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Laura's who I am.

Of the snake mask.

As sensual and cruel as a praying mantis is.

I had admirers who gloated enviously.

I was the woman they paid just to get a whiff of my scent.

No one had the nerve to call me his or even her woman.

Only one.

Just one.

But he made a fatal mistake.

You don't betray the mantis.

Poor fools.

How stupid they look, smiling at a woman, the one they've betrayed, as they

sit astride her.

Poor fools.

how their expressions change from men to swine when you emasculate them, poor

fools.

Irene is who I am.

Irene the slut.

Filthy slut Irene.

Because I'm open to anyone's offers.

The women know I have vices.

And the men know me as a spring from which their pleasure flowed.

And they drank their fill.

My joy and happiness.

Was in quenching their thirst as they sucked me dry of desire their fingers

searching for more Now there are girls

They're all my girls They all know Irene

and Irene knows each one of them intimately and All of them would like to

know Irene again share

My name is Emmanuel, and I'm a woman.

Even in here, I'm free to be a woman.

I hate this piece of cement.

And I love my companions and friends all.

I love them for what they are.

In good and bad.

In love and hate.

For me, everything happens suddenly.

From reporter...

to prisoner, from a free woman to a person with no rights.

And the one responsible for this terrible miscarriage of justice will one

day pay for his crime.

But that's not what matters now.

It's my condition.

The condition of all of us here that counts.

Not one of us is a virgin in body.

We would all admit that.

But not one of us wishes to have her soul violated as well, whatever the

cost.

This is Albina, but I'm not in this lousy show.

I represent the captive audience watching this shit.

What I don't understand is how you can suffer it.

It makes me want to throw up.

The whole idea is revolting.

And the three speech makers you've just heard might just as well drop dead for

all their entertainment value.

Instead of our applause, they deserve this.

Albina.

You won't live long enough to forget this.

You'll see.

I'll get you in the end.

I won't ask you to give me an explanation for this filthy rubbish.

It is quite clearly an act of sedition, hysterical reaction to what justice and

the law is doing to you.

There's not a drop of repentance.

There's no humility.

It deals solely in cruelty.

It's packed with violence and sex.

The whole thing seems designed to disturb, to provoke unrest, rebellion

and escape.

I'm sorry, but you could censor the more daring parts.

Emmanuel?

You're still quite young.

You're headstrong.

And you're intelligent.

You had a good education.

And you're attractive.

Especially when you manage to overcome this rather forced vulgarity.

Another important thing... is the influence you have over your

companions.

I thought that putting on this show would help you all to feel this place

was less oppressive than some of the other detention centers, which is why

I agreed to it.

But if the script is not changed, I shall have to forbid it.

The show must not go on.

May I go now?

Certainly.

Take care, Emmanuel.

There's a limit to our patience.

I wouldn't advise you to push us any harder than you already have.

That's strange.

It's the second warning I've received today, and it seems like the same person

is speaking.

So they call you Irene, do they?

The filthy slut Irene.

What a stupid bitch you are.

Don't bother her. That'll be the day.

Take my advice and die.

I'd like to bite your nipples off.

And I'll do it.

Hey, fancy talker.

Advise your kooky pal to take more care or she'll be in big trouble around here.

Don't call me fancy talker, you.

Well, I'll be.

Don't tell me I'm not allowed to mention your intelligence.

I was being complimentary.

You make me sick, Albina.

You make me sicker than all the others in here.

You better stay out of my hair.

Don't you try telling me what to do in here.

I dictate all that goes on.

And you'll obey me, hear?

Same as all the rest.

Give me one good reason. I'm strongest. That's why I'm so feared. I don't

believe that.

I'll put a stop to your arrogance, you haughty hottentot.

You'll get your arm broken.

We'll see about that.

Albin, look at those two.

What is it?

You're revolting.

What's going on in here?

Explain. These two pigs were kissing in front of everyone.

How were they?

They acted like dogs in heat and need to be cooled down and be given a lesson in

modesty. I think you're right, Alina.

It's a good idea.

We'll start with... No!

You come over here.

The other guards, they all support Albina.

But why?

For what reason do they have to support Albina?

It was the better to let a maniac like Albina influence the inmates instead of

someone clear-minded like you, Emmanuel, who could mean trouble for them.

I'm going to ask the warden for an interview.

The policy can be traced to her.

So you insist that two of my guards tortured two girls in the washrooms last

night? without any good reason and aided by certain others.

Yes, I do.

That is extremely serious.

I hope you can prove it.

Can you prove the contrary?

I can immediately.

Molly, kindly repeat what you told me about the

events in the washrooms last night.

Two of the prisoners were discovered behaving in an extremely indecent

fashion. And were suitably punished.

Punished by whom?

Us, the guards on duty.

So there were no other prisoners in the showers to witness what went on?

No, certainly not. Are you satisfied?

You brazen liars.

How dare you?

Emmanuel, how could you think such a thing?

Come on!

Get out, all of you!

Let's go!

Get a move on!

Try and get out of here!

Aren't you going to wash your face?

What are you waiting for? Wash it.

Wash your face!

Why don't you do as you're told?

Put your face in the water and stay there till I tell you to come out.

Don't you listen to the order!

You won't get up yet!

Get back down!

Stop! Hurry up!

Are you deaf?

Well, sweetie, I fancy seeing you here.

Oh, you're really making enemies.

Fancy talking's not good.

You ought to be more careful.

It's worth it.

Seems that my enemies are your friends.

Are you feeling better now?

What's this sudden interest in my health?

I hate you.

I hate you.

Don't you laugh at me.

You bastard.

You bastard. I'll kill you.

Where do you think you two are going?

To squab out the showers as usual.

Did you learn nothing from yesterday's lesson?

You're forbidden to enter.

The showers are out of order.

Having a little trouble, are you, with the plumber?

We know Emmanuelle's in there.

You might have the decency to let her out.

Out of my sight!

At once, or you'll be sorry!

Albina slipped and hurt herself.

You had the floor polished too much.

Such a waste of soap.

You're so sexy. You do things to me.

Irene, may I ask what you're up to?

Let me introduce you to Bobby Stallone.

Bobby Stallone?

Where the hell did you pick him up?

He has almost all I need.

The only thing he can't do is talk, that's all.

George sent him to me to keep me in practice.

I'll lend him to you if you want.

Oh, thanks.

You're crazy.

What are you writing?

I have a suspicion.

Remember that man called Robinson?

I mentioned him to you.

Sure I do. The bastard who got you thrown into jail.

What's happening is no accident.

Someone's gunning for me. I'm certain of it.

You mean the warden?

No. I really don't think so.

There's more to this than a question of power.

I suspect there's somebody very important behind it who fears me even

though I'm in a prison cell.

You were investigating a case of smuggling drugs just when you were

framed and arrested, weren't you, Emanuel?

Yes, that's how it was.

You have no idea how many people who are above suspicion in this country are

involved in the drug smuggling racket.

And one of the men at the top of the list is Vincent Robinson, the man who

planted the dope on me.

But why the hell should he still be after you?

He can't do anything in jail.

But one day I'll come out of here, and I could pick up where I left off.

In fact, if he doesn't stop me first, I swear I'll destroy him.

You have to get him before he gets you.

That's Vincent Robinson.

My troubles began with him.

And it's his fault if they're still with me.

I'll never forgive him.

May we have a statement from the Attorney General? Mr. District Attorney,

is it true you've got a clear-cut case against the crazy boy Henderson?

We really would like to know that. Channel 6 would like you to give us an

exclusive for the 9 o'clock news. Mr. Robinson, the public is anxious, and I

believe they have a right to know the facts. Mr. Robinson, for the 9 o'clock

news, please, sir. Just one statement. Take it easy. Let's have a little calm.

Four dangerous criminals have been captured.

One of them is the notorious Howard Henderson we've been after for so long.

Known to the public as Crazy Boy.

They're due to arrive at the Santa Marta prison any time now to await sentence.

How long will they be there? But it's not a maximum security prison. There are

women at Santa Marta.

Let me tell you, gentlemen of the press, words mean nothing. I

prefer facts.

I believe there's one way only to deal with murderers. They must be destroyed.

Same as Mad Dog.

That's quite a statement. If they're in transit, are they sufficiently well

guarded? One more question.

Why

did

you get in my way? I didn't get any more than you did.

long way is he ferocious as everybody says this crazy boy sure is a mean son

of a bitch he is he's supposed to have murdered six cops that's his thing seven

during his last escape from jail i sure don't envy harrison back there

hey lawman you listening do

you know what i do to you If I didn't have this around my wrist, I'd be only

too happy to. Have you got any idea?

Yeah, you'd stick this gun up my ass, I guess. Pretty good guess.

That was much too easy.

He might enjoy it.

That'd be a real big pity.

You know what I'd do?

I'd put my hands around his neck and squeeze until his eyeballs flip right

out of his head.

Go ahead.

Enjoy your fantasies.

I intend to die of old age.

But you'll die like all murderers.

I guess you're not superstitious or you wouldn't be making such unfounded

predictions.

You can never be sure how things will turn out until the enemy's been buried.

I'm not underground yet.

I want you guys to know something.

If I hadn't been wearing this uniform when I took you in, I'd have killed all

four of you without asking any questions.

Just give me one excuse and you'll get a bullet through your brains before you

can use them.

I can be just as cold-blooded as you are.

But there's no point.

You're rats.

You're in a trap that's about to be plunged into boiling water, and that'll

be the end of you.

The world will finally be rid of the plague you brought it.

So, crazy boy, you'll never murder another innocent kid.

Your time is running out.

Go ahead.

It's been arranged.

Today is planned.

Nothing to worry about.

Everybody inside.

No. You stay here.

Hello, fancy talker.

What are you here for?

I have to tell you, I'm sorry.

But I've come here to finish your career.

What the hell is that up ahead?

A roadblock by the look of it.

I wonder what the hell that's all about.

Check it out, Carl. Make radio contact with them. All right.

Hello,

Transit Wagon. What do you want?

What's going on?

We're bringing new prisoners up to Santa Marta.

There's been a jailbreak from the penitentiary up there this morning.

We've had no communication from headquarters to that effect this

morning. That's as may be.

But I can't take your word for it.

I'm afraid I'll have to check you out.

You have to decide.

Ask the District of Origin.

What's your District of Origin?

We're down from Paso Verde.

Ask them who's their officer in charge.

Who's your commanding officer?

What's all this third degree for, friend?

Everybody knows our commanding officer is Dan Craddock.

They seem to be in order.

Pass me the mic.

Is Sergeant O'Brien with you?

I'd like a word with him.

No, he didn't come with us. He's on patrol in town today.

In that case, say hello from Sergeant Harrison.

Sure thing.

Disconnect.

Well, can we proceed now?

Put your foot on the accelerator.

Sergeant O'Brien's not on patrol anyway. He was murdered by terrorists two years

ago.

Jacob, at all costs!

Carl's dead. He's been shot. So have I. I'm bleeding.

I can't go on, Harrison.

Listen here, you scum.

Two good policemen are dead because of you, which gives me a splendid excuse to

blow you to hell. Only I won't unless I have to, because I don't want to get

dirty.

Get this into your skull, crazy boy.

You'll have no peace until you smell the stink of your own flesh roasting in the

electric chair.

Pat O'Hara, 34, Irish origin.

Multiple rapist and murderer.

Condemned to die in the electric chair.

And we have here...

Victor Brain, 35, known as Geronimo because he's part Navajo, murdered a

guard during an escape attempt from Fort Perry, where he committed his last

murder. He strangled his cellmate during the night because he was a bit noisy.

Snow sold out. I couldn't sleep.

He also got the death penalty.

Helmut von Bauer, 26, German origin.

Aryan. Rapist and killer.

Cut the throats of his accomplices while dividing the spoils of a heist.

His nickname is Blade.

And last but by no means least in our collection,

Howard Henderson, known as Crazy Boy in the headlines, where he is frequently

figured an unpredictable, dangerous criminal with a list of crimes to his

credit that include rape, robbery and murder.

I try to do my best.

A living example of refuse to burn.

His specialty is a dedication to cop killing.

To pay for all he's done, he would have to be condemned to death more than once.

Pity we can't hang, shoot, and give him the hot seat. That's not exaggerating.

Well, I've delivered the goods, and they have to stay here till their sentences

are confirmed, which should be in the next couple of days.

With any luck.

After which, they'll be transferred to the main security prison.

We'll take care of them, don't worry. That I can assure you.

They'll be temporarily put in the wing where we keep the most dangerous and

desperate prisoners.

Sounds like fun, guys.

Hey, where have you hidden the women? There's one right here. Did you notice?

Oh, that's a woman. She wouldn't turn King Kong on.

That'll do. Get going.

Kong, I love you. Shut up.

Now get going.

Get going.

Now get going.

Why me?

He got against me, I want to know. Looks like he's just not his type, I guess.

End of the line.

Inside.

In that case, time you took off our cuffs, I guess.

Oh, go on, General. My wrists are sore.

She'll take them off.

But don't try anything.

That's better.

Now it's my turn, darling.

That's better. Now I can play with myself and think about you.

Okay.

In the cell. Don't push.

And you.

Oh, great.

We got company.

It's full of roaches. What are you complaining about? This is luxury.

The only thing missing is the air conditioning.

Drop that gun, you stupid bastard.

I will wring the necks of these two whores like a couple of chickens.

What's the matter, shitface? Didn't you hear what crazy boy said?

Put down that gun.

Put it down.

I'm in no mood to play around. Do what I say.

You're getting to get angry.

So don't push too hard or you'll be sorry.

Show him we mean business, Blade.

Like I say, this bitch will be in even worse condition.

You want to be responsible for the death of these two sluts?

Take the gun.

Good for you. You gave him what he was asking for.

Hey, look, the master's still breathing.

Let me rip his throat open.

Oh, he'd be more useful as a hostage. We need the woman as well.

Keep pointing your gun at the warden.

Stop where you are, or I'll shoot the damn warden.

I'm ready to blow anyone that tries to move to bits in this mother-mugging

prison. You've got to listen to me.

For those of you who don't know me personally, I'll introduce myself.

I'm called Crazy Boy Henderson because killing is my favorite hobby.

And these here friends of mine are even worse than I am.

We've got nothing to lose because we've already been condemned to death.

So get this.

First, I want a radio transmitter.

Second, I'm not going to allow any cops in here hanging around.

Third, get me someone important to negotiate with.

If not, it means kaput.

Have you got that?

Who are you?

Did you fire that shot?

And who is this?

You ask too many questions, sweetheart.

How long has it been since you made love to a man?

Huh?

I bet you haven't done anything in a couple of years.

You're getting to miss it.

A girl like you needs a man to make love to her.

I know your type.

Mind your manners.

And that's no way to treat a lady.

You look after this wounded cop now.

He needs you.

And I'll be back.

See you later.

Ooh.

Four desperate criminals recently captured and brought to trial, at

present awaiting sentence in detention at Santa Marta Jail, have made a bid for

freedom this afternoon,

taking hostage the warden of the women's wing and another female guard, as well

as Sergeant Harrison of the special branch.

The bunch of desperate criminals include Crazy Boy Henderson and Helmut von

Bauer, known as Blade Bauer for his trick of using razor blades to kill his

victims.

This is Vincent Robinson here. I'm outside the building as you requested.

This is Vincent Robinson.

You wanted someone important.

I'm listening.

You listen to me, you lousy son of a bitch.

I'll give you exactly three hours to get a car out there to take us to the San

Jose airport, where you'll have a plane with pilot prepared to fly us wherever

we want to go.

And I'd better find a suitcase in that car.

And that suitcase better contain five million dollars in small notes.

And it better be clean.

Over. Three hours isn't much for such a complicated request.

You better do what I say, because if you don't, the warden dies in exactly three

hours. Then it's the cop's turn. Then the female serving sentences, one after

the other.

You got that, Robinson?

If you take longer than three hours, this jail is going to look more like a

cemetery.

Oh, and let me give you another little warning.

Up here, I can see everything that's going on. So don't try pulling any fast

ones. If I smell cops, the hostages die.

Over and out.

Your position is desperate.

You'll never make it, even if you kill us.

Patrick?

Here's a present, the warrant.

That's mighty generous of you.

Let's go, Colleen.

You check that no cops are prowling around. I'll stay here.

Ha ha ha ha!

by taking off your boots.

Come on.

Faster, now the rest.

That's enough! Stop it!

Who's there?

Where did they keep Morphine?

How should I know?

That's no good.

Where is it?

Where the hell?

Chloroform.

Filthy.

Hey, we're over here. Come here.

Okay, goodbye.

No, don't you worry.

I would never hurt you. I want you to do it all alone.

You're

quick

at least.

But I enjoy touching you.

I've forgotten the smell of woman.

Your lips look soft.

What happened to your thigh?

Just an accident.

Your skin's so exciting.

It's so long since I made love to you.

A woman with such fair, delicate skin and full, round breasts like yours.

Soft shoulders.

The smell of your hair.

Everything about you turns me on.

Thank you.

I'm a jealous man, you see.

And I don't want you to... to go fooling around with anybody else but me.

Good piece of ass, the warden. Hot and horny.

You ought to try her, too.

No, thanks. My taste lies elsewhere.

You stand guard now and call me if you need me, okay?

Sure.

Keep your eyes open.

Back in the land of the living, are we, General?

You might have put me out of my misery.

Now you're being stupid.

She stopped your bleeding.

Marvelous. You're a very good nurse.

Yes, my dear. Get your hands off her, you silver bitch!

Look, he started bleeding again.

So you're not as marvelous a nurse as I believed.

Are you?

Are you? Stop it. Stop it. You'll kill him. He'll die. Of course I'll kill him.

What else do you expect me to do with a bastard like that?

Tell me you'd be sorry. You should hate cops as much as I do.

But you, you can't treat anyone like that.

It's inhuman.

Inhuman?

I don't think I believe my ears. It's ridiculous.

I never thought I'd hear a prisoner beg for a cop's life. A filthy, sadistic

swine like that? You stinking little bitch!

It's time someone taught you which kind of men you're supposed to be good to.

Do you like making it with me?

This is Bobby.

Bobby?

Ask him to dance! Come on!

Dance! Dance!

You better dance too.

Go on, dance.

I don't feel like it. I'm sick.

You better do as I say!

Dance! Dance!

Go on!

Nice. Fine.

Why did you have to plunge through? Why?

That's cruel.

I... But I only had Bobby.

You stupid ass!

This seems to be the only entrance we can use.

You two keep us covered and then follow us in, huh?

I reiterate, Mr. Robinson, that I decline any responsibility for your

crazy plan, which I consider a high risk for the hostages.

I'm sure you do.

Now, I would like every face of the operation videotaped. Will you see to

it? Yes, I will. It's all ready. I'll see to it, sir. Good. Go ahead.

If this action fails, remember, I shall hold you responsible, Mr. District

Attorney. Yeah, I'm aware of that.

Go on through. Three! Look at that! You play too hard. You just watch out. I'm

going higher.

Hey, it's my turn. What game you got going on there?

Seven. Where you been, huh? None of your business, punk. There you go.

Hey, go on. What are you waiting for?

I made some interesting contacts. You did?

We counted up who owes who what.

Concentrate, everyone.

God damn it! What is it?

What's wrong?

My razor blades disappeared.

Okay, let's see.

How much we got here?

Don't worry, you're not gonna need it. The money they're gonna give us will buy

your own barbershop, man.

Don't move.

You've lost too much blood already.

I don't know why you're doing all this for me.

I would have done the same thing for anyone who was in your condition.

Lie down again now.

Bunch of wild beasts, Rodrigo.

We'll all be dead soon.

Mr. Robinson, they're on the line. Yeah?

Mr. District Attorney?

This is Robinson here.

Mr. District Attorney.

I'm listening.

It's about time we heard what's happening with the money we asked you

for. Getting a little nervous in here.

That's being arranged as requested.

Okay, but don't try any silly tricks because we're likely to get irritable.

No nonsense. The boy's getting nervous.

We're doing all we can.

I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer.

Patience. You'll have it all soon.

Look what's here.

Someone woke Snow White, eh?

Snow White?

That's your idea of a joke.

It's Dracula's daughter.

Which is the head man? Gives the orders.

I give orders.

I want to propose an exchange.

And I don't think you've got too much time to decide it.

You stay where you are!

Mr. District Attorney!

Hey, Mr. Attorney!

Mr. Robinson, I think he wants you. Come here at once.

Not you can surprise us, huh?

Now just see what happens to double-crossers.

I warned you. Now my friends are really mad.

They want to get even and slaughter everyone in sight.

I don't think I'll be able to keep him in check for long. Maybe half an hour at

most.

And this is what you get.

What are you doing that for?

Well... You're about to play roulette.

You and your rival can leave fate to decide who wins.

Go ahead, Snow White.

Try your luck.

Now it's your turn, baby.

Laura is who I am.

Laura the snake mask.

As sensual and cruel as a praying mantis.

I was admired, adored, envied.

Men would pay to... just to get a whiff of my perfect.

And when she is done with him, he is finished.

Your turn again.

Go on.

Poor little male, so vulnerable, so easy to destroy. Poor fools, how silly they

look.

Smiling at the woman they've betrayed as they sit astride her body.

Ah!

Hahaha.

That's not playing fair, General.

Stop there.

Drop that gun or I'll shoot you dead as a doornail.

Better not try.

You've only got one bullet in that gun.

Against five's a good odds.

You're on.

Better hope you lost the bet, little girl.

Help!

Help!

Come here.

We don't want you at all.

Pull the trigger.

What's the matter? Are you scared?

You're not scared.

Go on, don't be scared.

Go ahead.

Hahahaha!

Come in, Edison.

I can hear you.

Everything's ready. The car's waiting outside in the yard with the driver and

money you asked for.

You pleased?

Madly.

You ready?

Absolutely.

Okay. Get busy.

You over there. Keep your guns straight on them the whole time.

You, come this way. Hurry.

The money's all here in small notes.

$10 bills. Thank you.

Okay, hurry it up.

You go ahead.

I meant it for anything.

Good. Okay.

Keep your eyes on the warden. Shoot her if she gets any funny ideas.

You haven't a hope in hell of getting away with this. I know Robinson, the

attorney general. He's worse than you are.

I'm glad to hear it. I'll know what to expect. Go on.

What are you waiting for?

If anybody tries to shoot us, the hostages die.

Keep moving.

My God, Emmanuel, alive after all.

The prisoner, Emmanuel Larson, has been sentenced by this court for the selling

of drugs to five years in prison.

You'll have to kill me, Mr. District Attorney.

Because when I'm free, I'll expose you for what you really are.

Bastard.

Open fire.

What are you waiting for?

Now go and shoot them all.

You better not shoot or they're blasted to hell.

Don't fire, men. Stop.

Don't anyone shoot. Hold your fire.

You've got your car and your money here. We kept our word.

Well, go on. Move then. Out of our way.

The rest of you cops disappear.

Never seen such a lot of money in all my life. You know what? I'm a genius.

I don't know why your life is just starting.

Come on, you.

Faster.

What's wrong?

You hear what I told you?

You deaf?

Put your foot down.

Faster this car will go faster than that.

Yeah, that's better

What's this what is it

What's going on?

It's a trick. I think it's the car break. I must have pushed too hard.

You better be wrong Put your foot on the pedal come on do something for Christ's

sake Don't fuck around the engines burn out

I don't believe you. What are you saying?

I swear there's nothing I can do. Start it up again.

You must. You must get it started.

Over for you. For me?

Oh, no.

It's over for you, my friend, not for me.

I'm not finished yet.

I am both equally matched against each other.

until you smell the stink of your own flesh roasting in the electric chair.

And the world will finally be rid of the plague you brought.