with me.

Let's go play in the bed.

No.

No.

Oh, man.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Yes.

Oh, God.

Please. Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah. Oh, Steve.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, God.

Oh,

Johnny. Oh, God.

Oh, please, yes. Oh, baby.

Johnny, I'm bad now.

You see me?

Sweet thing, you.

Come up and see me again.

When I get a chance.

That's a promise, okay?

I'm looking forward to it.

Something new in sex.

The Black Widow's nest.

I mean, I don't know.

Sounds dangerous.

Just a minute.

Hello. Are you Johnny Wad? Yes, I am.
Can I help you?

Mr. Wad. Hi.

Johnny.

Oh, yes, Johnny.

My name is Patricia Osborne. Tom Osborne
was my husband. Oh, yes. My sister has

told me all about you, and I just want
you to know that I think this thing is

pure garbage.

Well, aren't you going to offer me a
drink?

Scotch, I'll bet.

With a little water.

Tell me, what makes you think the death
of your husband is pure garbage?

Mr. Watt, if my husband was murdered, it
was because of his own greed.

He was obsessed with every aspect of
sex.

It became a compulsion with him. I was
ready to leave the asshole anyway.

If he died or was murdered.

It was his own lifestyle that killed
him.

Not some strange sex ritual murder.

Mr. Watt, I want you finished. Complete.

Done. Ended. Do you understand me, Mr.
Watt?

Well... I'll tell you what, Patricia.

If you really want me off this case,
that's exactly what I'll do. I'll get

of this case.

Just that fast.

If that's really what you want me to do.

But your sister -in -law really loved
her brother.

And I think she has the right to see the
creep that did this to him put away.

Don't you?

That son of a bitch.

That goddamn fucker.

Night after night, I waited for him
while he was out in the arms of some

prostitute.

I tried to love him, but he was never
there. He hurt me so much.

And I've needed a man for so long.

Hey, just relax.

Listen, everything's going to be all
right.

Everybody needs somebody.

And I'm going to catch a creep, and I'm
going to put him away.

And when I do, you're going to feel much
better about it.

All right? Everything's going to be all
right.

You're very sweet and everything, but I
don't need another drink.

I need... I need...

Shannon Wong, you're beautiful.

My God.

What have you got down there, honey?

It's all yours, honey.

But it's not part of your feet.

Oh, yeah?

I'm sorry.

I want you to wake up.

John,

help me. I want to wake up to you. I
want to touch you.

Oh, God, I want to feel your cup inside
me.

This is awesome.

Oh, Johnny.

Johnny, I want you.

I want you to take me.

Love me. I need you.

Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm.

Cool.

I'm swimming, baby. I'm

swimming,

baby.

How about Tom?

Listen, let me put it to you like this.

How would you like to find me poisoned,
face down in some murky bog?

Oh, I'd get horny.

All right.

I'll equal what my sister -in -law paid
you to find the killer.

Okay.

You can always look at it like this. I
mean, you just made a down payment. You

might as well take advantage of it.

Yeah? Who are you? What do you want?

I read about your session in the paper.
I thought I'd come over and try it.

You'll have to call first.

It's all right, Carl. Let him in.

Who are you? What do you want? Come
closer. I can't see you.

Yeah, easy. One question at a time.

I came for a session. I found your
address in the paper.

How?

I have friends.

Anyway, about the session.

Come closer.

My,

but you're hung.

You must be very masculine.

A little more than most, maybe.

Anyway, how much is the session?

I mean, you're pretty good looking. How
much?

If you're not satisfied, you don't pay
anything.

Now, take off your clothes. Let me see
your prick.

Listen, I don't know what your bag is,
but I'm really not into dominance. Oh,

please, please, take off your pants. Let
me see your prick. It looks so big.

Like I said, if I ever change my mind,
you'll be the first to know.

Now, let me out of here.

Stay here.

Like I said, it's not my bag.

Now, open the door.

Carl.

Open the door.

You know, you're really both a bunch of
creeps. What if I ever change my mind?

I'll come back. Call first.

Come back any time, big one.

I'll be yours.

Be yours.

Bye.

You're a man enough for me.

I'll be yours.

Don't be damned, we got another one.

Six.

Hello, police department?

Yes. Media desk, please.

Thank you.

Hello, media desk?

Yes.

This is Johnny Hempson. Yes. I'm with
ATT Weekly.

ATT Weekly?

That's Associated Telegraph and Times.
Yes.

Listen, I wonder if you could help me.
I'm calling about the sex ritual

Yes. We're interested in those, yes. We
want to do an article. Yes.

I'm wondering if you could help me. I'd
like Mrs.

Benton's home number, yes.

Yes, that's the wife of the latest
victim.

Oh, I really... Yes, it's strictest of
confidence.

Mm -hmm. Of course.

Yes.

162? Yes. Uh -huh.

Uh -huh.

345191. Okay. I have... Of course. I
shall remember strictest of confidence.

Yes. Thank you.

Asshole.

I think I've got you now, you fucking
bitch.

Hello, Mrs. Benton?

Yes, can I help you?

Mrs. Benton, I'm Johnny Watt, a private
detective. I'm working on a sex ritual

murder case, so I wonder if I can come
over and talk to you about it.

No, you may not. I've seen no one.

Mrs. Benton, I understand how you feel
with the loss of your husband.

No, you don't understand, Mr. Watt.

I'm not grieving for my husband.

I'm afraid for my life.

How do I know you're not one of them?

Leave me alone.

Goodbye. Mrs. Benton, don't hang up.

You can call the police or you can call
Mrs. Osborne, another of the murdered

men's wives, to verify who I am. It's
very important that I talk to you about

this case.

All right, but I won't meet you here.

I'll meet you at the park at the wharf
in half an hour.

Goodbye.

Benton? Yes, Mr. Watts? Yes. Nice to
meet you. Hi there.

Let's go find a place and talk. I'll
wait in the car.

Oh, I understand.

Of course, it's bright.

Why don't we go up there on the bench
and talk?

Right out there.

Okay?

Mrs. Benton, I think your husband was
murdered.

The same fashion that five other men in
this city have been murdered.

I've done quite a bit of research, and
I've found that there's been 30 other

murders committed across the country.
And in every city where these crimes

taken place, there's a sex parlor called
the Black Widow's Nest.

So what does this mean? When are these
people going to come and get me?

Never. I'm almost positive about that. I
think the killer's a woman, and she

kills only men.

Wow. She uses poison, just like the
Black Widow's spider.

As a matter of fact, that's her name,
the Black Widow.

Wow.

Mrs. Benton, I don't mean to be
personal, and I know this is a personal

question, and I have to ask it.

Was your husband promiscuous?

Promiscuous? We were swingers.

Mr. Johnny Watt, or whatever your name
is, I'm still not sure who you are, or

even if you're telling me the truth.

All I know is my husband just died, and
I am honestly frightened. So would you

please, please leave me alone?

Hey, wait a minute.

Mrs. Benton!

Oh, you goddamn bastard! Why did you
follow me? I'm calling the police!

Mrs. Benton!

Mrs. Benton!

Ah, hiya.

Why'd you follow me?

Well, I was just thinking you were
frightened, and I thought maybe you

distraction.

You're kind of cute, even though you're
full of shit.

That's not what I meant.

Mrs. Benton, you've got to excuse the
place for Benton. That's actually so

these questions you're asking me?

What does it matter?

My husband is dead, and I'm not dead.
I'm living.

What do they say?

Death only hurts the living.

Anyway, I'm going to enjoy myself.

Why don't you enjoy yourself?

Well, what have you got going for me?
Well, I have a rather pleasant smile,

big blue eyes.

14 -inch cock?

Mm -hmm. I'm Linda Lovelace. And with a
bitchin' tan, too.

Oh, I can prove it.

Okay, Mr. Johnny Boy, I think that's
enough fighting jokes for one day.

You can please leave now. I think you
found out what you wanted to know.

Hey, Cindy, I wasn't kidding.

You need me as much as I need you.

I'm pretty sure it's that.

Oh, shit. Come on, relax.

Okay, Mr. Private Dick.

Your 14 -inch crank.

Okay. It's all yours. Come here.

Cindy?

Cindy!

I'll be right here in a second, sweetie.
Okay.

How's that?

Lovely enough for you?

She's good too.

That couldn't have been me.

Ugh, what a day.

Ugh, smell like water.

Right.

Motherfucking cunt.

Black widow bitch. Goddamn whore. We'll
see about your fucking knees.

I'll kill her.

Motherfucking cunt.

Goddamn spider.

I'll fucking break her fucking neck.

What, you?

Let me laugh, Rachel. I'll go away.

All right, get in there.

Well, Mr. Watts, so nice to see you.

You must have gotten my message.

I hope the spider didn't frighten you.
It was a perfectly harmless male, I

think. It's a smash mess now, but I
don't give a shit about that.

I like your nerve.

Come over and take you up on your offer
of a session.

Oh, really? How wonderful.

I knew you'd return to me.

You wait right here in this room, and
I'll go get ready.

Tom Osborne's wallet.

Hello, operator?

Yes. Give me the police right away. It's
an emergency.

Hurry.

Hello, police department?

Yeah. Be quiet and listen.

If you want the woman who killed those
six guys, get over here right away.

2710 Nelson Drive.

That's right. Hurry up. Come on, Johnny
Wad. I'm ready for you.

Coming. Ouch!

Hey, you really got a bug on, don't you?

What do you want to do?

You prick.

I want to see your prick.

Take off your pants.

Now! Do it now! Easy.

Easy. Relax.

God, I must have it. I must.

Ouch!

God damn it, watch that shit.

Listen, male, you're here for my
pleasure.

Do you understand?

Hey, I mean, can't you just cool it and
relax? I mean, you're obviously very

good looking. Now, can't you slow down
and just let me get into it? Oh,

bullshit. Here, put on these.

You're going to be kidding.

Listen, Johnny Watt, please.

You said you changed your mind. Now,
here.

No.

Will you please have a cup of tea?

Listen, no. I really don't want any... I
never touch his stuff.

But tell me, what's it like to... Why,
you crappy man -pig. How dare you talk

me like this?

Why, you're not fit to drink my urine.

Listen, you goddamn perverted cunt. I
don't even like your goddamn scene. And

this is that fucking spider.

Carl, Carl, come quickly.

Did you kill Hastings?

Did you kill Hastings?

Did you? Did you kill Lindsay?

Did you kill him? Did you?

Did you kill Herod?

How about Albright? Huh? Did you kill
Albright?

Oh, stop me. Stop me. Did you kill
Albright?

You son of a bitch. Yes.

Shit. How about Osborn? Did you kill
Osborn?

Yes, I killed him. I killed him all.

Stop me.

How about Benton? Did you kill Benton?
Did you?

Answer me. Did you kill Benton? Yes, I
killed him. You better enjoy this, you

fucking cunt.

Oh, she's going to put us through the
floor.

Jesus Christ. Sarge, are you sure we got
the right address?

Yeah, you got the right address.

It's the bitch who killed those six
guys. And you were a baller? Well,

perfect. I do like it.

I like it.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

suppose that bitch happened?

Hell, she was probably born that way.

The females say, give us power. We're
peace -loving.

There would be no wars.

Shit, that's a joke.

I know a female who puts people in cages
for disagreeing with her.

Hell, I shouldn't be surprised.

That's the way it's been since time
began.

A small group telling a large group what
to do.

Fuck it. I can't change it.

Just give me a great woman to make love
to and I'm happy.

Shit, there are people who want to put
people in cages for doing that.

I better stop this shit.

Why, hello, DuBois.

I heard the good news.

How can I ever thank you enough?

This

is

fantastic. More fantastic than you
believe.

Pat? Come on out, Pat.

Another?

Here, Johnny.

It's a check for $4 ,000.

You've done a fine job.

But then neither Jean nor I think that
it's quite enough, so, well, I guess you

could say that this is your bonus.

You mean a boner, don't you? Mm -hmm.

I'll tell you what, girls. Why don't we
go into my office and discuss this in

detail, okay? All right.

Hey, remember me? This is my phone. How
come I'm stuck at the bottom, man?

I'll trade you off.

Whatever makes you happy.

Bye.

Cut.

That's the key.

Thank you.

Oh, yeah, baby.

You feel so good.

You feel good.

Your skin is so soft.

I want to feel your power, baby.

I want you to like the feel of my pussy.

Cheers. Cheers.

I love you.