All language subtitles for Womens Prison Massacre aka Emanuelle in Prison (Blade Violent - I violenti) (1983) IT BRD 720p

Laura is who I am.

Of the snake mask.

As sensual and cruel
as a praying mantis is.

I had admirers who
gloated enviously.

I was the woman they paid,

just to get a whiff of my scent.

No one had the nerve to call me

his or even her woman.

Only one, just one.

But he made a fatal mistake.

You don't betray the mantis.

Poor fools.

How stupid they look,

smiling at a woman, the
one they've betrayed,

as they sit astride her.

Poor fools.

How their expressions
change from men to swine,

when you emasculate
them. Poor fools.

Irene is who I am.

Irene the slut.
Filthy slut, Irene.

Because I'm open
to anyone's offers.

The women know I have vices.

And the men know me as a spring,

from which their
pleasure flowed.

And they drank their fill.

My joy and happiness was
in quenching their thirst,

as they sucked me dry of desire,

their fingers
searching for more.

Now there are girls.

They're all my girls.

They all know Irene.

And Irene knows each
one of them intimately.

And all of them would like to
know Irene again, share her.

My name is Emanuelle
and I'm a woman.

Even in here, I'm
free to be a woman.

I hate this piece of cement.

And I love my companions
and friends, all.

I love them for what they are.

In good and bad.

In love and hate.

For me, everything
happened suddenly.

From reporter to prisoner.

From a free woman to a
person with no rights.

And the one
responsible for this,

terrible miscarriage of justice,

will one day pay for his crime,

but that's not what matters now.

It's my condition,

the condition of all of
us here, that counts.

Not one of us is
a virgin, in body.

We would all admit that.

But not one of us wishes
to have her soul violated,

as well, whatever the cost.

This is Albina. But I'm
not in this lousy show.

I represent the captive
audience watching this shit.

What I don't understand
is how you can suffer it.

It makes me want to throw up.

The whole idea is revolting.

And the three speech-makers
you just heard,

might just as well drop dead,

for all their
entertainment value.

Instead of our applause,
they deserve this.

Albina, you...

Stop that! You
hear me? Stop it!

All right girls!

I hate you.

Let go of me.

Fuck you!

You won't live long
enough to forget this.

You'll see. I'll
get you in the end.

I won't ask you to
give me an explanation,

for this filthy rubbish.

It is quite clearly
an act of sedition,

hysterical reaction
to what justice

and the law is doing to you.

There's not a drop
of repentance.

There's no humility.

It deals solely in cruelty.

It's packed with
violence and sex.

The whole thing seems
designed to disturb,

to provoke unrest,
rebellion, and escape.

I'm sorry, but you could
censor the more daring parts.

Emanuelle, you're...
still quite young.

You're headstrong and
you're intelligent.

You had a good education.

And you're attractive.

Especially when you
manage to overcome

this rather forced vulgarity.

Another important thing...

is the influence you have
over your companions.

I thought that
putting on this show

would help you all
to feel this place

was less oppressive
than some of the other

detention centers, which
is why I agreed to it.

But if the script
is not changed,

I shall have to forbid it.

The show must not go on.

May I go now?

Certainly.

Take care, Emanuelle.

There's a limit to our patience.

I wouldn't advise you to push us

any harder than
you already have.

Hmm, that's strange.

It's the second warning
I've received today.

And it seems like the
same person is speaking.

So, they call
you Irene, do they?

The filthy slut, Irene.

What a stupid bitch you are.

Don't bother her.

That'll be the day.

Take my advice and die.

I'd like to bit
your nipples off.

And I'll do it.

Hey, fancy talker,

advise your kooky pal
to take more care,

or she'll be in big
trouble around here.

Don't call me
fancy talker, you.

Well I'll be.

Don't tell me I'm not allowed
to mention your intelligence.

I was being complimentary.

You make me sick, Albina.

You make me sicker than
all the others in here.

You better stay out of my hair.

Don't you try telling
me what to do in here.

I dictate all that goes on.

And you'll obey me, hear?

Same as all the rest.

Give me one good reason.

I'm strongest! That's
why I'm so feared.

I don't believe that.

I'll put a stop
to your arrogance,

you haughty hottentot.

You'll get your arm broken.

We'll see about that.

Ugh!

Stop it! Haven't you
had enough violence?

Let me help you.

Albina, look at those two.

You're so gentle.

Shh!

What is it?

You're revolting.

What's going on in here?

Explain.

These two pigs were
kissing in front of everyone.

Oh, were they?

They acted like dogs in heat,

in need to be cooled down,

and given a lesson in modesty.

I think you're right, Albina.

It's a good idea.

- We'll start with you.
- No!

You come over here.

They're all against us.

Molly and the other guards,

they all support Albina!

But why? For what reason do
they have to support Albina?

It serves them better
to let a maniac like Albina

influence the inmates,
instead of someone

clear-minded, like
you, Emanuelle,

who could make trouble for them.

I'm going to ask the
warden for an interview.

The policy can be traced to her.

So, you insist
that two of my guards

tortured two girls in
the washrooms last night,

without any good reason,
and aided by certain others.

Yes, I do.

That is extremely serious.

I hope you can prove it.

Can you prove the contrary?

I can immediately.

Molly?

Kindly repeat what you
told me about the events,

in the washrooms last night.

Two of the prisoners
were discovered behaving

in an extremely
indecent fashion,

and were suitably punished.

Punished by whom?

Us, the guards on duty.

So there were no other
prisoners in the showers,

to witness what went on?

No, certainly not.

Are you satisfied?

You brazen liars.

How dare you!

Emanuelle, how could
you think such a thing?

Stop!
Get out, all of you!

Let's go! Get out of here!

Aren't you going
to wash your face?

What are you waiting
for? Wash it.

Wash your face!

Why don't you
do as you're told?

Put your face in the water,

and stay there until I
tell you to come out.

I told you to stay down!

Didn't you
listen to the order?

You don't stand up yet!

Get down!

Go on!

Hurry up! Are you deaf?

Well, sweetie pie,
fancy seeing you here.

You're really making enemies.

Fancy talking's not good.

You ought to be more careful.

It's worth it.

Seems that my enemies
are your friends.

Are you feeling better now?

What's the sudden
interest in my health?

You lousy...

I hate you. I hate you!

Don't you laugh at me.

You bastard. You
bastard, I'll kill you!

Where do you think
you two are going?

To swab out the
showers, as usual.

Did you learn nothing
from yesterday's lesson?

You're forbidden to enter.

The showers are out of order.

Having a little trouble
are you, with the plumber?

We know Emanuelle
is in there.

You might have the
decency to let her out.

Out of my sight!

At once, or you'll be sorry!

Albina slipped
and hurt herself.

You've had the floor
polished too much.

Such a waste of soap.

You big fool!

Oh, you're so sexy.

You do things to me.

Irene? May I ask
what you're up to?

Let me introduce
you to Bobby Seloni.

Bobby Seloni? Where the
hell did you pick him up?

He has almost all I need.

The only thing he can't
do is talk, that's all.

George sent him to me
to keep me in practice.

I'll lend him to
you if you want.

No
thanks. You're crazy.

What are you writing?

I have a suspicion.

Remember that man,
called Robinson?

I mentioned him to you.

Sure I do. The bastard
who got you thrown into jail.

What's happening
is no accident.

Someone's gunning for
me. I'm certain of it.

You mean the warden?

No, I really don't think so.

There's more to this
than a question of power.

I suspect there's somebody
very important behind it,

who fears me, even though
I'm in a prison cell.

You were investigating
a case of smuggling drugs,

just when you were
framed and arrested,

weren't you, Emanuelle?

Yes, that's how it was.

You have no idea
how many people,

who are above suspicion
in this country,

are involved in the
drug smuggling racket.

And one of the men at
the top of the list,

is Vincent Robinson, the man
who planted the dope on me.

But why the hell should
he still be after you?

You can't do anything in jail.

But one day, I'll
come out of here.

And I could pick up
where I left off.

In fact, if he
doesn't stop me first,

I swear I'll destroy him.

You have to get him
before he gets you.

That's Vincent Robinson.

My troubles began with him.

And it's his fault if
they're still with me.

I'll never forgive him.

May we have a statement?

Mr. Robinson?

Channel seven would like
you to give us an exclusive,

for the nine o'clock news.
Mr. Robinson!

Mr. Robinson, for the nine
o'clock news, please, sir?

Just one statement!

Take it easy. Let's
have a little calm here.

Four dangerous criminals
have been captured.

One of them is the
notorious Howard Henderson,

we've been after for so long,

known to the public
as Crazy Boy.

They're due to arrive at
the Santa Marta Prison,

any time now, to await sentence.

How long will they be there?

But it's not a
maximum security prison.

There are women
at Santa Marta.

Don't you think
you owe the public,

something of an explanation?

Listen, listen,
let me tell you.

Words mean nothing.

I prefer facts.

I believe there's one way
only, to deal with murderers.

They must be destroyed,
same as mad dogs.

That's quite a statement.

It'll stir up a good
deal of argument.

One more question.

One more question!

Just a moment!

Why don't you
get out of my way?

I didn't get any
more than you did.

It's a long way.

Is he as ferocious as
everybody says, this Crazy Boy?

Sure is. A mean
son of a bitch, he is.

He's supposed to
have murdered six cops.

That's his thing.

Seven. During his
last escape from jail.

I sure don't envy
Harrison, back there.

HEY, lawman, you listening?

Hmm?

Do you know
what I'd do to you,

if I didn't have this
around my wrists?

And I'd be only too happy to.

Have you got any idea?

Yeah, you'd stick this
gun up my ass, I guess.

Pretty good guess.

Sounds much too easy.

He might enjoy it.

That'd be a real big pity.

You know what I'd do?

I'd put my hands around
his neck, and squeeze,

until his eyeballs flipped
right out of his head.

Go ahead. Enjoy
your fantasies.

I intend to die of old age.

But you'll die like all murderers.

I guess you're
not superstitious,

or you wouldn't be making
such unfounded predictions.

You can never be sure
how things will turn out,

until the enemy has been buried.

And I'm not underground yet.

I want you guys
to know something.

If I hadn't been
wearing this uniform,

when I took you in, I'd
have killed all four of you,

without asking any questions.

Just give me one
excuse and you'll get

a bullet through your brains,
before you can use them.

I can be just as
cold-blooded as you are.

But there's no
point. You're rats.

You're in a trap
that's about to be

plunged into boiling water.

And that'll be the end of you.

And the world will finally be
rid of the plague you brought.

So, Crazy Boy, you'll never
murder another innocent kid.

Your time is running out.

Go ahead.

It's been arranged.

Today, as planned.
Nothing to worry about.

Time's up!

Everybody inside.

No, you stay here.

Hello, fancy talker.

What are you here for?

I have to tell you I'm sorry.

But I've come here to
finish your career.

What the hell
is that up ahead?

A roadblock,
by the look of it.

Wonder what the
hell that's all about.

Check it out, Carl. Make
radio contact with them.

All right.

Hello, transit
wagon, what do you want?

What's going on?

We're bringing new
prisoners up to Santa Marta.

There's been a jailbreak
from the penitentiary,

up there this morning.

We've had no communication
from headquarters,

to that effect this morning.

That just may be.

But I can't take
your word for it.

I'm afraid I'll have
to check you out.

They have to decide.

Ask their district of origin.

What's your
district of origin?

We're down from Bosu Verde.

Ask him who's their
officer in charge.

Who's your
commanding officer?

What's all this third
degree for, friend?

Everybody knows our commanding
officer's Dan Cradick.

They seem to be in order.

Pass me the mic.

Is Sergeant O'Brien with you?

I'd like a word with him.

No, he didn't come with us.

He's on patrol in town today.

In that case, say hello
from Sergeant Harrison.

- Sure thing.
- Disconnect.

Well, can we proceed now?

Put your foot
on the accelerator.

Sergeant O'Brien is
not on patrol anywhere.

He was murdered by
terrorists, two years ago.

Get down! Get down!

Jesus Christ. Shake
them at all costs!

Carl's dead. He's
been shot and so have I.

I'm bleeding. I can't
go on, Harrison.

Listen here, you scum.

Two good policemen are
dead because of you.

Which gives me a splendid
excuse to blow you to hell.

Only I won't unless I have to,

because I don't
want to get dirty.

Get this into your
skull, Crazy Boy.

You'll have no peace
until you smell the stink

of your own flesh roasting
in the electric chair.

Brett O'Hara, 34, Irish origin.

Multiple rapist and murderer,

condemned to die in
the electric chair.

And we have here,
Victor Brain, 35,

known as Geronimo
because he's part Navajo.

Murdered a guard during
an escape attempt,

from Fort Perry, where he
committed his last murder.

He strangled his cell-mate
during the night,

because he was a bit noisy.

Snored so loud
I couldn't sleep.

He also got
the death penalty.

Helmut von Bauer,
26, German origin.

Aryan.

Rapist and killer.

Cut the throats of
his accomplishes,

while dividing the
spoils of a heist.

His nickname is Blade.

And last, but by no means
least in our collection,

Howard Henderson, know as
Crazy Boy, in the headlines,

where he is frequently figured.

An unpredictable,
dangerous criminal,

with a list of crimes to
his credit that include

rape, robbery, and murder.

I try to do my best.

A living example
of refuse to burn.

His specialty is a
dedication to cop-killing.

To pay for all he's done, he
would have to be condemned,

to death more than once.

Pity we can't hang, shoot,
and give him the hot-seat.

Let's not exaggerate.

Well, I've
delivered the goods,

and may have to stay here until

their sentences are confirmed,

which should be in the next
couple of days, with any luck.

After which, they'll
be transferred,

to the main security prison.

We'll take care
of them. Don't worry.

That I can assure you.

They'll be temporarily
put in the wing,

where we keep the most dangerous
and desperate prisoners.

Sounds like fun, guys.

Hey, where have
you hidden the women?

Here's one, right
here. Didn't you notice?

You call that a woman?

She wouldn't turn King Kong on.

That'll do! Get going!

Kong would love you.

Shut up!

Now, get going. Get going!

Woo!

Now get going.

Why me? What's he got
against me I wanna know.

Looks like you're just
not his type I guess.

End of the line.

Inside.

In that case, time you
took off our cuffs, I guess.

- Oh, go on, General.
- My wrists are sore.

She'll take them off.

But don't try anything.

That's better.

Now it's my turn, darling.

That's better.

Now I can play with myself
and think about you.

Okay, get in the cell.

Don't push!

And you!

Oh, great. We got company.

It's full of roaches.

What are you complaining
about? This is luxury.

The only thing missing
is the air conditioning.

Drop that gun,
you stupid bastard.

Or we'll ring the necks
of these two whores,

like a couple of chickens.

What's the matter, shit face?

Didn't you hear
what Crazy Boy said?

Put down that gun.

Put it down!

I'm in no mood to play around.

Do what I say!

I'm beginning to get angry,

so don't push too hard,

or you'll be sorry!

Show him we mean
business, Blade!

Do like I say!

Or this bitch will be
in even worse condition.

You wanna be responsible for
the deaths of these two sluts?

Take the gun.

Good for you. You gave
him what he was asking for.

Hey look, the
bastard's still breathing.

Let me rip his throat open.

No, he'd be more
useful as a hostage.

We need the woman as well.

Keep pointing your
gun at the warden!

Stop where you are, or
I'll shoot the damn warden.

I'm ready to blow anyone
that tries to move,

to bits in this
motherfucking prison.

You better listen to me.

For those of you who
don't know me personally,

I'll introduce myself. I'm
called Crazy Boy Henderson,

because killing is
my favorite hobby.

And these here friends of
mine are even worse than I am.

We got nothing to lose,

because we've already
been condemned to death.

So get this.

First, I want a
radio transmitter.

Second, I'm not gonna allow any
cops in here hanging around.

Third, get me someone
important to negotiate with.

If not, it means
kaput! You got that?

Who are you?

Did you fire that shot?

And who is this?

You ask too many
questions, sweetheart.

How long's it been since
you made love to a man, huh?

I bet you haven't done
anything in a couple of years.

You getting to miss it?

A girl like you needs a
man to make love to her.

I know your type.

Mind your manners.

And that's no way
to treat a lady.

You look after
this wounded cop now.

He needs you. Then I'll be back.

See you later.

Boom!

Ooh.

Four desperate criminals,

recently captured
and brought to trial,

are presently awaiting sentence,

in detention at Santa Marta jail,

have made a bid for
freedom, this afternoon,

taking hostage the warden
of the women's wing,

and another female guard,

as well as Sergeant Harrison
of the special branch.

The bunch of desperate
criminals include

Crazy Boy Henderson,
and Helmut von Bauer,

known as Blade Bauer,

for his trick of using razor
blades, to kill his victims.

This is Vincent
Robinson here.

I'm outside the building
as you requested.

This is Vincent Robinson.

You wanted someone important.

I'm listening.
Come in, Henderson.

You listen to me, you
lousy son of a bitch.

I'll give you
exactly three hours,

to get a car out there, to take
us to the San Jose airport,

where you'll have a
plane and a pilot,

prepared to fly us
wherever we want to go.

And I'd better find a
suitcase in that car.

And that suitcase better contain

five million dollars
in small notes.

And it better be clean. Over.

Three hours isn't much for
such a complicated request.

You better do what I
say, because if you don't,

the warden dies in
exactly three hours.

Then it's the cop's turn.

Then the females serving
sentences, one after the other.

You got that Robinson?

If you take longer
than three hours,

this jail is gonna look
more like a cemetery.

Oh, and let me give you
another little warning.

Up here...

I can see everything
that's going on.

So don't try pulling
any fast ones.

If I smell cops,
the hostages die.

Over and out.

Your position is desperate.

You'll never make it,
even if you kill us.

- Patrick?
- Yeah?

Here's a present, the warden.

That's mighty generous
of you.

Let's go...

You check that no
cops are prowling around.

I'll stay here.

Start by taking
off your boots.

Are you deaf?

- Woohoo!
- Ride 'em cowboy!

Oh, look. Men! Look!

Are you gonna open the cell?

Come on, I'm dying for
it. I'm dying for it.

Hey, let's go! Come on,
can't you get it up?

- Come on!
- Yeah! Yeah!

Hey!

Open up the gate.

Come on, come get us!

We'll do you all at once.

Come on, let's go.

Aw, come on.

Come on.

- Yay!
- Hey! Yahoo!

Faster! Now the rest!

That's enough! Stop it!

Who's there?

Where do they keep morphine?

How should I know?

That's no good.

Where is it?

Where the hell?

Ugh, chloroform.

Filthy.

Hey, we're over
here. Come here.

We'll give you all you want.

No, don't you worry.

I would never hurt you.

I want you to do it all alone.

Be quick at least.

But I enjoy touching you.

I'd forgotten the
smell of a woman.

Your lips look soft.

What happened to your thigh?

Just an accident.

Your skin's so exciting.

It's so long since I made it.

A woman with such
fair, delicate skin,

and full, round
breasts like yours.

Soft shoulders, and
the smell of your hair.

Everything about
you turns me on.

YOW!

I have to do this to you, girl.

I'm a jealous man, you see?

And I don't want you to

go fooling around with
anybody else but me.

Good piece of ass, the
warden. Hot and horny.

You ought to try her too.

No thanks. My
taste lies elsewhere.

You stand guard now, and
call me if you need me, okay?

Sure.

Keep your eyes open.

Back in the land of the
living, are we General?

You might have put
me out of my misery.

Now
you're being stupid.

All right, she
stopped your bleeding.

Marvelous, you're
a very good nurse.

Yes, my dear.

Get your hands off
her, you son of a bitch!

Oh, look. He's
started bleeding again.

So you're not as
marvelous a nurse as I believed.

Are you? Are you!

Stop it! Stop it!

You'll kill him! He'll die!

Of course I'll kill him.

What else do you expect me to do

with a bastard like that?

Now tell me you'd be sorry.

You should hate cops
as much as I do.

But you can't treat
anyone like that.

It's inhuman.

Inhuman?

I don't think I believe
my ears. It's ridiculous.

I never thought I'd hear a
prisoner beg for a cop's life.

A filthy, sadistic
swine like that?

You stinking little bitch!

It's time someone taught
you which kind of man

you're supposed to be good to.

Stop, please!

No!

Beast!

Hi, pretty boy.

Feel like making it with me?

I'm all ready for you.

This is Bobby.

Bobby?

Ask him to dance.

Go on. Dance! Dance!

You better dance too.

Go on, dance.

I don't feel
like it. I'm sick.

You better do as I say!

Dance! Dance!

Go on!

Yes, nice, fine.

Why did you have to puncture him.

Why? That's cruel!

But I only had Bobby.

You stupid ass!

This seems to be the
only entrance we can use.

You two keep us covered
and then follow us in, huh?

I reiterate, Mr. Robinson,

that I decline any responsibility
for your crazy plan,

which I consider a high
risk for the hostages.

I'm sure you do.

Now I would like every phase
of the operation videotaped.

- Will you see to it?
- Yes, I will.

It's all ready.
I'll see to it, sir.

Good. Go ahead.

If this action
fails, remember,

I shall hold you responsible,
Mr. District Attorney.

Yeah, I'm aware of that.

Go on, throw, god damn it.

Three! Look at that! I won!

Christ, you bet too high.

You just watch out. I'm
going higher!

Hey it's my turn. I wanna go.

Quite a game you
got going on there.

Let's have it. I'm gonna
fleece the lot of you.

Blade, where you been, huh?

None of your business, punks.

There you go.

Hey, go on, what
are you waiting for?

Shit, I made some
interesting contacts.

You did?

Time we counted
up who owes who what.

Concentrate, everyone.

God damn it!

- What is it?
- What's wrong?

My razor blade's disappeared.

Okay, let's see.

How much we got here?

Don't worry, you're
not gonna need it.

The money they're gonna give us,

will buy you your
own barber shop, man.

Don't move.

You've lost too
much blood already.

I don't know why you're
doing all this for me.

I would have
done the same thing

for anyone who was
in your condition.

Lie down again now.

Bunch of wild beasts
is what they are.

We'll all be dead soon.

Mr. Robinson,
they're on the line.

Yeah?

Mr. District Attorney?

This is Robinson here.

Mr. District Attorney...

I'm listening.

It's about time we
heard what's happening,

with the money we asked you for.

Getting a little
nervous in here.

That's being
arranged, as requested.

Okay, but don't
try any silly tricks,

because we're likely
to get irritable.

No nonsense. The
boys get nervous.

We're doing all we can.

I'm afraid you'll have
to wait a little longer.

Patience, you'll
have it all soon.

Look what's here.

Mmm.

Someone awoke Snow White, eh?

Snow White?

That's your idea of a joke?

It's Dracula's daughter.

Which is the head
man, give the orders?

I give orders.

I want to
propose an exchange.

And I don't think you've got
too much time to decide it.

Come on. Let's go.

Fire!

You stay where you are.

Mr. District Attorney!

Hey, Mr. Attorney!

Mr. Robinson, I
think he wants you.

- Wanna have a little chat?
- Come here at once.

I think you should.

Leave that alone!

I want you to see what happened
to your men, Mr. Robinson.

Take a good look.

Thought you could
surprise us, huh?

Well, just see what
happens to double crossers.

I warned you. Now my
friends are really mad.

They wanna get even,

and slaughter everyone in sight.

I don't think I'll be able to
keep them in check for long.

Maybe half an hour, at most.

Don't forget.

Just half an hour and
then this is what you get.

What now, huh?

What are you doing that for?

Here. You're about
to play roulette.

You and your rival can leave
fate to decide who wins.

Go ahead, Snow
White. Try your luck.

Now it's your turn, baby.

Laura is who I am.

Laura of the snake mask,

as sensual and cruel
as a praying mantis.

I was admired, adored, envied.

Men would pay just to get
a whiff of my perfume.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

Woo!

No one had the
nerve to call me his.

No one dares to betray
the praying mantis.

She chooses her own mate.

And when she's done
with him, he's finished.

Your turn again.

Go on!

Poor little me.
I'm so vulnerable.

So easy to destroy.

Poor fools. How silly they look.

Smiling at the woman
they've betrayed,

as they sit astride her body.

That's not playing
fair, General.

Stop there.

Drop that gun or I'll shoot
you dead as a door nail.

Better not try.

You've only got one
bullet in that gun.

One against five is
good odds. You're on.

Better hope you lost
the bet, little girl.

Help!

Help!

Pull the trigger.

What's the matter? You scared?

You're not scared.

Go on. Don't be
scared. Go ahead.

You slut!

Robinson here.
Come in, Henderson.

I can hear you.

Everything's ready.

The car's waiting
outside in the yard,

with the driver and
money you asked for.

You pleased?

Madly.

You ready?

Absolutely.

Okay, get in position.

You, over there,

keep your guns trained
on them the whole time.

You, come this way! Hurry!

The money is all
here, in small notes.

10 dollar bills, U.S.

Yeah, thank you.

Okay, hurry it up!

Move your ass!

Go on!

Geronimo, you go ahead.

I'm ready for anything.

- Good.
- Okay.

Keep your eyes on the warden.

Shoot her if she
gets any funny ideas.

You haven't a hope in hell
of getting away with this.

I know Robinson, the
Attorney General.

He's worse than you are.

Well, glad to hear it.

I'll know what to expect.

Go on! What are you waiting for?

If anybody tries to shoot
us, the hostages die!

Keep moving!

My god, Emanuelle,
alive after all.

The prisoner,
Emanuelle Larson,

has been sentenced
by this court,

for the selling of drugs,
to five years in prison.

You'll have to kill
me, Mr. District Attorney,

because when I'm free,

I'll expose you for what
you really are, a bastard.

Open fire!

What are you waiting for?

Go on, shoot them all!

You better not shoot,

or they're blasted to hell!

Don't fire, men! Stop!

Don't anyone shoot!
Hold your fire!

You've got your car
and your money here.

We kept our word.

Well, go on. Move, then.

Out of our way!

The rest of you cops disappear!

Get in there. Go on!

Never seen such a lot
of money in all my life!

You know what? I'm a genius.

In a way, life has just started.

Come on, you. Faster!

What's wrong? You
hear what I told you?

You deaf? Put your
foot down! Let's go!

Go on. Faster!

This car will go
faster than that.

Yeah, that's better.

Now what's this? What is it?

What's going on? It's a trick!

I guess the car burned out.

I must have pushed it too hard.

You better be wrong.

Put your foot on the pedal.

Come on, do something,
for Christ's sake!

Don't fuck around!

The engine's burned out.

I don't believe you.

What are you saying?

I swear, there's
nothing I can do.

Start it up again!

You must! You must
get it started!

It's over for you.

For me?

Oh, no, it's over for you,
my friend, not for me.

I'm not finished yet.

Now, at last,
you and I are both

equally matched
against each other.

You'll have no peace,

until you smell the
stink of your own flesh,

roasting in the electric chair.

The world will finally be rid
of the plague you brought.