All language subtitles for 03-Ca

Able to exist, to sense, to feel
everything but pleasure.

In a world destroyed, a mutant universe,
survivors break down to those who can

and those who can't.

99 % are sex negatives.

Call them erotic casualties.

They want to make love, but the mere
touch of another makes them violently

The rest, the lucky 1%, are sex
positive.

Those whose libidos escaped unscathed.

After the nuclear kiss, the positives
remain to love, to perform.

And the others, well, we negatives can
only watch, can only come

to Cafe Flesh.

Good evening, mutants and mutettes, and
welcome to Cafe Flesh.

The club where post -new cuties do it
nightly for guys and gals who want to go

all the way but just don't have the
equipment.

You don't have to be ashamed. There's
nothing wrong with just watching. We got

the act and you got the jack. Hey, what
the heck, folks? This is art. This is

entertainment. This is the best crack
and whimper you're going to get in your

condition. So drink up and tip big. The
show's hot.

The liquor's not. And me, I'm your
humble guide for the night.

I just love sex negatives.

I love those little tears of hunger in
your eyes.

That's my nectar.

Could anything be sweeter than desire in
chains?

Trust me, folks, I know what you want,
and I know what it feels like when you

don't get it.

Need is my...

fix, ladies and gentlemen.

Max,

no. So go ahead and remember what it was
like to lust.

Recapture the smack of flesh on flesh.
That private ooze and lucky

spasm. The panic in the loins that tells
you yes, yes, yes,

yes, yes.

Ooh, and tonight, folks, we're going to
take it all back before your very eyes.

Cafe Flesh is going to take you back to
the old days.

And we're going to start off with a
tableau of desire in decline.

The Honorable Mr.

and Mrs.

Sane. A normal couple. Dad works. Mom
has her hands full with the kids. Sure,

it's tough, but this is love, folks.
Goes with the territory.

Max knows.

So watch.

Remember.

Concentrate. Who can say our humble
spectacle might just be able to make

Amen.

Okay.

again. It's my only vice.

I'm fortunate.

I don't think I can handle another night
of that.

You say that every night.

Indulge me, huh?

Frustration is a full -time job.

Keep wishing, kitty cat.

Anytime.

Nicky doll!

Lana!

Lana!

Where are my kids?

There they are.

He's gorgeous.

Are they negatives, or can they do it?

Negatives. All the best cake is.

Hey, cubbies. Have you heard?

I just signed Johnny Rico.

Mom's is closing the deal now. We're
stealing him straight from Cafe Yuba.

Johnny Rico?

I've always wanted to see him.

Oh, my.

Strangle a girl with love.

Big deal.

Rico fucks, will you watch?

What else is new?

Every negative thinks every positive
down the pike is Jack Lord.

Come on, Nicky. You mean you wouldn't
make love to me if you could?

What do you think?

a party doll, Silky.

Angel here is a survivor from Wyoming
for his trip to the big city.

Right, sweet?

I can't believe I'm really in cafe
flesh.

I've never even seen a sex positive.

Can they really do it?

Sure, honey. Why don't you grab a flask
and join us?

Here comes Maxie, lollipop. Hold tight.

During his Sunday best.

Max, he wants to look nice for all you
little peepers.

Hi, little peepers.

How's things out there in the carnal
charnel house?

Ah, yes.

Ooh.

Mmm.

Wondrous fragrance out there tonight.

Veritable bouquet.

Max, he didn't know better. He'd swear
there was a little new blood in the

house.

Ah, yes.

Oh,

but wait.

Wait. There's Nicky and Lana.

The Dagwood and Blondie of Cafe Flesh.

You all know Nicky, don't you?

He's so refined.

The kind of man who tells everyone he
loathes our crude displays.

Then tramples women and children to get
a seat up front.

Ignore him, okay, Nicky? All right,
little Lulu, can the charm.

The man wants to get vicious, folks.

Deep down, he's just another nice guy
who'd slit your juggler to get it up

Just kidding, folks.

It's great to see you, Nick, really. Go
play in the fallout.

Let me see now. Where...

The new stuff, that's right.

Ooh, I know there's some fresh flesh out
here somewhere.

Ooh, there she is.

Look at the innocence on her.

Now there's something to make Uncle
Foamy stand up and tap dance.

What's your name, dream puss?

Should I?

It's just for yucks, pumpkin. Go ahead.

Angel.

deceived me. Angel.

Ooh, that's terrific.

Maxie gives it four stars.

Where you from, Halo?

Well, I'm from Wyoming. Wyoming, huh?
Where a man can still be a man if he

doesn't mind sleeping in lead pajamas.

Bet you never been to a place like this
before, hey, Angel?

Kind of spooky, huh?

Well, I don't know. Oh, and bright, too.
The gal that almost put a sentence

together. Why is it all the cute ones
have great fruit IQs, huh?

Ooh, that's okay, Poochie.

You just watch out for Silky there and
you'll be all right.

It's always the short ones that want to
play grabby -grabby in the moonlight.

You just tell him you'll sick his
brother's sneezy and he'll leave you

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

You know, back where I come from in
Memphis, the only oil we had was the

the boys used to slick back their hair.

But, well, I came through Houston once
with the colonel, and, well, those legs

and long horns and, you know, stakes big
enough to sleep on. But, well, I got

nothing against Texas crude, just
speaking in person. But the kind of

like are the kind a man can feel, if you
all know what I'm talking about.

Do you want me to type a memo Do you
want me to type a

memo Do

you

want me to type a memo

Do you want me to type a memo?

Do you want me to type a memo?

Do you want to type a memo?

Do you want me to type a memo?

Do you want me to type a memo?

Was that for real? I've heard, but I
never knew people really did it. Come

dollface. That ain't the mass prize this
sugar daddy's got up his sleeve. Let me

grab you a glass.

God, I only wish...

That looked so good.

Lana, I can't take this.

I gotta act.

Hug me still, freak palsy. We're all
strung out.

Okay, Nikki, let's go.

Leaving so soon, friend?

Feeling a little queasy?

Not tonight, Mr. Joy. I'm not in the
mood.

Oh, I'm sorry.

The show was a little too good.

A bit too much.

Couldn't quite handle it. Good night,
Mr. Joy.

See you tomorrow, friend.

You ain't seen nothing, baby cakes, when
you see Rico.

You skip dessert and go straight to
heaven.

What's so special about Johnny Rico?

He's packing 10 the hard way.

Rico, caught him in Shite Town playing
the Stockyards.

One of the best.

You mean you've seen him?

Sure I've seen him. I've seen all the
greats. Saw Maris in 61.

Caught Frankie at Caesars in 60.

Dino was there.

Rat pack days.

Yeah, okay, Bosco. Give Cupcake here
another drink. Gal can work up a thirst,

can't she?

Lucky you're in a safety zone. I saw a
guy get thirsty once on the outside in a

bowling alley.

Drank straight from the fountain and
dropped dead in the gutter.

Mom's asked to go to Sector 17 next week
to check out some positives.

She asked me to manage the club. What do
you think?

Why not?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

She said I could even choreograph one of
the fantasies I want to use.

I thought that milkman number tonight
was silly.

I mean, those guys in the baby drag were
a bit too much.

Those routines are all the same to me.

Well, what do you think?

Should I take the gig?

You know you love hanging out with
positives?

Go ahead.

What's that supposed to mean?

I mean, it's more exciting than hanging
out with Jennifer Zero.

Let's not try and kid ourselves, Nick.
You know we're both hooked.

Maybe so.

The difference is you're still chasing
the rush.

All I can do is pretend. It's a bit late
to be macho.

No danger of that.

Nick, you're missing the point. It
doesn't play anymore.

So what now? So now you've changed.

Yeah, I know.

But it's not something I can control.

I'd love to be like you.

Go down to the cafe every night and
smile my little smile and drink my

drink.

I wish I could deal with what my life
has turned into.

And maybe I could handle it.

Maybe I'm not that tough.

I remember when things were different.
Memory's a thief, baby.

Cafe flesh is all we have.

Cafe flesh. That's right.

It's entertainment.

Johnny Rico's coming and it's going to
be wild.

That's what kills me. And you jump with
the sperm counts of fucking Romeo.

If I still had the power, I could make
you forget.

You can't.

Why torture ourselves?

It tortures the one thing left I can
feel.

ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to
Cafe Flash.

I hope you're ready to be thrilled
tonight because thrill you is what we do

best. Personally, I'm thrilled to death
to be here.

It happens, folks.

Maxie got tickled by a sweet chips who
couldn't hold her crying.

Pleasure is a widow maker, brothers.

Just look at Maxie.

I come into the cafe, I've traveled
very, very far.

And it was not an easy journey.

Oh, too bad, friend.

Next time, take a greyhound the other
way.

Wait.

I've brought something.

The lady in charge.

I've heard she likes birds.

Moms, you've heard right.

Friend.

It's alive.

It speaks.

Welcome.

Can't keep away, eh, friend?

Kind of a habit, isn't it?

Always free for you, Nicky.

You know your mom's favorite boy.

Say, Nicky, you want to be sweet and
take this back to mom's for me?

Look, Lana.

One's alive.

Oh, it's adorable.

I'll see you back.

Hey, Nicky, how's my boy?

Fine, Silky, thanks.

How's the angel?

I'm having a swell time.

Mom and Silky are showing me everything.

I'll bet.

Good evening, Nicholas.

Have you been hiding yourself lately, or
has the thrill of my company begun to

pall? Never, Mom.

Just my neurosis acting up.

Anyway, here's something Ace told me to
give you.

Looks wild.

Oh, what a lovely bird.

I wonder if it performs.

What should we call her? Call her
Neutron, just in case she finds.

You're as bad as Max, which reminds me,
what is this I hear about our divine MC

tormenting you from the stage?

Is there any truth in that? I want to
know. I have that gluttonous sausage.

Believe me, moms, that's the least of my
problems. Oh, Nick, you're too sweet to

complain.

But I'll take care of him.

Meanwhile, help me find a place for my
new that's a love.

You just seem to get better and better
up there. I love watching you.

The feeling's mutual.

What do you mean?

You're the performer.

I watch you when I'm up there.

I fan a song.

You turn me on.

How'd you like to perform with me
sometime?

Offstage, we could make love and be
tender.

You know that's ridiculous.

I'm a negative.

Oh, yeah?

You don't seem to mind a little caress.

Listen, Chloe, there's nothing I miss
more than the feeling of Nick inside me,

holding me and touching me. But I can't.

We'll see.

Civilization's foaming at the mouth
again.

Keep it in the cage, Bertha. He who
makes a beast of himself gets rid of the

pain of being a man.

You don't mind if I get profound,
friend?

There's a message here somewhere.

I mean, what's happened to our little
world?

Desire is in chains.

Eyes open, lovelies. Two pretty girls at
play.

The superpowers in that sweet, mad waltz
of mutual deceit.

An island heaven.

But they can't see, people. But the
skull in the cage.

The skull in the cage knows that the
real bars are always behind the eyes.

Still the sirens whine. Still the pretty
lovers wrangle.

Max loves them, folks.

For it is their very ignorance that
makes them saintly.

Your need flows.

But they feel nothing.

They feel each other.

Observe.

Max knows the torment of the terminal
outsider.

Max has had his own nose pressed against
the glass.

But is he bitter? No.

That's your lot, ladies and gentlemen.
Your last sad claim to hope and novelty.

But enough!

Let the metaphors roll off your...

Tainted cerebellum.

Need is all you need to know.

Satisfaction guaranteed, my lovelies.

Lie back and part those honeyed thighs.

Bone until what you want to feel is
almost in you.

Obliteration is not just the ticket.

It is the destination.

Show's over. Hold the applause, folks.
This ain't Vegas.

Okay, folks, don't panic.

Stay in your chairs.

Now, you're all here to have a nice
evening.

I know that.

This is just a little interruption.

That's right.

This is a raid.

Hey, Bosco.

So you're the bartender, right?

And you make strengths, right?

And you do good work, and you like your
job, and you'd like to keep it, right?

Sure you would.

So you wouldn't mind my asking a couple
of questions.

Like, uh, you got a mom's here?

Where is she?

What's happening?

It's just the enforcers flushing out sex
positives who aren't performing.

I better go tell mom.

Ain't right, Wyoming gal?

Hometown get a little too small for you?

You know, you look better in the flesh
than you did in your eight -by -tens.

And it looks like we got ourselves a
positive.

Take her away. Wait a minute. I know
her. She's one of us.

Take your hands off that girl!

Sorry, moms.

The thing I like about myself is I'm
never wrong.

You're looking at a positive.

Angel, honey, is it true? Of course it's
true. Right, Angel? This isn't Wyoming.

This is the real world, Runaway. And you
are a positive.

Relax, sweet me. I got connections.

Angel, defend yourself.

Don't hold back. Look at her squirm.
Think she's a kitten with a whip.

You know, I've hauled in a thousand like
her.

Pack your bags, farm girl, because
you're going for a ride.

Silky!

on, kid.

Angel, why were you hiding?

Because.

Because I'm a virgin.

So long, sister.

See you on the other side.

Come on, Silky. We gotta help that girl.

I still can't get over Angel.

The way they just came and grabbed her.

What do you mean?

If she's a positive, it's her duty to
perform.

I mean, nobody wanted to be in this
world, but now that we're here, we've

play by the rules. Otherwise, it's
chaos.

I suppose.

But she looks so scared. Scared?

Lana, you surprise me.

I mean, do you think we have a choice in
these matters?

Five years ago, I was... Mildred Smith,
a beautician in the suburbs.

Now I'm Mom, the June Taylor of the
nuclear set.

I mean, that's just the way things are.

The system breaks down if we don't all
do our duty.

You're right. But still, Angel's such a
sweet girl.

Maybe she is.

But tell me, doesn't it turn you on?

Thinking how that sweet girl would look,
making love before your

very eyes.

I admit it.

Yeah.

The line's closed, Mom. Shall I lock her
up?

Okay, Bosco.

It's been a long night.

Oh, Mom, do you mind if I stay behind a
while in your office?

I'd like to wait for Nick and Silky to
come back.

Sure, baby.

Just close up tight when you go.

Poultry. Good source of protein.

But you gotta clean it first.

You need a license to do that.

Come on, Bosco.

Oh, you missed it, Frigsy. Remember that
cute twist angel?

Last night they came and got her.

Enforcers hauled her off for holding out
on the honey. Sex positive, huh? I

thought she looked a little juiced.
Virgin stuff from what I hear.

Delish. Two scoops and an extra cherry.

Say, kids, whatever happened last night
with the enforcers, did they get the

angel? Don't ask.

I'm burning up. I'm frying.

Careful of that flesh. You gotta spray
it, me.

I just saw Johnny Rico.

The cat's flaming all the way. He's on
his way.

You saw Johnny?

What's he like?

Is he big? Is he big? Are you kidding
me, bitch? You got to ask. I got a honey

hole in that thing around.

I've been hot -balling down the course.
That's all everyone's talking about.

People are dying out there. I shot me
with my limbo stick. I want to see if

jackrabbit can hop. When's he coming?

I'm not his agent, bitch. Goddamn. I'm a
rocket idiot. Drive me, daddy. My

eyeballs are scorched. I got a heat
rash. Where's the stage?

Point me to the bar.

Kill it, bub.

I could buy and sell Rico.

Stop me if I'm wrong. There's magic in
the air tonight.

Strange attractions.

Why long?

Feeling jittery?

Exposed? Don't panic.

Max knows.

There's no need to be demure.

Be positive.

Enjoy yourself.

What are you driving at, Max?

Hey, man.

Yeah, I don't know what you're talking
about.

Why don't you just make yourself clear,
baby?

You know, I'm just up here doing my gig,
man.

You know?

Hey, come on.

I'm telling you, Max, you're going to go
places, kid.

And you know why?

Because I like you, that's why.

It's a cinch.

Da,

visit the Kremlin.

What do you mean you push wrong button?

No, we don't accept apology.

We retaliate.

Oh.

Wow.

Not exactly an amateur, huh?

She looked like she loved it.

When you're a positive, nobody has to
teach you. You just know.

What was Max getting at anyway?

I mean, what's with this be positive
thing?

He's just jealous of what we've got.

Did you guys see me? Was I good?

I don't know why I've been holding back
for so long. I mean, sex is great. That

feeling. I can't wait to do it with a
woman, with another man. I want to do it

all the time.

Gee, guys, I'm sorry.

I know you can't do it, but really,
making love is terrific.

Believe me, Angel, we remember.

Yeah, that's right.

It's okay.

Oh, Lana, I really want to know if I'm a
regular. I want to go back and talk to

moms, but I'm afraid. Would you come
with me, please? Would you come? Of

Bosco, I need some relief.

Relief? Sure.

I've been on relief.

Got out of the Seabees in 57.

Spent five years as a ping jockey. Could
have made a man out of me.

Want to chase her with that?

Yeah, you got a razor blade?

Nah, I never shaved.

Collected animals, though.

Had a hamster once. I named her Ruth.

The bugger bit me on the thumb and it
swallowed like a peach.

I had to dump her. Made the thing a
little sweater and put ball bearings in

pockets. Where I come from, they call it
a Chicago overcoat.

What's the matter, handsome?

Got some problems you can't handle?

I bet he wonders where his mommy is.

You don't have to worry.

He's in good hands.

I know Max you've been getting on my
nerve.

Sick him, baby doll.

Before the nukes, I was a two -bit yuck
-huster bombing the Borscht Belt.

For ten years, fucking squares like you
kept me on the bottom.

But now I'm on top, buddy boy.

And don't you ever forget it.

Now it's my turn to stare into your face
and laugh.

Maximilian.

Maximilian, I believe I've talked to you
about this before.

You're in serious trouble now.

You know what's next.

Hey, come on, moms. Don't make me play
weddings, huh? No more jokes,

We want the poem.

Recite the poem.

Come on, what are you getting so excited
about? I'm just having a little fun.

Don't make me ask you again.

Listen to me. All my friends are here.
I'm not reciting nothing.

You want to go in your office? We'll
talk about this. You want to keep an

I'll walk, okay?

Heel.

Uh -uh. I'm not going to do it.

Forget about it, okay? We'll go into
your office and we can talk about this,

know. Heel!

Man to man.

I'm not going to do it. Forget it.

Not pretty.

Heel!

I'm little Maxie.

The star of the show.

But under my boxers, nothing will grow.

There's posies and neggies.

But I'm in between.

Because I lost my weapon.

Looks like the young Mitchum. He really
does exist.

Finally, I've got him in my club.

First Brock, then Tab, then Fave, and
now... I

ask you people, does Silky deliver or
does Silky deliver?

Me.

Hey, Lana.

Lana!

Uh -oh.

Press the panic button. Trouble in
paradise.

You know, I'm starting to bore myself.

All I can think about is this Rico
thing.

I mean, I know Lana's trying not to show
it, but she's gone nuts over the gas.

For Christ's sake, Nick.

Man, you used to be lightning around
this scene.

Why are you strictly the plague?

Hey, buck up, big boy.

Ain't a smoothie around that ain't
checked in the Hot Break Hotel sometime.

Come on, Spike. You know Lana's acting
funny.

All she can think about is this Rico
character.

I feel like a third thumb.

Hey, look.

This ain't something I like to bring up.

How do you think I feel, man?

I mean, Christ, I'm sitting here doing a
double flip over Little Angel.

With this mug.

Ain't no use sending roses.

Believe me, I tried.

Don't start that with me, man. For my
money, you can drop all that jive when

come over to my place. I don't care if
those twists out of the cafe can't deal

with it. All right.

We're not here to talk about my
problems, huh?

The thing is, it's getting worse.

I got this fat chump, Max, on my case.

And now Moms is defending me like I
can't protect myself.

If that's not enough, Rico rolls in and
Lana starts acting like some gidget that

needs a cold shower to calm down.

Let's step back a little, huh?

Where is Lana now? You want to know
where she is? I'll tell you. She's down

the cafe clearing up for the Rico show
tonight.

You'd think it was a junior prom.

Ben, you need to calm down.

Huh? Just calm down.

Hey, Nick. Hi, Spike. What are you guys
up to?

Not much.

How are you, doll?

Oh, I'm tired.

I've been at the cafe all day.

Everybody's so jacked up about Johnny
Rico.

He dropped by this morning to take a
look around.

He actually smiled at me. I could have
died.

Why didn't you?

Come on, Nick. He's so famous.

You gonna be at the show tonight, Nick?

Sure, Spike.

Wouldn't miss it for the world.

Well, Kind of exciting, huh?

Hey, not too pathetic that the biggest
night of your life is watching some

strange palooka get his hogwash by some
bimbo you don't even know.

Just kidding, folks.

This Rico is really quite a specimen.

I don't want to say he's hung, but he's
the only guy I know whose skivvies need

valet parking.

This joint's more crowded than a ball
game.

All right, neggies, all right. I know
you don't want to look at my gorgeous

but I got a message for you.

When you see Rico, please. Mom's told me
to tell you she don't want no

screaming. The plaster's weak.

So this is the end of the line, huh,
folks?

The bitter, terrific end.

Am I right, Lana?

Who can tell what a real man can bring
out in a crowd?

A real woman, perhaps?

We'll just have to wait and see.

You know you want it.

I know your little secret.

Look at him, Lana.

All that manhood could be yours.

Meaning so soon?