Original subtitles

(moody funk music)

♪ Jonathan ♪

♪ He's a real man ♪

♪ Jonathan ♪

♪ He's a real man ♪

♪ He'll play with your mind ♪

♪ Still on time ♪

♪ Mess with your life ♪

♪ And the one thing ♪

♪ He'll do you like no man did ♪

♪ Jonathan ♪

♪ He's a real man ♪

♪ Jonathan ♪

♪ He's a real man ♪

- Oh my god, Mr. Jonathan, it is bigger and better.

♪ He's a real man ♪

♪ He's a real man ♪

♪ He's a real man ♪

♪ He's a real man ♪

♪ Jonathan ♪

♪ He's a real man ♪

♪ Jonathan ♪

♪ He's a real man ♪

♪ Jonathan ♪

(smooth soul music)

- Thanks, Artie, I'll see you next week.

- That bitch.

She pinched my chin, honey, and she didn't even tip me.

- Well, maybe next time, Artie.

- Sorry, Brenda.

(yelps)

- Good morning.

- Good morning, you must be feelin Simpson.

- Yes my dear, I have an appointment with Mr. Jonathan?

- Yes of course, just have a seat.

I'll tell Mr. Jonathan you're here.

- Thank you.

(phone buzzes)

- Oh, Jonathan. (moans)

Oh, Jonathan, yes.

Oh, it feels so good.

Oh, oh Jonathan.

Oh, Jonathan, it feels so good.

Oh yes, oh Jonathan.

Oh, oh Jonathan.

(moans) Jonathan.

Oh, you feel so good.

(moans) Yes.

Oh, Jonathan. (moans)

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

(phone buzzes)

Oh, Jonathan.

- Yeah?

- (moans) Jonathan, oh.

Oh, it feels so good. (moans)

Yes, Jonathan. (moans)

Yes.

- I guess she's enjoying her wash and rinse.

- Feelin Simpson is here.

She has an appointment.

Very well.

- Mr. Jonathan will be with you

as soon as he's finished Mr. Carruthers.

- Mr. Carruthers?

Sally Carruthers?

- Yes, do you know her?

- Why dear, she's the one that told me about Mr. Jonathan.

- Well, then you can say hello when she comes out.

- No, I mean, I didn't tell Mr. Carruthers

I was coming here.

I mean, I had an appointment with Mr. Jonathan, for my hair.

I'm sorry, I must really leave.

Oh and don't mention to Mr. Carruthers that...

Does Mr. Jonathan make house calls?

- Oh, not that I know of.

I've been here just three days

and I really don't know for certain.

- Could you ask him to stop by my home this afternoon?

My hair's such a mess and I need Mr. Jonathan.

Could you ask him, please?

I haven't had my hair done in months.

- Well, I'll ask but I doubt it.

He's very busy.

(phone buzzes)

- Sorry about the interruptions, baby.

- What interruptions? - Yeah?

- Mr. Simpson can't wait for her appointment

and would like you to go to her home.

- No, I don't think so.

- I'm sorry. - Oh, please.

- She says please.

- Well, get her name and address.

- He said okay.

- Thank you.

You're certain you have my address?

- Yes, I am. - Very well.

- Nice tits, huh, Artie?

- Ew, her hair looks a mess.

Why didn't she come in here first?

Look at this, Richard.

- Her hair is a fright.

You're right, Artie baby,

she should have came in here first.

(background laughter)

- Mr. Jonathan. - Hello, Mr. Jonathan.

- Hello, ladies.

Artie taking good care of all of you?

- Not the way you could.

Artie just doesn't have the equipment you have.

- I wouldn't bet on it, honey.

(background laughter)

- How's my schedule?

- Full.

- Do you like that hairstyle?

- Yeah, it's nice.

- About how old would you say?

Not that one.

The one that just left, uh, Mr. Simpson?

- About 30.

- 30 isn't that bad.

Had a little expense for letting herself go.

I think I'll go see her.

Is this the address?

- Yes but remember you have a full schedule.

- Have Richard and Artie handle it.

- Mr. Jonathan!

How good to see you.

- Mr. uh, Phillips, right?

Yeah, hey, I won't be able to do you today.

Have Richard and Artie take care of her.

- Oh no, I haven't seen you in weeks!

I don't want Richard, I want Mr. Jonathan to...

- Something's come up, Miss Phillips, I'll see you later.

Cover it, Richard, Artie, handle it okay.

Bye bye, take it easy, bye bye.

(whistles jauntily)

(moody funk music)

- You tell Mr. Jonathan that I left.

If he won't do me, nobody will.

But nothing.

- Mm.

- Good morning, may I help...

(ominous chord)

- The boss is back in town.

He wants to talk to ya.

You didn't actually think you could hide, did ya?

Come on.

- Stop it, let go!

Get outta here, I don't have to talk to you.

- You'd better come along quietly.

- What in the world is going on in here?

- Come on. - Don't you touch her!

I'll call the police.

(yelps and screams)

No, please!

- What do you think you're doing?

Put him down!

(screams)

- Hey hey, everybody, come on, calm down huh?

All we wanna do is talk to the young lady.

Easy, Brenda.

We've got orders not to hurt ya, unless we have to.

- Okay.

Just don't hurt anybody.

What do you want?

- The boss just wants to talk to ya, that's all.

- Please, ask him to leave me alone!

- God damn you people, shut up!

- They'll be gone.

(whines and moans)

- Come on, we're leavin'. - No!

I'm not going.

Tell Mr. Wilson I'll call him tonight, I promise.

- Mr. Wilson?

I never heard of anybody by that name.

Okay, Brenda.

But you better do it before somebody really gets hurt.

I'll tell the boss to expect your call, tonight.

Nice seein' ya again.

Alright, let's go.

You'd better call.

(lively funk music)

- There he is.

You lookin' for Mom?

- You must be Mr. Jonathan.

- Right on both counts, if Mr. Simpson is your mother.

- Wow.

- Oh, let me.

- Is your name Mr. Jonathan something?

- Or Mr. something Jonathan?

- Hey, give me that.

I make my living with that.

- I just bet you do.

- Tools of the trade.

Handle with care.

- Right this way, sir.

- After you.

(smooth funk music)

- Hey, where's your mother?

- She'll be out soon enough.

- Too soon.

- It's a nice place you guys got here.

- It's okay.

- Let's see, which daddy got this for us?

- Well, was it the four?

No, I think it was daddy number five.

- You know, you're kinda pushy little chicks, you know that?

- Hey, just cool it.

- Hey, when did you say your mother was coming?

- Ah, don't worry about it, she'll be right in, come on.

- Yeah, come on! - Yeah.

Come on.

- Okay, now what?

- So uh, Mr. Jonathan.

So is it true that you're the best in the west?

- We shared a guy once.

- Twice.

- Where do you guys come up with this kind of stuff, huh?

- No, Mr. Jonathan!

The question is,

when do you come up?

♪ He'll do you like no man did ♪

- Aw, come on.

- That's right, come on!

- Here we go.

(girls giggle)

♪ Jonathan ♪

♪ He's a real man ♪

♪ Jonathan ♪

- Whores, tramps, bitches!

How could you let him, get!

(girls scream)

- Mr. Jonathan, she can't swim!

- Yeah, come on in, Mom, we'll help ya.

- Yeah, we'll help ya, you old bag!

We'll help ya swim right to the bottom!

- Hey lady, exactly what kinda funny farm

are you running here?

- Funny farm?

Just who do you think you are?

I ought to call the police.

- Oh no no, lady, you got it all wrong, it's just...

- I know, don't say it.

They attacked you, right? - Yeah, we attacked him.

- As a matter of fact, they did.

You know, they came at me like a pair of sharks and somebody

ought to teach those girls some manners, you know that?

♪ Nah nah nah nah nah nah ♪

- I guess it's not your fault.

They've done that sort of thing before.

It's time those two learned a lesson.

- Yeah, teach us a lesson. - Maybe I'd better go.

- I think I'll teach him a lesson.

- Oh, momma!

- I swear to god.

Jesus.

Please, I...

- now, isn't this better than those kids?

Momma still came to help.

And this way they can see just who is boss.

- Show us, momma, show us.

- I just came here to do your hair and, uh, serve.

Oh god.

What happened here? Where'd everybody go?

- There was a little problem.

- Where's Artie and Richard?

Artie? - He's gone, Jonathan.

They're both gone.

They wanted to wait to talk with you but I

made Artie go home, he was hurt.

- Hurt?

- I thought Richard should go with him.

- How'd he get hurt?

- Couldn't we sit down?

- Okay, run it down, what happened?

- Two men came in, they work for a man I knew.

A man I used to work for.

They demanded I leave with him to go back to him, and when

Artie tried to help me they roughed him up pretty bad.

Thank goodness he's alright now.

I'm sorry about all this, I'm leaving,

but I had to tell you personally.

- Who is this jive punk anyway?

- Jonathan, I know it must sound pretty weird, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about everything.

- Where are you going?

- Look, I balanced the books to today's receipts.

Everything's in the desk there.

I'm just sorry for any trouble I might have caused you.

(Jonathan chuckles)

- Relax.

You ain't goin' anywhere.

At least until I've got the whole story anyway.

- It's no good, Jonathan.

Best thing is just for me to leave.

This guy's too powerful to fight, believe me, I know him.

- Come on inside.

Sit down.

Alright, let's have it from the top.

What's goin' on?

- Alright.

I worked for this guy before I came here.

- What guy?

- That doesn't matter.

He wanted to keep me.

I mean, the whole bit.

Mercedes, jewels, stay at his mansion.

Couldn't dig it and I left.

I don't know.

Maybe I should leave town or somethin', I don't know.

- That's bullshit.

What I don't understand is what all

the strong arm business is about.

- Hey, nobody walks out on him.

Nobody.

That's why I've got to go.

- Fuck that.

The only place you're goin' is to dinner with me.

- Jonathan, I don't think you understand.

- See, baby, there ain't slaves anymore.

And no strong arm punk is gonna take ya

and make you stay where you don't wanna be.

You're goin' to dinner with me, okay?

(smooth soul music)

♪ Can you feel the love ♪

♪ Can you feel the love ♪

♪ Here we are ♪

♪ Sittin' with one another ♪

♪ So alive and so free ♪

♪ Here we are ♪

♪ Kissin' at one another ♪

♪ In a world of make believe ♪

♪ You can be here ♪

♪ If you open up your eyes ♪

♪ It's really not so hard to find ♪

♪ And you can be ♪

♪ Just what you wanna be ♪

♪ See the light that's deep inside ♪

♪ Feel the love that's in your mind ♪

♪ Can you feel the love ♪

♪ Can you feel the love ♪

♪ Can you feel the love ♪

♪ You can be here ♪

♪ If you open up your eyes ♪

♪ It's really not so hard to find ♪

♪ You can be ♪

♪ Just what you wanna be ♪

♪ See the light that's deep inside ♪

♪ Feel the love that's in your mind ♪

♪ Can you feel the love ♪

♪ Can you feel the love ♪

♪ Can you feel the love ♪

♪ Yes I do, yes I do, yes I do ♪

♪ Can you feel the love ♪

♪ Can you feel it ♪

♪ Can you feel the love ♪

(tense piano music)

(phone rings)

- 341.

- What's wrong with your report?

- The shipment hasn't come in yet.

I, I would...

- I don't wanna hear that bullshit.

You told me you can do the job when I gave it to ya,

and I don't want excuses.

- It's the truth.

- What do you think I'm some kind of an idiot?

- No but if the merchandise...

- I know what you're supposed to be bringing in.

Now if your figures don't start getting right,

you'll get replaced.

- How can I push what I don't have

if it hasn't come in yet?

- I don't wanna talk about this over the telephone.

I'm telling you that I'm aware of what's going on

and what the cause of it is.

Do you understand? - Yes, sir.

- Good news, we found her.

She's working for some faggot hairdresser

on the Sunset Strip.

She promised she'd call tonight.

- Do you believe her?

- She'll call.

- I can take that as your own personal guarantee?

- What else could I do?

There were people there, you said you didn't

wanna create a scene.

- Go back to the place she's working, make sure she calls.

- I don't understand, first you ask me to...

- I told you before, schmuck.

You've got to know the people you're dealing with.

I know Miss St. John.

You say she's working for a hairdresser.

Rip the joint apart.

She'll call.

(suspenseful music)

- (chuckles) Yeah.

(glass smashes)

(laughs)

Oh look at this, baby.

(laughs)

(laughs)

Look out.

(mirror smashes)

(laughs)

Watch this.

Fuck.

(grunts)

- Watch it. - Yes, sir.

(grunts)

(grunts)

(clattering)

(glass smashes)

(laughs)

(glass smashes)

(smooth soul music)

- What in the fuck happened here?

What the fuck is this?

(glass clinks)

These bitches.

(glass smashes)

Shit.

Son of a bitch.

(glass clinks)

Damn!

- I'm sorry, Jonathan.

I'm responsible for all this.

I'm sorry.

(mirror smashes)

(glass smashes)

Fuck it, Brenda, come on.

Brenda?

Fuck did she go?

Fuck!

♪ Can you feel the love ♪

♪ Can you feel the love ♪

♪ Can you feel the love ♪

♪ You can be here if you open up your eyes ♪

♪ It's really not so hard to find ♪

(water sprays)

(peaceful psychedelic music)

- Oh!

Richard, come here!

Look at his place!

- We've been robbed! - Oh my god!

Look at my mirrors!

Oh and my lovely chairs.

Look at my plants, Richard.

Oh my lovely, lovely plants. (sobs)

- That is so unfair.

(muffled shouting)

- Brenda?

Brenda?

- Oh my beautiful mirrors, Richard.

Jonathan, did you spend the night here?

Jonathan, look at this place, it's such a mess!

- Brenda, have you seen Brenda?

- Look at this place, Jonathan.

- You alright, man? - Is he alright.

What do you mean is he alright?

Look at this place, just look at this mess!

This is, this is just utterly deplorable!

- We must notify the police, Jonathan, please.

- Brenda? - She hasn't come in yet.

- You mean you haven't seen her?

- No, Jonathan, how come?

What happened?

- Don't worry about it, fellas, we'll fix it up, okay?

Take it easy.

(Artie moans)

- Richard, that poor fella.

Terrible destruction has affected him so deeply.

(moody funk music)

- Hey, have you seen Brenda?

You know, my new receptionist.

- No, I'm sorry Mr. Jonathan, I haven't.

- It's a god damn shame.

- Watch out, Mr. Jonathan! - Relax.

Hey, that's some mess you've got here, I...

- They're the ones, Jonathan, the brutes!

- How dare they show their balls around here again

after what they done to Artie!

- Alright, tone down a little bit.

- You're lookin' for Brenda St. John, right?

- That's right.

- Well we're here to take you to her.

- Where is she?

- Friends, they uh,

wanna talk to ya.

- Don't trust them!

- I don't them, Artie.

But as soon as I find out that Brenda's okay,

I wanna have a little talk with them

about what they did to the shop,

and to you.

Alright, let's go.

(suspenseful music)

I'll take my own car, if you don't mind.

- Boss is at the pool.

- Did you send for me, master boss, sir?

- You're the hair vendor.

- Where is she?

- Very well, Mr. Jonathan.

We'll play it your way.

Brenda, darling.

Would you mind stepping out by the pool for a minute?

- Of course.

- Would you care for a cup of coffee?

(suspenseful music)

- Why hello, Jonathan, I'm surprised to see you here.

Did you call for me, dear?

- This gentleman, your former hairdresser, I believe,

would like to talk to you about something.

- Come on, Brenda, get your things and let's go.

- Aren't you assuming quite a lot?

Stop it, all of you.

I don't know what you're doing here

but why don't you just go away?

Quietly.

- A couple of my boys,

got out of line at your place yesterday.

I'm sorry.

This ought to more than cover the damages.

- Is this shit for real?

- I made a mistake, Jonathan.

This is where I want to be.

I belong here.

- Okay.

You've got it.

Bought and paid for.

But your hair looks like shit that way.

- I'm sorry if I've caused a problem for you.

- Young men can be so impetuous,

but then maturity has its moments, too.

Shall we?

- What's the matter, stud, you losing your touch?

I understand them black pussies suck your fuck like wild...

(thuds) (groans)

- Your move.

- Put it away or I'll shove it up your ass

and pull the trigger. - Don't be a dead hero.

Like the girl said, nobody needs you around here.

- I'll get you for this, you son of a bitch.

- Next time you come around my shop, sucker,

breakin' up things, pick on me, brother.

(upbeat funk music)

(moody funk music)

(smooth funk music)

(women giggle)

(door knock)

(door knock)

♪ Jonathan ♪

(loud thuds)

- Mr. Jonathan!

How good to see you.

You know, I haven't seen you in weeks.

- I swear to god.

- That's right, come on.

♪ He'll do you like no man did ♪

- Aw, come on.

- No, Mr. Jonathan.

Just who do you think you are?

Yes, I'll teach you a lesson!

(lively funk music)

(moans)

Oh, Jonathan.

Oh, yes.

(door knock)

- Go away.

- Jonathan, it's me.

Can I come in for a minute?

- Not now, Artie, later huh?

- We must talk about this, Jonathan.

- Okay, Artie.

Look, I know I owe you an explanation.

First of all, forget about the damage to the shop.

It's been bought and paid for, with interest.

And secondly,

forget about Brenda.

She's gone and she's exactly where she wants to be.

- Brenda?

Jonathan, you can't be serious.

I know Brenda, she wouldn't do such a thing.

- She did, Artie.

I know 'cause I just left her.

And she's happy as hell where she is.

The only thing I'm really concerned about,

is what they did to you.

Are you okay? - That's alright, Jonathan.

You mustn't worry about that, I'll be alright.

(door knock)

- Can I come in?

- You might as well.

- Jonathan, I know you're upset

about the condition of the salon, but don't worry about it.

We can fix it up, I'm sure we can fix it.

- Of course we can and it'll be nice as ever.

- Oh, it'll be better than ever.

- Of course. - Artie, I have a great idea.

Why don't we invite Jonathan to the party?

- Jonathan... - No thanks.

- Jon, it'd be so much fun!

It's gay, and straight, and really wild.

A western style barbecue.

Won't you please come?

It's just what you need to pick you up!

(Jonathan chuckles)

- A western style barbecue, to pick me up?

- Yeah.

- Might be a good idea.

Okay.

- Brenda!

(melancholic piano music)

Brenda!

- Alright, I'm coming.

- You look wonderful, like a beautiful black angel.

Come over here.

Here, let me do that.

What's the matter, darling? You seem a million miles away.

- No, nothing really.

I'm sorry.

- Is everything ready?

- Yes, sir.

(slap)

- Don't you ever look at any of my papers ever.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

- Yes, sir.

(tense piano music)

- I'm sorry I lost my temper, but don't you ever look

at any of my papers or books again, do you hear me?

- I won't, I promise.

- That's a good little pussycat.

I won't be around tonight.

I got a fuckin' speech to make at some god damn dinner.

Understand?

- Yes, of course.

(lively funk music)

- Is your boss Mr. Jonathan coming?

- We're not certain, he might.

- I hope so.

I'd love to get my hands on him.

- Lay off, sweetie, Mr. Jonathan's as straight as a arrow.

- Maybe I can bend him.

- Not a chance.

Just leave him alone.

- Artie, I heard you were having trouble at the salon.

And Mr. Jonathan needs a new receptionist, can I have a job?

- He certainly does need a new receptionist, darling.

Hoo! Mr. Jonathan would just love you.

You've got the job, darling. - Oh, good good good!

Oh god, she'll never drown, believe me.

- Well if it ain't Mr. Jonathan.

Mr. Jonathan himself.

- What's happenin', dude? - Alright.

Well as they say, business is business.

Come on, let me show you.

- Naw, later man, I'll have to check you later.

- How big is he, really? - Who?

- Your boss Mr. Jonathan.

- Oh, I wouldn't know.

- Well if they don't know, I'll just find out and tell them.

- Jonathan, it's so good to see you.

I'm glad you decided to come to the barbecue.

- Oh, it's just an old-fashioned cook-out.

- It certainly is. - Yeah, I can see.

Just an old-fashioned cook-out.

- What's he afraid of? I don't bite.

- Well what do you think, Mr. Jonathan?

- I think that you need to have Artie and Richard

take a good look at you tomorrow, my dear.

- Well why don't you take the ends of that?

- Darling, no no, you take it, you take it.

- Jonathan, I'd like you to meet a very very beautiful girl.

Come on here, Jackie.

Jonathan. - Hello, Mr. Jonathan.

- This is our new receptionist.

Do you like her?

- Wonderful.

Wonderful, wonderful. - Jonathan!

Jonathan?

- Mr. Jonathan, my name is Ben.

Artie refuses to introduce us.

- You bet your ass, honey, so just relax.

Jonathan, don't mind him.

Jonathan?

Forget about Brenda.

This is not like you, man.

I don't understand you, come on, have some fun.

It's not like you, Jonathan.

- Yeah, you're right.

I tell you what.

I'm goin' up to my cabin and hang out for a couple of days.

Try to get my head together.

You take care of the salon, huh?

- Jonathan, that salon will be prettier

and better than ever, Jonathan.

I'll fix it right to the detail, every picture on the wall.

Don't worry about it, Jonathan, okay?

- Okay thanks a lot, buddy. - Okay, Jonathan.

- You take care. - Right, Jonathan.

- See you in a few days, huh? - Bye bye.

- Freddie!

- Jonathan! (laughs)

- How you doin', buddy? - Good, good.

- Good to see you, good to see you.

- Thanks, yeah. - How you been doin'?

How you been feelin - Oh fine, fine, fine, fine.

- How's everything around the place?

- Well, everything is going on pretty good, pretty good.

- That's just great, really.

- Say, how long are you gonna be here now?

- Oh, a few days.

- Yeah. (laughs)

Hey, care for a drink of water?

- Very good, very good.

- Uh-huh.

- I think I'll go down to the cottage for a few hours

and I'll be back with you later, huh?

- Alright. - Good to see ya.

- Hey, I'll put your car away for ya, huh?

- Thanks a lot!

See you in a few hours. - Okay now.

- Damn!

Forgot the safety deposit key.

I'll be right back.

(suspenseful music)

Hurry up, I'm late.

(suspenseful music)

Have a nice time, darling.

- Taxi!

Taxi!

- Hey, what are you doin' here?

- I decided I wanted to go for a ride.

- Yeah well I thought you were supposed to be

in town shoppin'.

- I changed my mind.

And I don't have to report to you on my actions.

- Yeah well Mr. Wilson don't like surprises.

You're supposed to be in town and you'd better be there.

- Then you tell Mr. Wilson I decided to go for a ride,

messenger boy.

- I'll do just that.

(suspenseful music)

(chainsaw buzzes)

(smooth soul music)

♪ Can you feel the love ♪

♪ Can you feel the love ♪

- Good morning, may I help you?

- Hi, I'm Brenda, I've got to see Jonathan.

- I'm afraid Mr. Jonathan's not here.

- Brenda. - Artie, have you finished?

- No, just sit down, please.

- Hi, Artie, good to see you.

Where's Jonathan?

- Brenda, where in the world have you been?

- It's a long story and it's not over yet, now please,

it's important, where's Jonathan?

- He's gone, Brenda.

He hasn't been here since that day.

- Gone? Gone where?

Look, I've got to see him, it's important.

Please, where is he?

- Take it easy, doll.

Here, come in here, we'll talk in Jonathan's room.

Relax, doll.

He went away, Brenda.

You hit him pretty hard.

- I had no choice.

I had to do it the way I did to protect him.

To protect all of you.

- Jonathan can take care of himself.

- I know that.

But it's heavy now.

Where is he?

- Do you really love him?

I mean, really love him.

- For crying out loud, Artie.

Yes, I love him.

I love him so god damn much,

I'm risking my life to be with him.

Now, where did he go?

- You know, doll,

I believe you.

There.

♪ It's really not so hard to find ♪

♪ You can be just what you wanna be ♪

♪ See the light that's deep inside ♪

♪ Feel the love that's in your mind ♪

- Where's Jonathan?

- Are you Miss Brenda? - Yes please, it's important.

Where's Jonathan? - He's out shootin' pool.

- Wait a minute, I don't understand.

What are you talkin' about? - Well he's at that cabin.

Right over the hill there, you take that path

right on up over the hill and that'll take you right to it.

- Okay, thank you.

♪ Can you feel the love ♪

♪ Can you feel the love ♪

♪ Can you feel it ♪

(bluesy soul music)

- This is ridiculous!

You just can't walk in here the minute I...

- Easy, sweetie.

Unless you want your face messed up for good this time.

- Don't you touch him! - Alright, cool it.

This place is closed indefinitely

by order of the health department.

Now everybody get the hell outta here.

- You don't look like any god damn health department to me.

- This is outrageous!

What do you people want in here?

- I'm gonna call the police. - Hold it.

- What are you gonna do with that gun?

- Don't worry about it, Ruby baby.

They ain't gonna do nothin'.

- Put everybody in the back, him first.

- Let me go!

- Kiss this, sweetie.

(women yelp)

(laughs)

- Okay let's go, everybody in the back room.

- Loosey goosey!

Loosey goosey!

Woo!

- Knock that shit off.

- Alright, so I was grabbin' a little ass, so what?

- Go tell the boss we've got everything under control.

Okay, sweetheart.

Now you're gonna tell us where Superfag went.

- I'm not gonna tell you pricks anything!

Now you just get right out of here right now!

And if you hurt Richard,

you're gonna be sorry!

- You're a tough little faggot.

(smooth soul music)

♪ When did I ♪

♪ Decide on you ♪

♪ It must have been today ♪

♪ That's the first time ♪

♪ My real feelings showed ♪

♪ Now we're on our way ♪

♪ I'm sure you realize ♪

♪ You are in paradise ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ Love is so new ♪

♪ When did I ♪

♪ Decide to say ♪

♪ It seems like we ♪

♪ Used to dream ♪

♪ Since my ♪

♪ Touch your warm embrace ♪

♪ Now I know where we're on our way ♪

♪ I'm sure you realize ♪

♪ That you are in paradise ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ Can you feel it too ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ Love, love is so new ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ Can you feel it too ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ Love is so new ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ Can you feel it too ♪

♪ I need you ♪

(Artie sobs)

- How would you handle this, Maddox?

- I can get it out of him.

- You can, huh?

Hand me that thing.

Where is he?

- I don't know!

I...

- Where is he?

- I don't know, please!

- Yank 'em down.

- (laughs) My pleasure, boss.

(Artie whines)

- I'm gonna give you the thrill of your lifetime,

you fuckin' little faggot.

- What are you gonna do?

Don't you dare!

Put that thing down! (screams)

(tense piano music)

- Have you any idea of exactly what you've got here?

- Not really but I know it's important.

- Important ain't the word for it.

This is a rundown on everything he's into.

You know, the Internal Revenue Service would give a year's

refund to get a hold of this thing.

- Jonathan, you don't know him like I do.

Can't we just hide the book

and use it for our own protection?

Make him leave us alone.

- Oh no, that's too good for him.

(sighs) I think it's about time

somebody lowered the boom on Mr. Big.

I wanna put his ass away for good.

(tense music)

- Hello there.

Come over here a minute.

You there.

I'm talkin' to you.

- What do you want here?

- I'm looking for Miss St. John.

- Ain't nobody here by that name.

- Don't give me that shit, that's her car right there.

- Now you just get outta here, 'cause this private property!

- There they are!

Hit him.

(Freddie screams) (tense music)

- What the fuck!

- No! Jonathan, no!

- Get him, get that son of a bitch!

Get him!

- What can you do? It's too late!

- Okay, follow me, we can hide over here.

- Hurry up, catch them!

- Watch yourself.

Okay, come on.

Okay, get down here.

Lay low.

- Jonathan, what are you gonna do?

- That's alright, just be quiet and don't make a sound.

Hide yourself.

- No. - I'll be right back.

(lively funk music)

- Where'd they go?

- Shit.

Which way did they go?

You guys go down there.

Come on, guys, move it!

- You alright? - Go on, go on.

I'm alright.

(suspenseful funk music)

(chainsaw buzzes)

(thug groans)

(driver screams)

(gun fires)

- Son of a bitch.

(gun fires)

- Okay.

Come on, we've gotta get the hell out of here.

(Brenda whines and moans)

(Brenda groans)

- Come on.

- Oh, Jonathan.

Put me down. (groans)

(whines and moans)

(whines and moans)

- Hold it. (pants)

I gotta get my breath.

- Hey, you can wait if you want.

I'm gonna get that bastard.

- Okay, this is it, you're not going any...

- Jonathan, I can make it! - Don't argue with me!

Get in there! - Jonathan, I can make it!

- Get in there, will you?

(sighs)

(Maddox groans)

(chainsaw churns)

- I'm comin', you son of a bitch!

She's gonna die!

(gun fires)

(lively funk music) (grunts and groans)

- Jonathan!

(moans)

- Get the gun, Brenda!

(grunts and groans)

(gun fires)

- Alright, it's all over!

Let him go!

I'll kill her, I swear it!

Where's the book? I want it now.

- I don't know what you're talkin' about, there's no book.

(groans) - Don't hit him!

We hid it back at the cabin.

- Show me!

- Don't tell him where the fuck it is, it's our only chance.

- Come on!

- Alright, where is it?

- She lied.

We don't have it here.

It's back at the salon.

(groans)

- Get him inside.

- Come on!

Come on.

(tense piano music)

(Jonathan groans)

- I told you, Maddox.

You've got to know your enemies.

You can beat him to death and he'd never talk.

Get to him through her.

(Brenda groans)

Think, schmuck.

Use your brains.

Muscle is not the answer.

It doesn't work as well as brains.

Where's the book?

(Brenda groans)

(Brenda screams)

(Brenda sobs)

This hurts me, Brenda baby.

This really hurts me.

Where is it?

(Brenda screams)

- You son of a bitch.

(Brenda screams)

- Don't tell him, Jonathan, don't tell him!

Don't tell him anything!

He'll kill us! (sobs)

(Freddie grunts) (Brenda screams)

(Brenda screams)

(intense string music)

(grunts and groans)

(glass smashes)

(smooth soul music)

♪ When did I ♪

♪ Decide on you ♪

♪ It must have been today ♪

♪ That's the first time ♪

♪ My real feelings showed ♪

♪ Now we're on our way ♪

♪ I'm sure you realize ♪

♪ You are in paradise ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ Love is so new ♪

♪ When did I ♪

♪ Decide to stay ♪

♪ Seems like we used to dream ♪

♪ Seems my ♪

♪ Touch your warm embrace ♪

♪ Now I know we're on our way ♪