All language subtitles for A.Climax.Of.Blue.Power

- She sure as hell has
been standing there

a long time.

Maybe she's just waiting for
a straight date.

There she goes.

Fast.

Once more, sweetheart,
just once more

and I'm gonna bust your ass.

The girl, make your deal,
let's go.

Get into that car.

No doubt about it, sweetheart,

you're a whore and I know it.

There she is again.

Okay, baby, here you go.

And if you so desire and
cannot afford one

an attorney will be
appointed to you

before questioning without charge.

Do you understand each
of these rights

I have explained to you?

- I understand.

- What's your name?

- Linda.

- You been busted before?

- No.

- Hmm, it's a shame.

A thing like this can really
screw up your life.

- I really needed the money,
you know.

- You got a habit?

- A what?

- A habit, hooked on something,
drugs.

- No, not me.

- Oh, I get it, boyfriend, huh?

- Yes.

- Well, don't take it so hard.

It's not that bad, Linda.

Do you got a bail bondsman?

Some cash?

- $50.

- It's not enough.

Boyfriend got a job?

- No.

- Huh, I take it back, it's bad.

I mean, you could be three
days in the slammer

before you ever see the
inside of a courtroom.

It's your first offense, the judge
will probably give you

a small fine and 30 days in Civil
Brand which is no palace.

They got some mean
bull dykes there.

I tell you what, gimme a blowjob
and I'll let you go.

- A what?

- You heard me.

Well, what do you say?

- I don't know what to say.

- Oh, come on.

What do you do with
those other guys?

You suck 'em off, you fuck 'em in
the backseat, right?

You'll get a better deal with me,
sweetheart.

For 30 minutes, I'll
save you 30 days.

And I'll even give my
courtesy card.

You get picked up again
it's a free ride.

So what'll it be?

- 30 minutes.

- Okay, strip it down.

Well?

Get busy.

Alright. That's enough
of that shit.

Stop it! You're hurting me!

- Please don't kill me.

- You do exactly what I say.

- I will, I will, anything you ask.

- That's right.

- I'll do anything you want.

- That's right.

- Run, run for it and
I'll put a bullet

right between your tits.

- I won't.

I promise I won't run.

- Do just what I say and
I'll let you go.

- Yes, anything you want.

- And I'll give you my courtesy
card and no cops bother you.

- All right.

I'll do anything, please
don't kill me.

- Get out!

Move in front of the car.

I've got a gun pointed at you.

You make a wrong move and I shoot.

Sit down in the dirt.

Lay down.

Spread your legs.

That's it.

Now, play with yourself.

Roll around in the mud.

Roll around like a dog.

Now lay down in the mud
and jerk off!

Jerk off!

Jerk OFF!

Take your clothes.

Get back into town on your own.

I don't wanna get my car dirty.

- Will be in the area of
Fuller and Melrose.

It's a female Caucasian, has brown
hair and brown eyes.

Four feet tall, 70 pounds,
eight years of age.

She's wearing a pink and
blue striped dress.

Have a missing juvenile.

- Repeat that 101.

- I know it, I can't help it, honey.

It's gotta be and Poole
was just relieved.

And he does it over, too, over
and over and over.

- Jim.

- Here he comes now.

I'll get this to him.

Yeah, I'll be home in 20 minutes.

It won't take any more than that.

I promise.

- Hey Eddie, where the
hell have you been?

You're late again and I've been
waiting to go home.

- Got hung by the rain.

- Well, you're always hung
up by something.

You know, I suggest this weekend
you get some rest.

You keep dragging your ass in
here all pussy whipped,

tired out all the time,
late constantly.

And not only that,

Mr. Douglas doesn't
like it either.

- Gonna
need to a patrol

at 71 Van Nuys.

- You little shit.

I'm ready to go.

- No!

Put that down, please!

- You little slut!

- No!

- Well, I'm just gonna slap
the shit out of you.

You dirty little cunt!

You saw him again, didn't you?

You been fucking him all the time,
haven't you?

- I haven't seen him once.

- You lying mother fucker.

I'm gonna give you another cunt
right in your belly.

- No!

- Wow, I'm just gonna slap you.

- You dirty little shit.

Come here, you cunt.

You've sucked your last cock.

- No!

Somebody stop him!

- I hope that's in your ass,
didn't I?

- No!

- Use it.

- Come in!

- Here it is, Lieutenant.

- Sit down, Bob.

Oh, Christ!

Hold on a second.

Cable.

Yeah, yeah.

All right, you hold him until I
can get down there.

Hold him.

Bye.

Looks like the only one that comes
close is Gerard Philips.

And let's see, he's in federal
at Terminal Island.

- Right.

All the rest are just too
far off physically

to fit the description.

- Who questioned the whore?

- Uh, Officer Anderson and Malone.

- 5'8", 150, brown hair, fully
outfitted with uniform

and black and white squad car.

She was promised a courtesy
card from the officer

which she never received and that
was the only reason

she was back on the streets.

Well, you gotta give the
little bastard credit.

He's got a novel way to
get his nuts off.

- Yeah.

- Here, take this to Captain
Marshall right away.

- Yes, sir.

- Hold on.

Yeah, this is Cable.

Looks like we have a 911-niner,

unknown suspect impersonating
a police officer.

I suggest to Captain Marshall
he advise all units

to be on the alert and
put out an APB.

I have the M.O. and description
on the way right now.

That's what I said, thank you.

- 6095, you have an
express at 5-0 Sunset.

At the hospital, the
emergency department.

- Nothing on that murder.

She killed that guy and
nothing's come down.

He must've been big that body,
buried it in the back

and nobody miss him.

Somebody would miss him.

- All units, uh, requesting

repeat on the inner.

Do you have an out at the
northeast corner

of Fuller and Melrose.

She was seen going-

- No matter what, she's a murderess.

She should be caught and punished.

No murderer should ever get away.

I'll cool it for awhile.

They'll catch her.

I'll just wait, give them time.

She's got to be punished!

- Okay, you're next.

- Hi.

- You ever, uh, been here before?

- No.

I'm just a little tense.

- Don't worry about that.

We can take care of it.

We got a special
introductory massage.

One girl, 15 minutes, 10 bucks.

But if you'd rather, we got
two girls nude.

One specializes in French and one
specializes in Japanese.

It's $30 and uh,

anything else you want

you arrange with the girl.

- I'll take the $30.

- Huh?

- I'll take the 30.

- Before we get started, I have to
ask you the big question.

- What's that?

- Are you now or
have you ever been

a member of a law
enforcement agency?

- No.

- Okay.

Did you want more than
just the massage?

- How much is more?

- 50 more for
whatever you want.

- Okay.

- You can rest
here for awhile.

- Everything okay, mister?

Uh, that'll be $80, sir.

- Sure.

You and those two girls
are under arrest.

- What the hell are you
talking about?

- You know exactly what
I'm talking about.

- That's bullshit.

They asked you if you was a
cop and you said no.

That's entrapment.

I know my rights.

- I don't care what you call it.

I call it running a whorehouse.

Now let's get ready to go.

- Look, officer, I don't
want no trouble.

- Well, you've got it.

Now get those girls
dressed and ready.

I'm calling a wagon.

- He will be at
Fuller and Melrose.

Detect all 95, detect all 95.

Ambulance and begin investigation.

52211/2 Virginia Avenue.

- Still nothing.

They haven't caught her yet.

It's been over 11 hours.

What the hell is wrong
with those cops?

Somebody else must've
heard those shots.

If they'd have let me
on the force,

I sure as hell would
be over there.

I'd find the fucking body.

I'd lock that cunt up for life!

They said I'm too short for
the force, right?

And all those big, smart guys

can't figure out what the
fuck's going on.

- So, 35,

the Side Taste at
Hollywood and Highland.

Stand by for the
information on your license

or the other AT.

- 13U1, 13U1,
meet 13C73 on tag two.

- Look at that.

She murdered some guy this morning

and she's sucking some
guy off tonight.

- Oh, yes. - Maybe he's in on it.

Maybe he'll drag the body.

He was a big guy, six feet.

She'd have had a lot of trouble
moving him herself.

That's it, she had help!

And this is the guy
who helped her.

And now she's paying him back.

Of course, that's it.

So I'll call the cops.

I'll turn them in.

And they'll know what a bunch of
fools they've been.

Every guy in that police force,
all those goddamn gorillas.

Over 5'10" and every one of them
is a bunch of fools.

Hey, maybe they won't admit it.

Maybe they'll say they knew
it all the time

and they were just waiting for
her to make a move.

And they put me in the background.

They'll tell the papers I
interfered with the case.

They'll lie to get
credit for the bust.

- Say, oh.

- I've
gotta do it myself.

I've got to find a way
to do it myself.

And then they'll all
know who I am.

They'll know I can do it.

I'll be in all the papers that
I made the arrest,

I found the body.

Then they won't be able to
keep me off the force.

Public opinion will be on my side.

That's it.

I'll find a way

to do it myself.

- 914 Malibu Way.

Accidental shooting,
suspected suicide.

Ambulance on the way.

- Suicide?

So that's it.

Well, she's not getting away
with that garbage.

I'm going to be very careful.

I'm going to play it cool.

She'll confess to me and
I'll take her in,

right into the station.

And they'll all stand there with
their mouths hanging open

like a pack of goddamn fools.

- 1387 by the pier.

- Yeah to
Provident north

and porter repeat.

13L16, roger.

Stopping to Provident north.

So remand at South Patriot Court,

other Van Nuys, repeat.

- Officer Anderson, ma'am.

May I come in?

- Well, I was just gonna take a
walk to the beach.

- It'll only take a moment.

- All right.

May I help you?

- I was sent over by
the department

to ask you a few more questions
about your husband's death.

- I don't understand.

I thought the case was closed.

- Yeah, well, they
changed their mind

and it's open again.

- Look, Detective Lieutenant
Cable was on the case.

I would like to talk to him.

- You may not.

I'm handling this case now.

And I have reason to suspect
that your husband

did not commit suicide.

- If you'll excuse me,
I'm going to talk

to Lieutenant Cable.

- Don't do that.

Lieutenant Cable is off this case
and I'm in charge now.

- All right, what is it
that you want?

- Sit down.

- Well, must you keep pointing
that thing at me?

- You did kill him, didn't you.

Why did you do it?

- You're not a cop.

What are you?

- All you have to worry about is
answering my questions.

You know that there's
blood over here

at the foot of the stairs,
don't you?

You know it's here, don't you?

- I know
nothing of the kind.

- You murdered him here and you
took him out of here

and made it look like a suicide.

I know what you are and I
know who you are!

And, lady, believe me, you're not
gonna get away with it!

There's really no reason to
be afraid of me.

You look like you
could use a drink.

Where do you keep your liquor?

- It's by the
refrigerator.

- Drink will calm you down.

You did it and I know you did it.

You're not gonna

get away from me.

I'm a policeman, I can arrest you

any time I want to! - No!

- Now you do exactly
as you're told!

- Oh, oh.

- Here's your lunch.

- Oh, but my arms are so tired.

Please take me out of these cuffs.

- Later.

Now you'll eat.

- I don't want it.

- Prisoners who are difficult
receive punishment.

Eat!

- Please, you've gotta
get me out of here!

Please, nobody will believe you.

Please.

You're not a policeman.

You'll never prove it.

Please!

- Since you're not hungry, I'll
have go get the matron

try to give you your bath.

- No.

- Maybe after that you'll
have an appetite.

- Oh, oh.

No!

- It's time for your bath.

Your trial will be starting
in a few days now.

- What are you talking about?

- You've been accused of murder.

You'll have to stand trial.

- Oh, listen, you've gotta
stop this insanity.

My boyfriend is coming
around here soon.

You've gotta get out of here.

- The boyfriend?

Don't worry 'cause I'm
ready for him.

What I need right now is your
written confession.

- Okay, okay.

I did it!

But it was an accident!

Really, it was an
accident.

- Very well, I'll type
your confession up.

- Hello, yeah, can I speak to
Lieutenant Cable?

It's an emergency.

- Detail party.

You at to see the wall madam.

485 suspect.

He was a male oriental,
20 years of age,

wearing dark clothes.

- Hey, look at that cop car.

It's got a black top and it
doesn't have police plates.

That's gotta be the
guy on the APB.

- It's gotta be.

- It's unit 85, unit 85.

R- E the 911-niner.

R- E the 911-niner.

Suspect just passed our position

at Lincoln and 5th.

- Say.

Car 17, car 714 Quinn.

- Oh, Jules, oh.

Oh, thank God you're here.

Somehow he found out we
moved the body.

- Uh, let's, let's talk about
it inside, come on.

- Look at that son-of-a-bitch.

He's losing control.

- Yeah, they said he
may have taken a shot.

We better not get too close.

If he spins out we'll
be up his ass.

This is car 54 to control.

Suspect is driving erratically.

We're now off of the
city southbound

Lincoln and Woodrow Wilson Drive.

- Easy, take it nice and easy.

He may be armed.

He's dead.

Son-of-a-bitch is dead.

- Call for the wagon.