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Next caller, Richard Head.

Hello, this is Brittany.

Hey, Brittany.

Hi, what's your name?

Richard, but call me
Dick, Dickhead.

That's what my mama called me.

Okay, Dickhead,
what do you like?

Cake. Cake.

Today's my birthday.

Happy birthday, Dickhead.

What do you want
for your birthday?

Okay.

Next caller, Raul
Flores.

Hello.

Hey.

You got a fat donkey?

Donkey, what do
you mean, baby?

Stupid bitch.

Freaky motherfucker.

Puta pauta.

A
mama that bakes me cakes

and lets me suck her
big fat tits.

Speakerphone.

This is Trixie.

Trixie.

Me gusta tu nombre.

Trixie, you got a fat donkey?

Donkey?
What the fuck?

A fat ass.

I sure do, baby,
and I just wiped it.

That is fucking rude, bitch.

Next caller,
Raul Flores.

Hello, this is Brittany.

You got a fat donkey, bitch?

Oh yeah.

How fat is that motherfucker?

My ass is so fat...

Huh?

...it's got its own zip code.

Bitch, you are funny.

I like it.

Hey, hey, what's your name?

Brittany.

Brittany, do you
have dark hair?

Yeah.

Oh, because I like my bitches
with dark hair and big donkeys.

Hey, are you a porn
star, bitch?

No, I'm just the
sexy girl next door.

Ah, puta madre.

That's why you like
that shit, huh?

>>Hey, answer me, bitch.

That's why you like
that shit, right?

Yeah.

Ah, I knew it .

They all like it.

That's why I keep
getting away with it.

With what?

With raping you bitches.

Number 10, you were the
bitch I raped last night, eh?

You hear me?

Scream, bitch.

Next caller, Paul Hampton.

Hello.

Hey, you a dirty little girl?

I sure am, baby.

Ah, call me, daddy.

What do you look like?

I've got long blonde
hair, big blue eyes,

size double D 34 breasts.

I like them flat chested,
just like my babysitters

and my daughter, Tina.

What'd you say?

Suck it Tina.

Suck daddy's juicy pickle.

I'm afraid we're going

to have to let you go, James.

But why?

Sexual harassment will not
be tolerated on these antiques.

Who did I sexually harass?

You need to pack your
things and you need to go.

But no one else works here.

>>Next caller:
Dudley Elvis Johnson.

Hello, this is Priscilla.

Oh, Priscilla, I'm
so glad I got through.

I kept getting Candy and
Misty, and Trixie's lines.

You're so busy, baby.

Always good to
hear your voice, darling.

Look, I really need
to talk to you.

You sound out of breath.

Well, hitting redial got
me all lathered up, baby.

Our connection's always
been loyal as a hound dog.

You hear me talking
to you, baby?

Loud and clear.

Are you still upset about
your urges towards women?

Oh, you got it, darling.

You remember that good
looking girl I met

from the park, long red hair?

Little Annie?

Your memory's like
a fried peanut butter

and banana sandwich.

What's the
latest on little Annie?

Well, little Annie slides
into the caddy like always.

She asked
me if I liked strangulation.

Elvis ain't into choking.

Good night baby.

Oh, tune it in.

She's on my balls like
a hungry boll weevil,

really getting after it.

She asked me to let her
stretch her legs a little bit

so we walk behind some trees.

King likes to please.

She asked me to choke
her, so I did.

I'm all shook up.

And then I see her eyes roll to
the back of her head and I stop.

Something
went wrong so I left.

Well, later
that evening I was sitting

down at the dinner table
with my husband and dog.

I could still smell little
Annie's pumpkin pie all

over my hands.

You with me so far, Priscilla?

Yeah.

Well, all I could think
about is little Annie

so I excused myself
from the dinner table

so I could go polish
the fish pump

in the bathroom, you
know what I mean?

Dangit baby, I got to take
this other call, baby, okay?

Hold on a minute.

Okay.

Dudley's Antiques,
this is Dudley speaking.

How may I help you?

Man, this shit is racist.

Excuse me?

You all sold me
a raggedy ass fan

and the motherfucker
caught fire.

Got smoke all over my shades.

I can assure you sir; no
one here's a racist, okay.

You just hold on while
I pull up your records.

Hurry up, motherfucker.

You still with me, Priscilla?

I'm still here.

Well, anyway, it's been five
days and I've got a hankering

to return to the levee.

Maybe you should take a
vacation with your husband,

make love to him and the
urges will disappear.

But all I can
think about when I'm

with him is little Annie.

I mean I've even got him
wearing little red wigs for me.

I didn't think Elvis liked
men with little red wigs.

Oh, Elvis is into
all kinds of things.

It's getting' crazy
here in Graceland.

I'm going to have
to call you back.

Next Caller, John Taylor.

Hey, fishnet toes.

What you doing little
perfect goddess with the feet?

Yeah, what you going
to do with those toes?

Yeah.

It's so big.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh yeah.

I don't know how
you can do that.

What?

>>What?

Are you fucking kidding me?

All I'm saying is that I
could introduce you to one

of Larry's lawyer
buddies, but you never show

up at any of my dinner parties.

They all think I'm nuts anyway
posing in some great dress

on this rickety old
boat in Venice.

Don't rock the boat.

Since when do you care
what Larry's lawyer buddies

think anyway?

Besides, aren't they
all married?

Since Larry became VP
of the Tuscany Law Firm,

very influential people,
Summer, men with money.

Men that could change
your life married or not.

Lisa, men have
already changed my life.

I mean in a good way.

I need a break.

Look, I think that you are
a really talented artist.

And who cares what
that shithead curator

in the Palisades said about you?

But honey, you're not
getting any younger

and in the last three
years that I've known you,

you have not been on one date.

I mean look at you,
you're selling face paint

and sage on the boardwalk.

What are you, a lesbo?

Not that it matters or anything.

No, I just haven't
met a good man.

Well then, come to my
dinner party on Saturday.

It's my 10-year wedding
anniversary for Christ's sakes.

There will be successful
good men there.

I'm not going to be some
married guy's mistress.

They're not all married.

Jesus, I'm just trying
to help you here.

Help me so I can be a rich
housewife with fake tits, Botox,

and a private trainer?

That's not my dream.

I am an artiste.

And I'm a consorting
contractor.

You're a melancholy
artist/phone sex operator

who lives on this boat
and I get that you have

to supplement your income, but
honey you can still be an artist

and not have to live on
this rattletrap, you know.

I love this boat.

All right.

Here's $300.

Larry will give you the rest
when he picks up the painting

and try not to talk to one of
those perverts while he's here.

Perverts are men among
us, men like your Larry.

Just what is that
supposed to mean?

Larry wouldn't so much as
even look at another woman,

let alone need to
call one for...

To masturbate?

How do you
know what Larry thinks?

It's called trust, dear.

Trust me; you have a
lot to learn about men.

And what makes
you such the expert?

If listening to men's
fantasies doesn't making you an

expert on men, I
don't know what does.

All right, but you just need
to get laid by the right man.

So I will see you on
Saturday, darling.

Stay straight, baby.

Right down the middle.

You knocked the shit
out of that one, Larry.

Step aside, ladies,
time for the big dog

to show you how it's
done.

Shit.

Having trouble with your
stick again, Stanley?

What the fuck
you laughing at?

Loser.

I've got to get
a new mistress.

Looking to separate
the men from the boys.

Why don't you
give me that stick?

I'll remember that the next
time I'm caught screwing the

babysitter.

Yeah, but you
see this babysitter?

She's hot.

Eighteen, tight little ass,
smoking little tits, gorgeous.

So what.

I've hit strange.

At least she's 21.

Sweet tasting pussy,
but dumb as a rock.

Anyway, I'd never bury my bone

in a teenage girl no
matter how stacked she was.

Never say never.

What the -- what in the...

Sorry Dr. Long.

You jackass.

Are you okay?

Oh my God, he punched
me hard in my noggin.

So how was it?

It was like a -- like a
new Ferrari, smooth as silk.

So did you smooth things
over with the wife yet?

Oh yeah, gave her a spa
treatment and a fur mink.

Yeah, I told her I
was just thinking

about her the whole time.

Nice. Really nice.

And it worked.

It always does, my friend,
it always does.

Next hole.

Yep.

Hello.

Hey, Summer, Detective
Brown here, how you doing?

Hey, Detective
Brown, how's it going?

Real good.

You know I promised
your mom I'd check

in on you every now and then.

Oh, thank you.

You still living
on that houseboat?

Yeah, still living
on the boat, painting,

selling sage on the boardwalk.

You painting anything
special?

No, portraits mainly.

Oh, that's nice.

Well, listen, I'm moving my
office down to the beach,

thought you ought to know.

Oh, that's great.

I rollerblade a lot,
maybe I'll bump into you.

That'd be great.

So listen, you be
sure to call me

if you ever need anything,
don't hesitate, okay.

Okay. Thanks for calling.

You're welcome.

You take care of yourself now.

Okay, bye.

Bye.

Skate here often Bill?

I love your urine-stained
shorts.

I come prepared.

Wow, Amber sure
is getting big.

That's Andrew.

That's Amber.

Right.

Are you still journaling?

Yes and now I'm
recording the calls.

Really, what do you
wish to gain from that?

Proof.

Proof. Proof of what?

Of how sick men are.

Most women have no clue.

Do you remember the story
about the frog and the scorpion?

About how the scorpion asked
the frog if he could get a ride

on his back to get to the
other side of the lake?

And the frog said, "No,
you'll sting me when we get

to the middle and kill me,"
but the scorpion promised

that he wouldn't, but
sure enough when they got

to the middle of the lake,
the scorpion stung the frog

and the frog said,
"Why did you do that?"

And the scorpion said,
"I can't help it,

I'm a scorpion, that's
my nature."

That story?

That's the one.

The lesson is acceptance.

We can only change ourselves.

Do you think by taping
the calls it's going

to bring you closure regarding
the issues with your stepfather?

It's not about him.

In previous sessions,

you said that when you were
little they didn't believe you,

that when you finally told your
mother, she went into denial

and your stepfather
was never charged.

Isn't that the source
of your frustrations?

Yes, but I...

Then why record
their fantasies?

What if they're
not all fantasies?

What if they're actually
doing it?

That's neither
here nor there.

Life is about choices,
Summer, and you choose to --

to subject yourself to deviants.

Quit the phone job.

I understand that, I do.

But most of these calls are
normal professional men married

with kids.

It's disturbing.

For example, I had a PE coach
call my lines the other day

who was fantasizing
about one of his players.

Hey, its coach.

Yeah, the girls are
teasing me again.

Yeah, well they're all teases.

Little Emily, she's the best.

How would you feel if
Amber's teacher was fantasizing

about having sex with her, huh?

Not very good, I'm sure.

However, there is no law against
fantasizing and quite frankly,

I would rather not know.

You would change your mind
after hearing these tapes.

I just spoke with a guy who
may have strangled a girl,

another guy who was
jerking off to the fantasy

of his own daughter
sucking his cock,

and another guy who
admitted to rape.

Women need to know how
sick some men really are.

Somebody needs to do something.

Thoughts manifest action --
your words of wisdom, remember?

So what are you
going to do about it?

Something radical, obviously,
to get people to listen.

Like what, take the
law into your own hands?

Maybe.

You're mixed up
from that job.

Quit the job; get over it.

You're not dirty Harriet.

You're getting in the
wrong car, baby, come on.

Whew.

Police Department,

what's your emergency?

I was told by a man
named Dudley Johnson

that he may have
strangled a girl;

put her body near some
trees near the levee.

And how did you
obtain this information?

Summer, hey there.

You're early.

Is that okay?

My meeting ended sooner than
I thought and Lisa's dying

to see the finished portrait.

Of course, it's
in the bedroom.

You going on a trip?

Actually, I --
I haven't decided

but right now I'm
on my way out, so.

Feel free to look around
and make yourself at home

and I'll see you
tonight at the party.

Oh, good, you are coming.

Wouldn't miss it.

Oh my God.

And
may you have many more years

of bliss just like Ann and I.

Thank you, too.

Look at that group.

Summer,
you're here, jeans and all.

Never mind, come on in, I want
to introduce you to some people.

There's that talented
artist, huh?.

Stanley.

Stanley, Anna come here.

I want you to meet Summer, she's
a very talented portrait artist.

Ah, so Larry tells me.

I was admiring your
work in the hallway.

Stanley is an
entertainment lawyer.

He plays golf with Tom Hanks.

Not very often.

He's not that good, actually.

Here -- here's my card, I know
a lot of movie producers always

on the hunt for backdrops
for their films --

adds production value.

He knows a lot
of movie producers.

He represents the studios.

So have you painted
anyone besides Lisa?

Stanley, she can paint pretty
much anything that you want.

Excuse me.

Man, I would love
to eat her pussy.

Enjoying yourself?

Yes, thank you.

And congratulations.

Hmm, thank you.

Lisa's a wonderful person, best
thing that ever happened to me.

May I have a word
with you in private?

Of course.

>>What can I do for you, Summer?

Well, you forgot something.

I don't really
know what to say.

Hmm, I don't usually find
myself at a loss for words.

I'm in love with you, Summer.

Bullshit.

And of all days to do it you
pick your wedding anniversary.

She's the best thing
that ever happened to me.

What a load of crap.

>>Why are you doing this?

I can't believe this.

I can't believe
you're doing this.

This is blackmail.

How much do you want?

$10,000.

That is fucking outrageous.

No, absolutely not.

What other little surprises do
you have in that purse of yours?

I'm sure Lisa will find this
a wonderful anniversary present.

Where do you think
you're going?

All straight men enjoy the
scent of a woman, okay.

Your sloppy pussy
is no exception,

but if you think
you can blackmail me

when I haven't even fucked you
then you are sadly mistaken.

Oh hey, tape, looks

like it's your word
against mine now.

I made a copy.

You fucking bitch.

Woof.

>>After all I've done for you?

Your artwork is marginal.

I did you a favor and
you treat me like this?

You are one ungrateful
bitch who talks dirty

to perverts for money.

How dare you judge me?

I didn't confront
you for a payoff.

Lisa needs to know what her
do-no-wrong husband was doing

the morning of their
wedding anniversary.

Keep your voice down.

Most women have no idea what
their men are really up to.

You can keep your favors.

You can't buy integrity.

Wait.

For your trip...

...and don't come
back.

Summer, Summer,
there you are.

You disappeared
from my party.

What did you think about those
two really attractive doctors

that I introduced you to?

I thought they were very nice
and that it was a lovely party.

You know, this
is really good.

Didn't I tell you that you
were going to have a good time?

I mean do I know how to
throw a goddamned party

or what?

You know, I took the liberty of
giving those guys your number

and -- now, what the hell is

that god-awful map doing
covering up your artwork?

Sailing away?

No, driving.

I'm thinking about going
back home to visit my sister

and each colored pin
represents a pedophile or rapist

that I plan to expose
along the way.

Wonderful.

Pedophile and rapist.

I thought you quit
that phone job.

I did.

You know, Summer,

I can recommend a real
good spa or something.

I know a great place that's --

Is that Larry?

What the hell is he doing?

Lisa, women need to know
how their men really behave

when they think no
one's watching.

He gave me the check to
keep me from telling you.

Keep it.

That's not my husband.

Hey, it's Lisa.

I just wanted to let you
know that Larry confessed

to everything and
said he was thinking

about me the entire time.

That little road trip
that you're planning,

honey, you should cancel it.

Go buy yourself a new
car and some class

with that check.

You need it, honey.

Hello.

Hey I'm on the road.

When you think
you'll be here?

Gotta make a couple of stops,
might take a little while.

What are you doing?

Going on a fucking diet.

Drive safe.

See you when I see you.

Detective
Brown, I'll have a delivery

for you to pick up
this afternoon.

Meet me at the Ghost
Town Junction, 3:00 p.m.

Hey, Harrison.

Hey, those things
will kill you.

Going to die anyway.

I got a cold
beer if you got a catfish.

You can have all of them;
I got a mess at the house

that still need cleaning.

That'll work.

I'll put the rest in the
freezer for when company comes.

My sister's been
talking about a visit

and she just loves my
cornbread and fresh peas.

Now, that's perfect
with catfish.

Good, and don't
forget to invite me over,

I haven't had a home-cooked
meal in ages.

I heard you and your wife
split, sorry about that.

Yeah, well it's been
a couple of years now.

Had plenty of time
to write more books.

Sold a bunch of copies.

Built my house.

I heard about that, too.

The moron guide to
fishing, right?

Yep and you know,
she didn't like fishing,

o

Really?

Huh. I love to fish.

I could fish all day.

We should go sometime.

Sure.

Watching that cork bobble
just before you set the hook --

it's great.

Yep, then frying
up for supper.

Yeah.

Well, some things
just ain't meant to be,

with your wife I mean.

God do not like for
us to make plans,

and sometimes the answer
is right in front of you.

Yeah. I guess
I'll be getting back.

Thanks for the beer.

You don't have to run off.

I've got a whole
case in the fridge.

Well, it's getting kind of
late, but I'll stop

by one of these days for supper,

maybe when your sister's
in town.

I ain't seen her
since high school.

God don't like drunks either.

Are you Raul Flores?

Why, who wants to know?

It's me, Brittany.

Brittany, huh.

You know, you
always call the line.

You said you liked hot
bitches with fat donkeys.

You look
good, Brittany.

Better in person.

Much better in person.

Yeah?

Wait. Wait.

I have something waiting for you
in my car;

it's even better.

Something better?

Yeah.

Even better.

I promise.

Yeah?

Donkey gangbang, eh?

Brittany's donkey surprise.

Four cocks at once.

You're a porn star baby.

How much for one turn, huh?

And the car?

Barracuda's not for sell.

A por favor.

Hey, hey, hey, that
goes back in the mouth.

Get out.

You better be a good shot,
bitch.

Because if I live I'm
coming back here with my homies.

I'm going to chop you up.

I'm going to stretch that
donkey ass out so wide,

my El Camino's going
to fit in there.

Yeah?

Straight up, bitch.

Why you roll me anyway?

Because you're a rapist.

Ah, I didn't rape nobody.

They want it, they all want it.

Rich and poor, old,
and young, and besides,

I keep getting away with it.

So what now?

What if I were to take
away my goddamned gun

and blow your hoochie ass away?

Huh? I bet you never
even shot a gun before.

But I have.

You're under
arrest Raul Flores, for rape.

Ain't that some shit?

Fuck you.

Detective Brown.

Here's the evidence.

You're going to jail, Raul.

But first, we're going
to have a little fun.

Yes?

Yes?

Hi. My name is Summer.

I just moved to the
neighborhood.

Get back, Sammy.
No.

Sharon, come get Sammy.

How can I help you?

Are you Paul Hampton?

Yes. What's this all about?

You don't remember
me, do you?

No. I never seen
you before in my life.

What's going on?

Oh, I like them flat chested,

just like my babysitters
and my daughter.

Paul, is that you?

Of course not.

Hello, I'm here to tell you

that your husband Paul has
been calling a phone sex line.

Why -- Sammy,
no.

Your husband has
been jerking off

to the fantasy of little girls.

Do you have a daughter
named Tina?

This woman obviously
wants money.

She's distracting us
while somebody goes

in the back and steals.

This conversation is over.

Don't! No!

Yes, we have a daughter.

Tina, go back to your room.

We have a daughter
named Tina.

Ma'am, we need to talk.

Would you like to come in?

This woman is
out of her mind.

Do not let her in this house.

Shut your goddamned pie hole.

Well, this year's been
one hell of a ride.

We've had five babysitters,

one of them he paid extra
money to look up her skirt.

He said he was thinking
of me the whole time.

And then I found pornographic
websites on his computer.

He denied it.

Said it was a virus.

Sweetheart, I can explain.

I was a -- I was
downloading a -- a video game.

And he even bought
me a stupid fur coat.

I'm a vegetarian, asshole.

Look, I'm sorry
to bring this news.

And now I find out that he's
been calling a phone sex line

and fantasizing about
-- about our daughter?

I'm at my wit's end.

Paul, do you remember
our agreement,

what we said we would do
if this behavior persisted?

Hmm-mm.

Dr. Long?

What's your emergency?

Hi, this is Sharon Hampton.

Hello there, Sharon.

I'm sorry to be
calling so late.

It's just...

...Paul seems to be having a
little problem with his penis.

Problem with his penis?

His penis?

Yes.

Oh, I see.

No, it can't wait.

Okay. Well, I'll grab
my sack and be right over.

Thank you.

All right, I'll see you shortly.

Ciao.

Ciao to you.

And here we are at
Doo Lolly Park.

Our vacations are really
a whole lot of fun.

Paul's really a very
charming guy.

I mean he's a successful
attorney.

Oh,
that must be Dr. Long.

He and Paul had a
little disagreement on the

on the golf course last week.

He probably still holds a
grudge, but he'll be fine.

Dr. Long.

Well, hello Sharon.

Thank you for coming.

Well, you sounded desperate

so I brought my bag
and came right over.

Hmm, come in.

Well, watch
yourself there, Scruffy?

Where is Paul?

No Sammy.

Well, I see Paul is hogtied
to that chair.

Yes. I had proof that he's
been calling the phone sex

thing, and I didn't
know what else to do.

Well, that is not good.

It's bad for your
golf game, too.

Now unfortunately,
Sharon, there is no cure

for abnormalities
of the hypothalamus.

That is the region
in the central cortex

which signals sexual response
and thereby stimulating, well,

in Paul's case, his penis.

Is there a pill
that can fix him?

Well, what do you mean exactly?

Well, what I mean is

that a man cannot control
why he becomes aroused

and erect by a certain stimuli.

Take a woman's foot for example.

Exflaggilation, stomping,
goat flogging,

children being shat on,
I could go on and on.

See, the culprit is the
hormone testosterone.

Now, too much and it creates
a sort of chemical imbalance

which can manifest itself
sometimes into uncontrollable,

and unfortunately,

there is no cure
for that as yet.

Well, what if we cut
his goddamned nuts off?

It agrees with Sammy.

He's much more docile.

Well, scientifically
speaking,

lowering Paul's testosterone
levels

by actually reducing
his testicals

or removing his testicals would
definitely reduce his sexual

desires and in some countries,
sex offenders are castrated.

Huh.

After they're
castrated, their impulse

to repeat these sex crimes
are reduced by as much as 95%.

It's been well documented
to benefit felines, canines,

farm animals, race horses.

However, in the United States
of America it's illegal

and unethical even if the
person in question

will repeat.

Suck daddy's juicy pickle.

It's your ass now, Paul.

Don't make this any harder
than it has to be, son.

I need a room.

Don't touch a fool.

Who is the baddest around?

He's going to bang all
the kiddies in town.

Can I please have some
money for some cheesy puffs?

Thanks.

Hey,

good
night last night, huh?

You better believe it.

Stupid towel-headed
sand bunny.

Stupid, fat redneck tourist.

Stupid machine.

Hey, little boy.

We got something much better

than those juicy
boots in my room.

Come, let me show you.

Hey.

Excuse me.

Well, hello there.

You look like
you had a fun night.

Casinos, baby.

I love this place.

Where else can you be
up, down, up, down,

and then come on up again, huh?

Hmm, but you -- you look
hot in that bikini, baby.

You got the boyfriends?

Nope.

You want one?

My family is very wealthy.

I have so much money

because Americans
love our oil.

You like to party?

Sure.

Hmm, American
girls are so hot.

Hmm? Come back to my room.

I'll show you my DVD collection.

We can party and ...

Watch child porn?

Ah.

What?

Motherfucker.

The most normal folks
drinking means conviviality,

companionship, and
colorful imagination.

It means a release
from care, boredom,

and worry, loneliness, too.

It is a joyous intimacy
with friends

and the feeling that
life is good.

Never could we recapture the
great moments of the past.

They're enough for memories.

There's an insistent yearning
to enjoy life as we once did

and the heartbreak and obsession

that some new miracle control
could enable us to do it.

There's always one more attempt
and one more failure, big book,

A Vision for You page 151
"The face of a sick person comes

in many genders,
denominations, colors.

To the newcomer, congratulations
on the third day of sobriety."

Thank you.

It seems a
small cassette tape was

mailed to the newsroom here
in Las Vegas, John,

fingering a man allegedly

to be believed a
child pornographer.

The female voice on the tape
has yet to be identified,

as well as, the person who
mailed in the tape and as

for that alleged deviate,

that would be Yom Tob
Javul ,

whose body was found here.

Now, foul play is not known yet

but with this new
information surfacing,

the Nevada Police
have decided to go

through with a full
homicide investigation.

Here with me now are two of the
residents of the Blue Flamingo.

Yeah, I always liked Yom
Tov, a hell of a nice guy.

He'd play games in
the pool with our son.

You know any reason why someone
may want to hurt Yom Tov.

I don't know.

Maybe it was because he was
a foreigner or something?

You know, some folks around here
is racist.

There you have it.

You heard it here first.

Yom Tob's death...

What?

...maybe racially motivated.

Stay tuned for more news
as the story unfolds.

Mr. Combs, how do you
feel about Coach Marino?

Coach sure fooled me,
everybody else around here.

Seemed like a normal guy.

And what about his arrest?

Oh, he'll get his
when he lands in jail.

Yeah.

There you have it, folks.

Back to you, Jim.

Across the southwest,

anonymous tapes have either been
mailed or placed in drop boxes

of police and news stations.

These mysterious tapes have
exposed six alleged pedophiles

living in California,
Nevada, Arizona,

New Mexico, and Louisiana.

The alleged have no
prior sexual convictions

and are otherwise
normal professionals,

or working class citizens living
in their respective communities.

The FBI does not know
the identity

of the person sending the tapes
but handwriting experts suggest

that the sender is
probably female.

They have a surveillance
video of a person of interest

at a Nevada motel
where its owner,

Yom Tov Javul allegedly was
shooting child pornography

and engaging in acts of
pedophilia was found dead

in the vending room
of the motel.

He's lucky I didn't
catch up with him

with his hands on my boy.

Of course, he's a towel-head

so ing kids is just a
normal day to him.

The police have since dubbed
the vigilante as "Barracuda"

as a Plymouth Barracuda
was caught

by security cameras leaving
the scene of the motel.

This black and white
still on your screen

by a motel security camera.

If you know or have seen
this unidentified woman,

please notify the police
immediately.

She's only wanted for
questioning at this time.

Hello.

Hey, June.

Hay is for horses.

Did you know your picture is
all over the goddamned news?

They're calling you
the Barracuda.

I know.

Some weirdo's dead in Nevada?

What kind of road trip are
you on old car?

I'll tell
you about it when I see you.

Oregon's
Police are still searching

for clues of the strangulation

of a red-haired Caucasian
prostitute whose body was

found ...

Hustle.

...and in sports, well
the Ain'ts lose again.

Here.

You all hear

about that gal they're
calling Barracuda?

Say like one of them high-strung
left-wing liberal bitches to me,

crazy as a shit-house
rat if you ask me.

Yeah. I heard about her.

I think it's a good
thing she's doing.

Reminds me of that online sting
thing they were doing on TV.

While she's at it, while
don't she take care of some

of them other no-good
sons of bitches

like them goddamned
lying ass politicians

and them illegal aliens.

Son of bitches on welfare and
them dick-sucking son of bitches

that -- that want
to get married.

Well,
times are changing, Floyd.

Thank you.

Thank you, very much.

Hi.

Hey, baby girl.

Oh -- come on in.

Look at the.

Want a piece of pie?

I made it with apples
I picked this year.

Absolutely.

Well -- oh, Prince?

Go on; get out of here, you
got better manners than that.

Go on, get.

So tell me, what in
the fuck is going on?

Well, it's a long story.

Well, I got all night
and all day tomorrow, too.

Well, like the news said,

I've been busting
pedophiles across the country.

Where you get them tapes?

I was a phone sex operator.

Phone sex?

What you all talk about?

All kinds of stuff;
funny stuff, crazy stuff.

Like what?

Well, I'd really
rather not repeat it.

Okay. If a man comes to your
house, right, like the cable guy

or even a neighbor and if he
asks to use your restroom,

you've got dirty laundry in
there, he'll dig through it,

pull out your panties, sniff
them, masturbate to them,

and put them back, and just walk
right out like nothing happened.

Really?

Yeah, probably make
small talk too, huh?

Hey, how about them
Saints?

It reminds me, that dog
we had, remember Lucky?

He used to sniff my
drawers and Aunt Edna;

she had roaches in her house.

It was so big; they
ate the entire crotch

out of her undies once.

Come to think, men
are doing it, too.

What else?

Normal professional men
who have weird fetishes,

heterosexual men who screw other
men, gay men who screw women,

men who fantasize about their
co-workers, their neighbors,

or their family members,

then they call the
lines and role play.

Oh, it's some old guy
with drawers on their heads?

How long did you tape them for?

About six months.

Any women call in?

Nope.

You know that PE teacher
they busted in Baton Rouge?

They raided his home and
they found naked pictures

on his computer of
schoolgirls taking showers.

He is a pedophile.

I got most of the
calls from them.

But men in general are
looking at porn sites

and magazines on
a regular basis.

Most of them view the sites
between 9:00 and 5:00.

They at work doing it?

I don't get it.

What is the big fucking deal?

It's the power of the pussy
will make a man lie, cheat,

steal, risk his life, his job,
his integrity, everything.

All for a hairy
little pee-hole.

Now, I've been under the
influence of a lot of things

in my life but a hairy pee-hole
ain't one of them.

What made you get sore?

My gut.

I was tired of them
hanging up in my panties.

I'm going to snag me a
man, crotch sniffer or not.

I got to get myself in shape,

Thinking of going
back to school, too.

Are you expecting someone?

Who is it?

Did I miss Summer?

Come on in, we're
just catching up.

Summer, you remember
Harrison?

Yeah, we went to
high school together.

High school together.

Howdy.

Hi.

He done built a
house down on the Bayou.

You want to stay for supper?

I don't want to intrude.

No -- it's fine.

Well, I should
probably wash up.

Can I use your restroom?

It's just
through there.

Okay.

So when a person wants to
just happen to drop by, huh?

Well, I wanted him for myself
but he's interested in you.

Too little, too late.

Give him a chance, Summer.

He's a really good man.

How do you know
what kind of man he is?

Did you hear anything
I just said?

He's probably going through
your drawers right now.

You know that film job
screwed with your head.

Not every man is
a drawer sniffer.

And he's a writer, an
artist type like you.

You all should get on
like two peas in a pod.

They said on the news that the
police wanted to talk to you.

You going to turn yourself in?

Yeah, but first, I got to
see a man about a mattress.

Huh. Oh, I knew
that was coming.

It was a
beautiful day today, huh?

How about them 'Aints?

What?

Nothing.

It's a real nice
night out.

That sure was a
good supper, though.

I know.

What you
all doing out there?

Nothing.

Well, I'm going to
go in and get my bath.

Thanks for the catfish, June.

And you caught it.

Night.

Night.

>>Moon's up.

Sure is.

It's good to be home,
humidity and all.

Not much humidity
on your houseboat

in California, I reckon.

June has a big mouth.

You eat supper here a lot?

First time.

So what have you been
up to the last 15 years?

Same thing as you,
running from the past.

Ain't nothing secret in
a small town, Summer.

Me? I ran to New York, got
my degree, got married,

Wrote some books, got divorced,
and then came back home to try

and feel normal again.

I read an article in the
paper about your artwork

in some galleries in California,
an artist with talent and drive.

Hasn't got me anywhere yet.

It's gotten you closer
to your soul, hasn't it?

Why did you dump me for Lauri
Peddleton,

the D-cup cheerleader?

She was the only girl in
town that was putting out.

Hello D-cups.

No wonder she has five
kids by three husbands.

And an ass as wide
as that garbage can.

Live and learn.

Why'd you get divorced?

Well, she was a city girl.

She wanted to turn this country
boy into something he wasn't.

So now, you're at my
sister's house looking for...

A country girl
with substance.

I think you're
barking up the wrong tree.

Maybe.

Listen. Then why don't you come
fishing with me in the morning?

I may be in some trouble

and I don't think fishing's
going to get me out of it.

Trouble, huh?

That ain't' nothing new.

Fish start biting at 8:00
a.m. I'll see you then.

Good night.

Whatever.

Ooh, wee.

Dirty old fart.

Don't even think
about it.

Well, good morning.

How could I help
you this morning?

I'm looking for a mattress.

Well now, I'd be
lying if I told you,

you's come to the wrong place.

Was it a style that
you had in mind

or was size more what
you was looking for.

You don't remember
me, do you?

I can see you
underneath that hat.

Wait a minute; you're Jimmy
and Peggy's girl, aren't you?

Oh you're that young
girl that called

from the church this morning?

Nope.

I can't rightly know --

I don't think I do
know who you are.

Now, how could you
forget the little girl

that used to give you
so much pleasure, daddy?

What the fuck
are you doing here?

What do you want?

Money?

It's been almost 15 years
and that's the best you can do?

You want something.
What is it?

Ms. Josephine, Ms. Claire.

Good morning, Mr. Fitts.

And what can I do for
you ladies this morning?

We're just fine doing
the work of the Lord.

Praise Jesus.

He just loves visiting you --

makes a beeline for
that bed every time.

I just
know he does.

Let's see what I got
here in my wallet.

I -- must have left
it on my desk.

I'll be right back.
Don't go away now.

Bless you, Mr. Fitts.

Praise Jesus.

Now, just a cotton
picking minute here.

You all went way
over the line here.

Here's $20.

Don't never bring that fat boy
in my place of business again.

Jesus had his hand out
a mite too much recently

and my merchandise is suffering.

You all got to go.

Come down here, baby.

I am ashamed of your
behavior, Mr. Fitts.

I'm not.

He's always been a
mean son of a bitch.

If we was wearing out our
welcome, you should of said so.

Look what you did.

You want some ice cream, angel?

No.

Come on, let's go.
Get out of here now.

Shame on you.

Don't let the door hit
you in the ass either.

That goes double for you.

I just want to
know one thing.

What part of "Get out"
don't you understand?

I'll leave
if you answer one question.

What? Look what
you made me do.

Son of a bitch.

I can't have nothing.

Fat kids, Jesus, now you.

What the fuck do you want?

When I was a little girl,

why did you put your
dick in my mouth?

I'm not going to listen

to this
for another second.

yeah, I touched you

and I touched your sister
too and you liked it.

Now, you get your
ass out of this store

and I better never
catch you in here again.

And that goes for that
bitch sister of yours too.

Yeah, I touched you

and I touched your sister
too and you liked it.

Now, get your ass
out of this store

and I better never
catch you in here again.

Good morning, sugar.

That's right -- slow
and easy, sweetheart.

We best just to get
on out of town.

Morning, June.

Hey, Harrison.

Summer around?

Nope, she gone to see her
step-dad down at the store.

I'll head that way then.

Want a beer?

I don't like to drink alone.

Sure.

Damn, I like a woman

who knows how to drink.

So who are you and
why are you in my car?

Do we know each other?

We used to talk
on the phone a lot.

Nice car. I prefer
Cadillacs myself.

You don't look nothing
like Priscilla.

You don't look
nothing like Elvis.

And you need to get
yourself some glasses, bitch.

How'd you find me?

TCB, Taking Care of Business.

Thanks to you, my
husband left me.

Elvis ain't no faggot.

Did you kill the
red-haired prostitute they found

by the levee?

Little Annie?

She wanted to get
choked so choked she got.

And that makes you
responsible.

Elvis is tired of
being responsible.

He's getting a divorce and
he's left the building.

I know I thought you and
me was friends, Priscilla.

I thought I could
tell you things.

Come to find out, not only
are you not Priscilla,

you taped our phone
conversations and ratted me out.

So? You're not Elvis.

That makes us even.

Look, I didn't send the
cops your tape, all right?

I simply made one anonymous
phone call, that's it.

Really?

So that means it's
your word against mine.

The police have no evidence.

You do. Give Elvis
the tape, bitch.

Give me that tape.

King don't like bad
drivers, baby.

Fuck the king.

Excuse me.

You happen to see a girl
in an old car around here?

Yeah. She dropped something
off and then she left.

Which way did she go?

That a way.

Thank you, kindly.

She had a man in the car too.

Elvis always makes
the ladies scream.

You know
there's something mighty wrong

with a woman that
don't like Elvis.

You give Elvis the tape, bitch.

Say goodnight, bitch.

Now that's taking
care of business.

Can you tell me
about this man, Summer?

His name was Yom Tob Javul.

He was a child pornographer.

Did you kill him?

No. He slipped.

What about this man here?

His name was Dudley Johnson.

He was a schizophrenic

who called the lines
pretending to be Elvis.

He told me that he
strangled a girl.

And the notebook?

Six months of homework.

Is this the man you saw fall?

Did she kill him?

Ready to make your
phone call, buddy?

Phone call?

No thanks.

>>Close the gate.

This guy came out
in the woods, right?

He's got the freaking
gun.

Threw him down and boom.

Gave him a big old
freaking wreck.

We also have a remarkable
story

this morning.

A one brave woman who decided to
take matters into her own hands,

something she had to do
-- so without further ado,

here she is, the
Barracuda herself.

Hello, Summer?

How are you?

It's so good to see you.

Thanks for being on
the Paul Rogers show.

Thanks for having me.

I wouldn't have
a show without you.

Say,
ain't that your daughter?

Huh.

She actually whipped
you like a barredmule.

Harrison?

Harrison?

Out here.

What?

I like to barbecue naked.

It makes me feel
like a mountain man.

Is that okay?

Awesome.