Original subtitles

[laughing]

It's Cheryl. Grab her, pull her in.

Gotcha!

- Help me. - Well, what are you doing here?

Nothing, I forgot my keys. That's all.

- Cheryl, you-- - 'Hey, hey, take it easy.'

I told her, if I ever caught her peeping on me again--

'Well, maybe that's how she gets her jolly.'

This is my room too. You're always in here with boys.

She's jealous. 'Cause she can't get any action.

'Nobody is interested in robbing the cradle.'

Oh, shut up.

Maybe, you'd like another lesson in case you missed any details.

- Come on, let's strip her. - 'Get you hands off me.'

'Come on, Judy, cool it. You cut it out.'

Just relax, will ya? Leave her alone.

'Let's just forget it. Just calm down.'

You're really sick.

- Don't you call me sick. - Cool it. She's just a kid.

'What do you mean kid? She's only two years younger than me.'

'She's just too nosy for her own good.'

'When it comes time for action, she always cops out.'

That's right, run home to mommy and daddy.

I hope they don't turn you over to the police.

Don't worry about me. I have places to go.

- 'Just give me my money.' - What money?

We're flat busted, baby.

So, you better shove off home, if you still got your ticket.

Maybe you two should think this over.

After all, you did come a long way together.

Let her go. She's too young to make this scene.

I'm sorry, I ever brought her.

You didn't bring me, Judy. I paid both our ways.

'If it wasn't for my money.'

You mean the money you stole from your parents, don't you?

That's the reason, she isn't too eager to go home.

Honest, Cheryl, I don't know why you had to come all the way

to LA to hide in closets and peek in windows.

Go to hell, Judy.

Baby mustn't forget her teddy.

(Cheryl) 'See you around.'

[bell dings]

- Hello. - Hello. Looking for a room?

Well, I'm not sure. Are you the manager?

No, no, but she should be around here somewhere.

- You live here? - 'I certainly do.'

It's very conveniently located.

Well, good luck.

- Perhaps, I will see you again. - 'Yeah.'

Thank you.

(female #1) 'Sorry, I have no vacancies.'

There's a place down the block, you might try.

Oh, no. I..

This is one of the last respectable hotels in the city.

We are extremely selective about our clientele.

Please, Uh. I'm looking for Mr. Attwood.

You mean Mrs. Attwood? I'm Mrs. Attwood.

Then you must be my Aunt Martha.

I'm Cheryl Stratton from Cleveland, Ohio.

Stratton? Lena Stratton?

She's my mother.

That's impossible.

Oh. These glasses make me look older, I guess.

That isn't the word for it.

Aunt Martha, do you have a room that I can possibly stay in?

I'll have to think about it.

But go on upstairs

before we tell the whole world our business.

What gave you the idea to come here?

I was in the city and I-I thought

I'd visit and stay maybe a day or two.

If it isn't too much trouble.

Don't know what you're looking for, but you won't find it here.

Oh, no. I just need a place to stay.

Look, I'm kinda mixed up right now.

And I just need some time to think.

- You ran away, didn't you? - I..

Yes, I did, but-but you have to understand.

My father was drinking himself to death.

You don't have to explain anything to me, child.

It's none of my business why you ran away.

Have you got any money?

A few dollars and my bus ticket.

But I could help out.

You can stay in this room for a couple of days.

It's nothing fancy, but I guess you'll be alright.

The bathroom's two doors down.

Now, I'm letting you stay here on one condition.

That you promise not to wander around the hotel alone.

'This is no place for a little girl.'

Sure. Alright.

You get some rest and I'll call you for dinner in a while.

Thanks, Aunt Martha.

Go wash that paint off your face before you come to the table.

[door creaking]

[creaking]

[creaking]

(male #1) 'Excuse me. I'm looking for a girl named Cheryl.'

'Can you tell me if she's staying here?'

(male #2) 'Cheryl, the name is not familiar.'

'However, there was a young lady in here a while ago'

'looking for a room. You're a friend of hers?'

(male #1) No, but I'm afraid she's kinda in trouble. I wanna warn her.

Warn her?

She took something from this friend of mine

that didn't belong to her. I'm sure she didn't mean any harm.

If she doesn't give it back there's gonna be trouble.

My friend is pissed.

Well, my boy, I may be able to give you some information.

But...this is hardly the place to discuss these matters.

If you could tell me where I could find her.

I'll tell you what. You come to room 319 in three minutes.

It's straight up those stairs.

The third floor and then almost down to the end of the hall.

You can't miss it.

Don't forget, room 319, three minutes.

I'll just slip into something, make myself more comfy.

Ah!

[footsteps]

[knocking]

[creaking]

[door knocking]

(male #3) 'Goddamn this bathroom.'

'There's always someone in here when I wanna take a piss.'

[footsteps]

[door knocking]

- Yes. - 'It's me, Martha.'

Dinner time.

Alright, I'll be ready in just a minute.

Where is Uncle Orville?

Orville, he passed on several years ago, age of 73.

Mother said that you and Orville had a little girl.

Not Orville, just me. He was too old.

We went to a doctor and worked it out another way.

Didn't need Orville.

Where's your daughter now?

'That's her silverware and dishes you're eating out of.'

'She'd be nearly twice your age if she were here today.'

What happened?

I guess you'd say, she's in the Lord's hands.

Oh!

[water dripping]

[creaking]

[door creaking]

[footsteps]

Aunt Martha?

[footsteps]

It's alright, child. I've been doing this myself for years now.

But I wanna help. It's the least I can do.

[male singing]

That's Mr. Love Joy. He keeps himself company.

Well, he sounds drunk.

Aunt Martha, who lives in the room next to mine?

Nobody. It's a storage room. Why do you ask?

Well, I-I heard noises in there.

- What kind of noises? - Just sounds, that's all.

You must be imagining things, child.

That room's empty.

And locked. Been empty for years.

Mrs. Quigley, this is my niece Cheryl.

She's staying with us for a while.

- Alice? - No, not Alice.

Alice. Ha ha ha.

Mrs. Quigley used to own this building.

She was a very rich woman until 1929.

Who's Alice, Aunt Martha?

Just a girl who had a room here long time ago.

- It's me, doctor. - How old was she? Alice.

Dear, maybe you better let me do this room by myself.

Oh, that's okay. I-I wanna help.

Yes, but this room is...a little peculiar.

Who have we here?

The charming young lady I met yesterday if I'm not mistaken.

Got yourself a room, have you?

I'll wage you charmed your way right into Mrs. Attwood's heart.

- I'm Mrs. Attwood's niece. - I should have known.

I can see the resemblance.

Now, tell me your full name, please.

- What for? - A-ah. Ha ha.

It's well you ask, but never fear.

I shall tell you something of great value. I promise.

- Cheryl Stratton. - Oh, no spell it out, please.

C-H-E-R-Y-L S-T-R-A-T-T-O-N.

Yes, very good.

[laughing]

This is a lovely one.

Now, let me see we have one, two, three, four, five, six

seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven consonants.

Eleven consonants. Eleven consonants!

- What's so great about that? - What indeed.

[laughing]

My dear child, anyone possessing these 11 consonants

is one of God's elect.

Oh, right.

Oh, my dear Mrs. Attwood--

- I know, I heard. - Isn't it marvelous?

Does that mean you're going to pay the rent?

Oh, ho-ho, I-I've just been studying your horoscope, dear.

And I have found some most intriguing sign.

If you'd pay your bill, Reverend

I'd consider that a most rewarding sign.

You will come back, won't you?

In cases like yours... instruction is most important.

- Who's he? - His name is George.

- He's a photographer. - A professional photographer?

Certainly, has his dark room in the basement.

He's kinda strange, good looking though.

You think so?

"Desire In The Shadows."

[moaning]

[moaning continues]

[door creaking]

[footsteps]

It's a pity you're not feeling well, child.

Otherwise, I'd insist that you come with me.

Thanks. Somehow I don't think I'd enjoy a funeral too much.

'Besides, I didn't even know the lady.'

It's not a question of enjoyment.

I hate leaving you here alone.

But, of course, you won't be completely alone.

I have someone to keep you company.

Aunt Martha, what are you afraid of?

- Oh! What is that? - This is Whitie.

Don't be afraid, he won't hurt you.

- Say hello to him. - Get him away from me.

What did you do that for? Told you he wouldn't hurt you.

He's perfectly tame, I've had him for years.

I'm sorry, Aunt Martha. I guess I just got a thing about rats.

But now, where did he get to? Whitie, Whitie.

Cheryl, if you find him, put him in the basket and close the lid.

I don't want him getting into mischief while I'm gone.

Aunt Martha, was this woman a close friend of yours?

- No. - 'But you did know her?'

There are some things you're still too young to understand.

'Why are you taking your camera?'

I always take pictures for my album.

Pictures of the funeral?

I try to capture the exact moment

when the spirit leaves the body.

Well, I must get going.

You won't go wandering around the hotel, you promised me.

Of course not. Why should I?

'I'll stay in here and lock the door.'

'If that'll make you feel better.'

Yes.

Lock the door.

[rat squeaking]

[zapping]

[zaps]

[keys jingling]

[door creaking]

[rustling]

[scratching]

[groaning]

Ah.

[thud]

[laughs]

[laughs]

[male singing]

[gasps]

(Aunt Martha) 'Cheryl, Cheryl. I'm home.'

[knocking]

Cheryl.

'Cheryl, I'm home.'

'Cheryl, let me in.'

[knocking]

Cheryl.

Oh, I'm sorry, Aunt Martha, I didn't hear you.

I must've fallen asleep.

Oh.

Everything alright while I was gone?

Yes, fine.

- Did you stay in here? - Ah-ha.

Except, I had to go to my room once for a second.

- To get something. - Did you hear any noises?

'Noises?'

You said you heard noises when you were in your room.

Those, ah, no. No, they went away whatever they were.

Good.

I brought you some candy.

Thanks.

And some nice Camembert for Whitie.

Where is Whitie by the way?

- I don't know, Aunt Martha. - 'Whitie, Whitie.'

- I haven't seen him. - 'Whitie.'

[click]

I'm here to fix Dr. Moon's refrigerator.

You're Artie, aren't you?

- Yeah, I'm Artie. - Dr. Moon's room is 319.

I guess, you know the way.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, what're you doing here anyway?

- 'Where's the manager?' - I'm her niece.

She's out and I'm supposed to be minding the store.

You're the only one who's come in all afternoon.

Manager's niece, huh? How do you know my name?

I don't know, I-I guess, Dr. Moon must've mentioned you.

He talks about you a lot.

You must do an awfully good job fixing his refrigerator.

'Oh, yeah? He talks about me, huh?'

That's very interesting.

I think I'll fix the Reverend's wagon while I'm at it.

(Aunt Martha) 'Whitie, Whitie, where are you?'

'I know you're hiding. You come here to your mother.'

'Whitie, Whitie.'

I'm sorry, I have no vacancies.

There's a place down the block you might try.

(Judy) 'Hey, wait a minute.'

This is one of the last respectable hotels in the city.

And we've to be extremely selective about our clientele.

Listen, lady, I'm not looking for a room.

I'm just trying to find a friend of mine.

You wouldn't be Mrs. Attwood by any chance?

Well..

I'm looking for your niece, Cheryl Stratton.

I figured she might be staying here.

- Who are you? - Judy Adams.

Cheryl may have mentioned me.

She and I came out here together.

She used to talk about her swell Aunt Martha.

'Who had this terrific hotel. Guess, that must be you, huh?'

Jeez! I had a terrible time finding this place.

I couldn't quite remember the name right.

I thought it was The Queen's Arms or something.

'I sent a friend to help me find her but he must've gotten lost.'

Well, get to the point. What do you want?

Mrs. Attwood, is Cheryl staying here?

What if she is?

Mrs. Attwood, I'm Cheryl's best friend.

I'm sure she must've mentioned me.

Oh, she mentioned you alright.

Well, see the thing is... when we left Ohio

I had to borrow some money from Cheryl.

Only $25, but I know she doesn't have very much herself.

And I felt just awful about not paying her back before she left.

You wanna leave the money with me?

I'll see to it that Cheryl gets it.

Oh, no. I wanna give it to her myself...in person.

Is she here or isn't she, Mrs. Attwood?

Why, yes. Of course, she's here.

As a matter of fact she's working for a photographer.

Who has his dark room downstairs in the cellar.

She's probably down there right now.

Mixing up some chemicals or something.

- Shall I tell her you're here? - No, that's alright.

I'll go down and surprise her.

I know she'll be very surprised.

Come along.

It's right down these steps all the way

to the end of the hall and turn left.

You can't miss it. There's a red light over the door.

- Thanks, Mrs. Attwood. - Call me Aunt Martha, child.

Everybody does.

Cheryl?

[knocking]

Goddamn it, open this door.

Cheryl? What the..

(Judy) 'Oh, wow!'

[mystery music]

[cello music]

[percussion]

[door creaks shut]

Cheryl. Is that you?

[door creaks]

Cheryl!

[screaming]

[motor revving]

That's 50 cents.

Oh, no. I hope I didn't forget my money. I was in such a hurry.

- You live around here? - Yeah.

I'll just go back and get it.

No, just over in fifth. The King Edward Hotel.

That's-that's a funny place for somebody your age.

Yeah, I know. Well, I'm staying with my aunt.

Hey, listen, about the money. You can drop it off later.

Oh, thanks.

- I don't do that for everybody. - Well, I appreciate it.

- What's your name? - Cheryl.

I'm Jeff.

Well, thanks again.

[car honks]

[bowls clinking]

Hi, Reverend Moon. How's your refrigerator doing?

[chuckles]

[saxophone music]

- Hello. - Good morning.

You're becoming one of the regulars around here.

Yes, I guess I am.

How do you like it so far?

It's alright. Takes some getting used to, though.

Yes. Well, I'm sure you'll get to like it.

[violin music]

Aren't you hungry?

- Aren't you? - What?

I said aren't you hungry?

Oh, no. I was just thinking about something I guess.

I'm not really hungry either.

[wall clock ticking]

'I haven't felt right since Whitey disappeared.'

I do wish you'd come with me to the funeral yesterday.

It was quite successful.

Next time, you're definitely coming with me.

What could be successful about a funeral?

At certain funerals

you could actually feel the liberation of a spirit

from the prison where it's been captive.

What do you mean? What-what prison?

Cheryl, dear. When you're older you'll realize

that the body is a prison that traps and bends

the natural spirit to its will.

It makes us weak or sick or ugly.

It makes us into men or women, or whatever it likes.

Whether we like it or not.

I never thought of it that way before.

You must think of it that way.

So that when your time of trial comes, you'll be able to--

[phone rings]

'Hello.'

'Just a minute please.'

[footsteps]

- It's for you. - Me?

Not my parents, I hope.

Hello.

Hi. You probably don't remember me. I'm Jeff from key shop.

Oh, sure. I-I remember. I still owe you that 50 cents.

I didn't call you about that.

'There's gonna be a rock concert in McArthur Park, Friday night.'

Um. Well, what time does it start?

'About 8:30 I think. They got some real great rock groups.'

'I could pick you up around 7:30'

'and then later we can grab some food or something.'

Sure. That sounds alright.

Great. I'll see you at 7:30, then.

- 'Bye.' - Alright. Bye.

- Who was that? - Oh, just a boy I met.

A boy? Where did you meet him?

Just around. In a store, near Broadway.

- Oh, child. - What is it, Aunt Martha?

I'm afraid you're going to turn out

like all the other women in this family.

[violin music]

You're showing the first signs already.

Just because I'm going out with a boy, what's wrong with that?

A boy you picked up on Broadway.

If you don't need any help with the dishes, I'm going to bed.

- If you don't mind. - Don't be angry, child.

I'm only trying to protect you.

From what?

[intense music]

Goodnight, Aunt Martha.

[saxophone music]

[door creaks]

[creaks again]

Alice, is that you, sweety?

What took you so long, Alice?

I want you to help me with my hair.

Alice doesn't live here anymore.

[eerie music]

[saxophone music]

[eerie music]

Mr. Lovejoy.

Mr. Lovejoy.

Yoo-hoo! Mr. Lovejoy.

I don't understand. He never goes out in the daytime.

[door creaks]

[snoring]

Lady, I'm afraid I'm going to have a problem with this job.

We'll just have to roll him out of the way.

[snoring continues]

You remove the chair out of the way, girlie.

My name's Cheryl.

[male moans and burps]

Alright, thanks, kid.

Let's get this table.

Dead drunk. Honestly, Aunt Martha.

I don't know why you put up with drunks like this in your hotel.

It's really disgusting.

Talk about weak spirits.

Alright. Let's clear the rest of this mess away.

Cheryl, hold this lamp.

(Aunt Martha) 'Cheryl, did you hear me?'

Cheryl.

Will you excuse me a few minutes?

I have to go downstairs.

[vehicle honks]

Cheryl. Cheryl.

[jazz music]

[music continues]

[crickets chirping]

[car honks]

(male #4) Peter, I told you I wasn't getting home.

(male #4) I can't talk. There's people around here.

(male #4) I told you, Peter, that I went to the race track.

(male #4) I wasn't out getting laid, but..

God damn hippies. They're taking over this country.

'That's shameful. Ain't got no morals at all.'

All these young gals doin' it left and right. They don't care.

And there's nothing they won't do. You know what I mean?

Hey, I bet you like a little bit of that yourself, eh, right?

[eerie music]

Goddamn weirdos. They're taking over this country.

[coin clinks]

(Aunt Martha) 'Hello, King Edward Hotel.'

Is Cheryl there...please?

No. She's out now. Who is this?

- 'Ah...okay. Thank you.' - Who is this?

[transmission ends]

[eerie cello music]

[music continues]

[percussion bells]

Goddamn it, lady.

I have no privacy.

[footsteps]

[moaning]

[door creaks open]

George.

[door closes]

It was you on the phone before, wasn't it?

Don't you know enough to leave that child alone?

When are you going to stop interfering?

George. It's for your own protection.

Stop it. I had enough protection.

George.

Look at me. I'm going to pieces.

I can't even work anymore.

That's your fault, George.

If I'd known she was gonna get you all upset

I'd never let her stay.

You knew. You did it to test me.

No, George. I thought she was just a child.

But she's like all the rest in this family.

Can't wait to wriggle her little body to get men all around her.

That's the way women are.

If they were any different, they'd be freaks.

Don't say that.

It's a piece of the flesh. It can be overcome.

I overcame it. And I'm helping you.

Helping? Helping me. You have helped ruin my life.

You robbed me of a normal childhood and now you're trying

to rob me of whatever little pleasures I can still enjoy.

It's a sick pleasure, George, and shameful.

It's no more shameful than what I do with those dolls.

The dolls can't hurt you, George, and you can't hurt them.

The girl's dangerous, she's liable--

She wants to be with me.

Did it ever occur to you that she might love me?

George, you know, it can't work.

You don't think I'm man enough, do you?

You don't want another Alice, do you?

I don't care anymore.

I'm a human being and I need human contact...now.

Alright, George, But not her, not Cheryl.

I'll find somebody else for you, George.

Do you hear? I'll find somebody.

[water dripping]

[mystery music]

[water dripping]

[music continues]

[water rippling]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[chuckles]

[music continues]

Oh, wow. This is heavy.

You handle that can almost like a man.

I handle them better than most men.

Do you good to learn something useful too.

Weak women.. I tell you, child

my daddy didn't have any use for those

silly painted up creatures. Married one anyway.

It was the ruination of him.

You can push that trash way down in there.

Now we can pack more in there.

'Okay, it's all down.'

Cheryl, there's something I've been meaning to talk about.

I'm afraid I can't let you stay here much longer.

Oh, well, I wasn't really planning to stay much longer

but I'd like to stay a while if that would be alright.

- I mean you said-- - I know what I said.

- But things have changed. - If it's the question of money

I was thinking about getting a job so I can pay you.

What kind of a job could you get?

'I don't know. I thought I'd help George--'

You stay away from him. Do you hear?

I don't want you even talking to him.

Aunt Martha, I-I--

You're playing a dangerous game, young lady.

If you know what's good for you

you'll take the first bus home tomorrow.

- I mean it. - Alright, Aunt Martha.

If that's what you feel I'll find out about the bus now.

'Hello.'

Hello? Anybody there?

Hello, if somebody's there you better talk or I'll hang up.

How did you like those things I gave you...Cheryl?

'George? Is that you?'

'Oh, I-I liked them. I-I-I really did.'

'They were really neat.'

'I-I never saw anything like that before.'

You look terrific wearing those things.

'Thank you. Was it exciting?'

George...I don't know exactly what you want.

Uh-h, I love the gifts and things I mean..

You're the only one who doesn't treat me like a little girl.

You think of me as a woman, don't you?

- Yes. - 'I was wondering..'

Wouldn't you like to really get together?

We could talk or something?

And you could take my picture.

I'd love to pose for you, George. Honest.

I'd do anything you ask me to.

'You could come to my room. Tonight even.'

'I'll wear the things you gave me.'

Say, 10'o clock?

Try and come, okay, George?

George, are you there?

George?

Where did you meet Cheryl, son?

My dad's a locksmith. We have a key shop over on Main Street.

- Key shop? - Yeah.

Anyway, the other day Cheryl came in and..

Oh, my Gosh! Cheryl?

- 'Hello, Jeff.' - 'Wow! You look fantastic.'

Sorry, I was detained.

Did you find out what time the bus leaves for Ohio?

No, I didn't have time. I'll find out tomorrow.

Let's go, Jeff.

'The concert's probably started. Hope we can still get in.'

I said I was sorry.

[people cheering]

You know, you're not the first King Edward girl I've met.

Oh, no?

Used to have a very good friend who lived there.

- So, what happened? - It's funny. I don't know.

Just went away one day.

Moved out without leaving an address or anything.

Was her name Alice?

Right. Alice Rogers.

- How do you know? - I saw her picture in the room.

- She was pretty. - She was a professional model.

Do you know anybody at the hotel who could tell me where she is?

Did you ask me out to pump me about Alice Rogers?

Of course not. See we were really good friends.

I couldn't believe she'd move away like that

without leaving an address or something. Or saying goodbye.

She used to tell me all about her adventures

with the weirdos who lived there.

She was actually afraid of one of them.

He was a photographer I think.

Listen, Jeff. I thought you were taking me to a Rock concert.

Not to listen to you jabber about Alice Rogers.

This date's getting to be a real drag. Why don't we call it off?

- Hey, come on. - 'I mean it. I want to go now.'

- Wait a minute-- - And that's okay.

I can find my way home myself.

- I'm sorry. - You don't have to worry.

He happens to be a very close friend of mine

that I was supposed to see tonight.

He's a photographer, and he lives at King Edward.

He may seem like a nut but he knows

the difference between a child and a woman.

Yeah? What's that supposed to mean?

Jeff, I think there are some things

you're still too young to understand.

So long.

There's a bus leaving tomorrow morning at 8:45 for Cleveland.

- I want you to be on it. - Okay. Anything you say.

I won't have whores and tainted women in my house.

George, are you there?

(Alice) 'George, you're not gonna give these pictures'

'to Prying Eye, are you?'

(George) 'I would never do that, Alice.'

'I have too much... feeling for you.'

'I thought by now you'd realize that.'

(Alice) 'Why, George? I wouldn't be posing practically naked'

'like this if I thought that you--'

(George) 'You thought I was different. Not like other men.'

'Well, it's true. I am different.'

'That doesn't mean I can't love you.'

- 'George, stop talking crazy.' - 'I could make you happy.'

(Alice) 'I think I'd better go now.'

(George) 'I could excite and make you love me.'

(Alice) 'George, what are you doing?'

'What you doing with that needle?'

- 'Please, Alice. Let me.' - 'Ah-h.'

(George) 'Don't do that, Alice. Please. I won't hurt you. I promise.'

(Alice) 'Somebody make him stop!'

[yelling]

(George) 'What do you want?'

You're the photographer, aren't you?

'George, that's your name.'

How would you like to tell me what happened to Alice Rogers?

[dramatic music]

[footsteps]

[dramatic music continues]

[knocking on the door]

(Cheryl) 'George.'

George, it's me.

George, why didn't you come? I have to leave tomorrow.

[door creaks]

George, are you here?

[floor creaking]

[thriller music]

[erotic music]

[music continues]

(Cheryl) 'George. I have to go away tomorrow.'

'And I'm really sorry you couldn't come and see me.'

'But...you said you wanted to'

'so I thought I would take this picture of me to remember me.'

'But then I know you like to take pictures'

'and I thought maybe'

'you'd like to take some pictures of me yourself.'

Hello, George.

I hope you don't mind if I'm here. Do you?

'No.'

No, I was going to come to your room after all.

You were?

You look wonderful.

Thank you.

This is the first time we had a chance to..

You know, get to know each other.

Yes, I know.

Would you like to take some pictures?

Yes.

I'd like to very much.

How should I pose? What's the best way?

Different ways.

Just pose in different ways.

No. Not exactly.

Take-take your gloves off.

That's it.

I don't know what the idea of this costume is

but I'm glad you're getting a kick out of it.

- You are, aren't you? - Yes. Yes.

That's it.

Nice. Good.

Good. Nice.

Pose in different ways.

I wanted to take one over here. Where are you going?

'I'll be right there. I have to get something.'

George. What are you doing?

- Hey, what's going on? - Nothing. It's alright.

Just lie still.

- Relax. I'll explain. - What's that?

It's alright. Let me. I have to. It won't hurt.

- What's that stuff? - Its-its spilling.

No! Stop! Let go of me.

- Please. - George, don't!

- Ah-h. - Ah-h-h-h.

[wailing]

- He tried to rape me! - He couldn't rape you.

He couldn't rape anyone.

George, are you hurt bad?

'What did she do to you?'

(Cheryl) 'Oh, my God!'

I didn't know.

My son.

(Cheryl) I didn't know.

'Of course, you couldn't know.'

'Perhaps, he's better off now.'

See how calm he looks?

His spirit's free of that body at last.

Don't go, child. You know, it's not too late for you.

You don't have to grow up to be one of those women.

You can still change.

You can take his place.

You can stay here and be my son.

- Your son? - Yes, you could have this room.

No, I suppose it wouldn't work.

I'd never know what you would do behind my back.

Listen, Aunt Martha, if you want me to be your son, it's okay.

You wouldn't be a good son, Cheryl.

I'll-I'll do anything you want. But please don't hurt me.

Of course I won't hurt you. It's very quick.

Alice didn't feel a thing.

Neither did that boy who came here looking for you.

Or his horrible girlfriend either.

- No. - I'll be very merciful.

- No, please! Aunt Martha. No! - Don't struggle, child.

You'll only prolong your troubles.

[Cheryl screaming]

[car honking]

Good morning, Mrs. Attwood.

I have a surprise for you this morning.

My sister sent me a bit of money again.

So I'm going to pay off some..

Oh. My word.

- You the manager here? - Oh, dear me. No.

I was just looking for her, myself.

Have you seen a clean cut 15 year old boy?

Brown hair, blue eyes, visiting someone here last night?

No. I'm sure I'd remembered if I had.

Cheryl. He came to see a girl named Cheryl.

Oh! There is a young lady named Cheryl staying here.

Let me see, she lives in room 223, I believe.

I suppose she's probably in just now.

[banging]

- What's down there? - That's the basement, officer.

'There's nothing down there except a darkroom, I believe.'

Something's going on down there. Do you hear that?

You guys check that out. I'll go look for the girl.

Is there anything I can do for you, officer?

Tell you the truth I don't know what we're doing here.p.

The kid's probably shacked up with the girl some place.

But his old man's been calling the precinct

every half hour since 4 am.

Says the kid's never stayed out all night before

without him calling up.

[banging]

(Jeff) Let go! Let go!

- Hey, that's my kid! - Come here. You alright?

- Thank God. It's you. - Jeff, what happened?

How did you get locked up down here?

- Over-over there...in the sink. - What?

Jesus!

This Cheryl?

I-I never saw her before.

But the picture, the picture's Cheryl.

Do you know who did it, Jeff?

I think it was a guy named George.

'When I saw that girl there in that sink.'

'It was a matter of time before he took care of me.'

- Should I call an ambulance? - No! We're not waiting here.

- You can walk, can't you, boy? - I'm not sure.

Sure you can. Hey, come on. Show the man how you can walk.

Ha, ha. See. He can walk. Ha, ha. Walk for Christ sake

What about Cheryl? Did George get her too?

Will you stop worrying about Cheryl?

Once we get outta here, I'll buy you a piece. Anything.

Just don't say nothing.

(Jeff) Take it easy, dad.

Jesus Christ! Kid, if you're gonna get physical with a chick.

Make sure you're bigger than her.

Any sign of the girl?

No. Her room's empty. Bed hadn't been slept in.

If you'd seen the freakos here your bed would be empty too.

Well, there's a girl in the sink downstairs with her throat cut.

Come on, Jeff. Aren't you hungry?

Don't you want a hamburger or something?

Soon as I find out what happened to Cheryl.

- That broad again? - Where do you want to have it.

He's a minor. He don't have to say nothing.

A clam get it. You're a clam.

Up on the third floor some place.

I don't remember the room number.

Come on, we'll find it.

Oh, excuse me. Have any of you seen Alice?

- I need her. - Who's Alice? Your dentist?

Excuse us, lady. We got some urgent business.

Rebuffed by strangers in my own house.

What is the King Edward coming to?

Do you remember which room it is, kid?

(Jeff) It's down there, I think. On the right. Right there.

George's room. That's George's room.

We're gonna pay a little call on George.

Oh, I wouldn't disturb George at this hour.

He's probably still jerking off.

You better stand back.

That's him alright.

I wonder who gave it to him.

Look at the jugs on this guy.

Boy! With knockers like that, I could go for this guy myself.

What's that?

Wow! World's oldest go go dancer.

Jesus, Jeff, is your girl?

(Jeff) It's Mrs. Attwood. Cheryl's aunt.

- What an outfit! - Ah, too many sequins.

I sure wish I knew where the hell this Cheryl was.

She sure has some strange playmates.

Now, what do you say we call Gilbert in homicide

and let him worry about it.

Remember me never to recommend this hotel.

Do you mind coming down to headquarters to fill a report.

Hell, no! We'll go anywhere. Just get us outta here.

Wonder if I'll ever find out what really happened to Alice.

Who's Alice? I thought it was Cheryl you came looking for.

Now you worried about Alice too? No wonder your grades are lousy.

Oh, dad, you don't understand.

No, don't worry, kid. Our homicide boys are terrific.

If this Cheryl is alive. I'll dig her up. Alice too.

(Cheryl) 'I'm sorry.

I have no vacancies.

There's a place down the block.

You might try...perhaps there.

This is one of the last respectable hotels

in the city, you know.

I would have to be extremely

selective...about our... clientele.