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It's Cheryl.

Grab her. Pull her in.

Gotcha.

Don't pull me.

What are you doing here?

Nothing, I forgot my key.

That's all.

Cheryl, you damn-

Hey, take it easy.

I told her, if I ever caught
her peeping at me again, I'd-

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

This is my room, too.

You're always in here with boys.

See, she's jealous

'cause she can't get
any action for herself.

Nobody's interested in robbing the cradle.

Oh, shut up.

Hey, maybe you'd like another lesson

in case you missed any details.

Come on, let's strip her.

Get your hands on off of me.

Come on, Judy, cool it.

You cut it out.

Judy.
Just relax, will ya?

Leave her alone.

Just forget it.

Just calm down.
Holy shit, Judy.

You're really sick.

Don't you call me sick.

Cool it, 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 just hope they don't turn
you over to the police.

You don't have to 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.

Hey, maybe you two
should think this over.

After all, you did come
along way together.

Let her go.

She's too young to make the scene anyway.

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.

See ya around.

Hello.

Hello.

Looking for a room?

Well, I'm not sure.

Are, are you the manager?

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

You live here?

I certainly do.

It's, uh, very conveniently located.

Well, uh, good luck.

Perhaps I'll see you again.

Yes, thank you.

I'm 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

left in the city, and we have
to be extremely selective

about our clientele.

Please, I, I'm looking for Mr. Atwood.

You mean Mrs. Atwood?

I'm Mrs. Atwood.

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
look older, I guess.

That
isn't the word for it.

Aunt Martha,

do you have a room that
I could 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?

Well, I was in the city,
and I, I, uh, thought I'd come

for visit and stay maybe a day or two

if it isn't too much trouble.

I don't know what you're looking for,

but you won't find it here.

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

Uh, look, I'm kinda mixed up right now,

and I just need some time to think.

You ran away, didn't you?

I, well, yes, I did.

But, but you have to understand.

My, 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?

Uh, 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 all right.

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, all right.

Now, you get some
rest, and I'll call you

for dinner in a little while.

Thanks, Aunt Martha.

Go wash that paint off your face

before you come to the table.

Excuse me, I'm looking
for a girl named Cheryl.

Can you tell me if she's staying here?

Cheryl?

The name is not familiar.

However, there was a young lady

in here a little while
ago looking for a room.

You're a friend of hers?

No, not really, but I'm
afraid she's kind of in trouble,

and I just wanna warn her.

Warn her?

Yeah, see, she took something
from this friend of mine

that didn't exactly belong to her.

Well, I'm sure she didn't mean any harm,

but if she doesn't give it back now,

there's gonna be trouble.

My friend is pissed.

Oh, well, my boy, I
may be able to give you

some information, but,
uh, this is

uh, hardly the, uh, place to
discuss these matters, uh.

Well, if you could just tell
me where I could find her.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you come to room
319 in about three minutes?

It's straight up those
stairs to 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.

Ugh.

Goddamn this bathroom.

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

Yes?

It's me, Martha.

Dinner time.

All right, I, I'll be
ready in, in just a minute.

Where's 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.

But 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 off 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.

Aunt Martha?

It's all right, child.

I've been doing this by
myself for years now.

But, but, but I wanna help.

It's the least I can do.

That's Mr. Lovejoy.

He keeps himself company.

He sounds drunk.

Aunt Martha, who is 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.

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 a long time ago.

It's me, doctor.

How old was she, Alice?

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

Oh, that's okay.

I, I wanna help.

Yes, but this room's a little peculiar.

Well, who have we here?

Ah, the charming young
lady I met yesterday

if I'm not mistaken.

Got yourself a room, have you?

I'll wager you charmed your way

right into Mrs. Atwood's heart.

I'm Mrs. Atwood's niece.

Ah, I should have known.

I can see the resemblance.

Now, tell me your full name, please.

What for?

Ah, 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.

This is a lovely one.

Now, let me see.

We have one, two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, 10, 11 consonants.

11 consonants.

11 consonants?

What's so great about that?

What indeed.

My dear child, anyone possessing
these 11 consonants is

one of God's elect.

Oh, right.

Oh, my dear Mrs. Atwood.

I know. I heard.

Isn't it marvelous?

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

Oh, uh, uh, I've just been
studying your horoscope, dear,

and I have found some
most intriguing signs.

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's George.

He's a photographer.

A professional photographer?

Certainly,
has his dark room

in the basement.

He's kind of strange,
good looking, though.

You think so?

"Desire in the Shadows."

Yes, oh.
Oh, yes.

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

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

Thanks, but 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
me completely alone.

I have someone to keep you company.

Aunt Martha, what are you afraid of?

Oh, what is that?

This is Whitey.

Don't be afraid.

He won't hurt you.

Say hello to him.

Get him away from me.

What did you do that for?

I 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.

Well, now, where'd he get to?

Whitey, Whitey.

Well, Cheryl, if you find him,

put him in the basket and close the lid.

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

All right.

Aunt Martha,

was this woman a close friend of yours?

No.

But you did know her?

Child, there's some things

you're still too young to understand.

Why are you taking a camera?

I always take pictures for my album.

Pictures of a funeral?

I try to capture the exact moment

when the spirit leaves the body.

Well, I must get going.

Now, 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.

Ooh.

Oh.

Cheryl?

Cheryl, I'm home.

Cheryl?

Cheryl, I'm home.

Cheryl, let me in.

Cheryl.

Oh, I'm sorry, Aunt Martha.

I didn't hear you.

I must have fallen asleep.

Oh.

Everything all right while I was gone?

Yes, fine.

Did you stay in here?

Uh-huh.

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, uh, no, no.

They went away, whatever they were.

Good.

I brought you some candy.

Thanks.

And some nice Camembert for Whitey.

Where is Whitey, by the way?

Whitey.
I don't know, Aunt Martha.

Whitey.

I haven't seen him.
Whitey.

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

You're Artie, aren't you?

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

I guess you know the way.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, what are you doing here anyway?

Where's the manager?

I'm her niece.

She's out right now,

and I'm supposed to be minding the store.

But you're the only one
that's come in all afternoon.

Manager's niece, huh?

How'd you know my name?

I don't know.

I, I guess Dr. Moon
must have 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.

Whitey.

Whitey.

Now, where are you?

I know you're hiding.

You come here to your mother.

Whitey, Whitey.

I'm sorry, I have no vacancies.

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

Hey, wait a minute.

This is one of the
last respectable hotels

left in the city, and we have
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. Atwood 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?

Geez, 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 it,

but he must've gotten lost.

Well, get to the point.

What do you want?

Mrs. Atwood, is Cheryl staying here?

What if she is?

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

I'm sure she must have mentioned me.

Oh, she
mentioned you, all right.

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.

If 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. Atwood?

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 all right.

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. Atwood.

Call me Aunt Martha, child.

Everybody does.

Cheryl?

Goddammit, open this door.

Cheryl?

What the?

Oh, wow.

Cheryl, is that you?

Cheryl?

That's 50 cents.

Oh, no, I hope I didn't forget my money.

I, I was in such a hurry.

You live around here?

Yeah, well, but I'll just
have to go back and get it.

Is it far?

No, uh, just over on
5th, 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.

Hi, Reverend Moon, how's
your refrigerator doing?

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 all right.

Takes some getting used to, though.

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

Aren't you hungry?

Aren't you?

What?

I said aren't you hungry?

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

I'm not really hungry either.

I haven't felt right
since Whitey disappeared.

Oh, dear.

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 can actually feel

the liberation of a spirit from the prison

where it's been a captive.

What 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 weaker, sicker, 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...

Hello.

Just a minute, please.

It's for you.

Me?

Not my parents, I hope.

Hello.

Hi, you probably don't remember me.

I'm Jeff from the 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 MacArthur Park Friday night.

Um, well, what time does it start?

About 8:30, I think.

Hey, they got some real great rock groups.

I could pick you up around 7:30,

and then later we could
grab some food or something.

Yeah, sure, that sounds all right.

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

Bye.
All right, bye.

Who was that?

Oh, just a boy I met.

A boy, where'd 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.

You're showing the first signs already.

Just 'cause 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.

Well, from what?

Night, Aunt Martha.

Alice, is that you, sweetie?

What took you so long, Alice?

I want you to help me with my hair.

Alice doesn't live here anymore.

Mr. Lovejoy.

Mr. Lovejoy?

Yoo-hoo, Mr. Lovejoy.

I don't understand.

He never goes out in the daytime.

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

We'll just have to
roll him outta the way.

You wanna move that
chair outta the way, girly?

My name's Cheryl.

Oh, yeah, 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.

All right, let's
clear us this mess away.

Cheryl, hold this lamp.

Cheryl, did you hear me?

Cheryl.

Uh, uh, will you
excuse me a few minutes?

Uh, I have to go downstairs.

Cheryl?

Cheryl.

Edith, I told you I wasn't getting laid.

I can't talk.

There's people around here.

I told you, Edith, that
I went to the racetrack.

I wasn't out getting
laid, for crying out loud.

Goddamn hippies are
taking over this country.

It's shameful.

Ain't got no miles at all.

All these young gals
doing it left and right.

They don't care.

And there's, uh, nothing they won't do.

You know what I mean?

Going to your mother-in-law,

and your mother-in-law's screwy.

I was, I, I'm coming-
All right.

home right away, Edith.

Hey, I bet you'd like a little
bit of that yourself, huh?

Right?

Goddamn weirdos are
taking over this country.

Hello, King Edward Hotel.

Is Cheryl there, please?

No, she's out now.

Who is this?

Uh, okay, thank you.

Who is this?

Goddammit, lady.

Ah, no privacy.

George.

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've had enough protection.

George.

Look at me.

I'm going to pieces.

Can't even work anymore.

It's not your fault, George.

If I'd known she was going
to get you all upset,

I'd never have let her stay.

You knew.

You did it to test me.

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

She's like all the rest in this family.

Can't wait to wiggle her little body

to get men all riled up.

That's the way women are.

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

Don't say that.

It's a weakness of the flesh.

It can be overcome.

I overcame it,

and I'm helping you.
Helping?

Helping me?

You've 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.

It's 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-
What if she wants

to be with me?

Did it never 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.

All right, George,
but not her, not Cheryl.

I'll find somebody else

for you, George.

Do you hear?

I'll find somebody.

Oh, wow, this is heavy.

You handle that can
almost as good as a man.

I handle 'em 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.

All right, 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 to you 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 little while

if that would be all right.

I mean, you said-
I know what I said,

but things have changed.

It was a question of money.

I was thinking about getting a job

so I can pay you something.

What kind of a job
could a girl your age get?

I don't know.

I thought I'd help George

out with photography-
You stay away from George.

Do you hear?

I don't want you even
talking to him, understand?

Aunt Martha, I, I-
You're playing

a dangerous game, young lady.

You know what's good for you,

you'll take that first bus home tomorrow.

I mean it.

All right, Aunt Martha,
if that's the way you feel,

I'll find out about the
bus schedule right away.

Hello.

Hello, anybody there?

Hello, if somebody's
there, you better talk,

or I'm hanging up.

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

George, is that you?

Oh, I, I like them.

I, I really did.

They were really neat.

Uh, I, I never saw
anything like them before.

You look terrific wearing those things.

Thank you.

Was it exciting?

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

I, 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 can come to my
room, like tonight even.

I'll wear those things you gave me.

Say 10:00?

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.

I hope we can still get in.

I said I was sorry.

You know you're not the
first King Edward girl

I've ever met.

Oh, no?

Used to have a very good
friend that lived there.

So, what happened?

It's funny. I don't know.

She just went away one day, moved out

without leaving an address or anything.

Was her name Alice?

Right, Alice Rogers.

How did you know?

I, uh, saw her picture
in one of the rooms.

She was pretty.

She was a professional model.

Hey, do you know anybody at the hotel

who could tell me where she is?

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

Course not.

You see, we were really good friends.

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

without leaving an address
or something, saying goodbye.

She used to tell me all
about her adventures

with the weirdos who
lived in the King Edward.

She was actually afraid of one of them.

He was a, 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 the whole thing off?

Hey, come on.

I mean it, Jeff.

I wanna go home now.

Wait a minute.

Let me-
And that's okay.

I can find my way home myself.

Wait a minute, I'm-
And you don't have to worry

about any nuts attacking me.

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 the King Edward.

And he may seem like a nut to you,

but at least 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 painted women in my house.

George, are you there?

George, you're not
going to give these pictures

to "Prying Eye," are you?

I would never do that, Alice.

I have too much feeling for you.

I thought by now you'd realize that.

Why, why, George,
I, I wouldn't be posing

practically naked like this
if, if I thought that you'd-

You thought I was
different, not like other men.

Well, it's true.

I am different, but 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.

I could excite
you and make you love me.

George, what are you doing?

For God's sakes, what are
you doing with that needle?

Please, Alice, let me.

Don't do that, Alice, please.

I won't hurt you.

I promise.
Oh, God,

somebody make him stop.

What's the matter?

Now, stop that.

Isn't it just a,

Alice don't do that, please.

Stop it, George,
stop it.

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?

George.

George, it's me.

George, why didn't you come?

I have to leave tomorrow.

George, are you here?

George, I, 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

for you to remember me by.

But then I, 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.

Well, thank, well, thank you.

This is the first time we've had a chance

to, you know, get to know one another.

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

but I'm, 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.

Uh, I wanted you take one over here.

Where are you going?

I'll be right there.

I have to get something.

George.

What are you doing?

Hey, hey, what's going on?

It's, it's all right.

Just lie still, relax.

I'll explain.

What's that?

It's all right.

Let me. I have to.

It won't hurt.

Hey, what's that stuff?

It's, it's spilling.

No, don't.

It won't hurt.

George.
It'll be all right.

Let go of me, George.
Please.

Don't.

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?

My God, I didn't know.

My son.

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 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'd do behind my back.

Listen, Aunt Martha, if
you want me to be your son,

that's okay.

You wouldn't be a good son, Cheryl.

Look, I'll, I'll do
anything you want me to.

Just 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.

I'm always very merciful.

No, please, Aunt Martha, no.

Don't struggle, child.

You'll only prolong your trouble.

No.

Don't struggle, now.

Good morning, Mrs. Atwood,
I have a pleasant surprise

for you this morning.

My sister has sent me
a bit of money again,

so I'm going to pay off something.

Oh, my word.

Oh, uh.

Oh.

You the manager here?
Oh, dear me, no.

I, I was just looking for her myself, uh.

Uh, seen anything of a
clean-cut, 15-year-old boy,

brown hair, blue eyes, supposed

to be visiting someone here last night?

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

Uh, Cheryl, he came

to see a girl named Cheryl.

Oh, there is a young lady
named Cheryl staying here.

Now, let me see.

She lives in room 223, I believe.

I suppose she's probably in just now.

What's down there?

Oh, uh, that's just
the basement, officer.

There's nothing down there

except a dark room, I believe.

Something's going on down there.

Do you hear that?

You guys check that out.

I'll go look for the girl.

Oh, is there anything I
can do for you, officer?

No thanks, pop.

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

The kid's probably shacked
up with his girl someplace,

but his old man's been calling

the precinct every half
hour since 4:00 AM.

Says the kid's never stayed out all night

before without calling up.

Let go. Let go.

What the?
Hey, that's my kid.

All right,
kid, are you all right?

Oh, thank God it's you.

Jeff, what happened?

How'd you get locked up down here?

Over, over there in the sink.

What?

Jesus.

This Cheryl?

Huh?
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
over there in the sink,

I figured it was just a matter of time

before he took care of me, too.

Want me to call an
ambulance for the kid?

Hell, no, we're not
waiting around this place

for no ambulance.

You can walk, can't you boy?

Hey?
I'm not sure.

Sure you can.

Hey, come on.

Show the man how you can walk.

See, he can walk.

Walk, for Christ's sake.

What about Cheryl?

Did George get her, too?

Will ya stop worrying about Cheryl?

Once we get outta here,
I'll buy ya peace, anything.

Just don't say nothing.

Take it easy, dad.

Jesus Christ, kid.

If you're gonna get physical with a chick,

you oughta make sure
you're bigger than she is.

Any sign of the girl?

No, room's empty.

Bed hadn't been slept in.

You'd seen the freakos
that live in this joint,

your bed'd be empty, too.

Well, there's a girl
lying in the sink downstairs

with her throat cut.

Come on, Jeff.

Aren't you hungry?

Don't you want a hamburger or something?

Sure, dad, as soon as I find
out what happened to Cheryl.

That broad again?

Where the one who let you have it, Jeff?

He's a minor.

He don't have to say nothing.

A clam, get it?

You're a clam.

Up on the third floor someplace.

I, 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?

Can you remember
which room it is, kid?

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, all right.

I wonder who gave it to him.

Look at the jugs on this guy.

Boy, oh, boy, with knockers like that,

I could go for this guy myself.

What's that?

Wow, world's
oldest go-go dancer.

Geez, Jeff, is that your girl?

It's Mrs. Atwood, Cheryl's aunt.

What an outfit.

Ah, too many sequins.

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

She sure has some strange playmates.

Well, what do you say we
call Gilford in homicide,

let him worry about it?

Remind me never
to recommend this hotel.

You two mind coming down to headquarters

to fill out a report?

Hell, no, we'll go anywhere.

Just get us outta here.

I 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're worried about Alice, too?

No wonder your grades are so lousy.

Oh, dad, you don't understand.

Ah, don't worry, kid.

Our homicide boys are terrific.

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

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, and have to be

extremely selective

about our clientele.