Original subtitles

[overture]

[music]

- Where are my gifts?

- There on the table.

I got one just for you, mistress, and wallets full

Of money

and jewels from a rich lady.

- The mice haven't been watered today.

The poor darlings could go

thirsty.

I must be so very careful with my little men, they must be happy

until, until the very end.

Carl, do you see that?

They're writing about me again.

They're talking about me again.

They're scared of me again.

Carl, get me this city's other newspaper quickly.

- My mistress, it's daylight.

There might even be police down there.

This evening I will get it for you.

This evening mistress.

- You filthy cretin, how dare you say no to me?

- No, no mistress.

- I stand above you consenting to touch you

and you say no.

- Please mistress.

- Please?

Please?

Aren't you a thief?

- Yes, mistress. - Shouldn't thieves be punished?

- Yes, mistress.

- Please?

Please, what?

- Please punish me mistress.

- Now.

NOW!

Now! - Please.

Please mistress.

- I'll beat you.

I'll beat you!

I'll beat you!

I'll beat you!

I'll beat you.

I'll beat you.

I'll beat you.

I'll beat you.

No.

No.

No.

No.

[chirping]

-[singing] Oh, I'm just a wicked wahine

with my wienie

Wahine

[music]

[chirping]

- Mr. Wadd, I presume.

- That's right, honey.

Johnny Wadd's the name, ballin' chicks the game.

Welcome to my office.

- Hi. I'm Jean Osborne.

Oh, it's such a beautiful day, I went for a swim.

Can I use your house to change?

- Sure.

While you're here you can tell me why you interrupted

the most important part of my clay.

- Anyway, Mr. Wadd.

- Uh, Johnny, honey, not Mr. Wadd.

[laughing] - Yes, I'm sorry.

Johnny. That's a cute name.

Anyway I'm here because of my brother.

- Your brother?

- Johnny will you hand me my bag?

- Uh, yeah.

Just a minute.

- You see, my brother was found by the police last week, dead.

They think he was a victim of the sex ritual murders

they've been having all over the city.

Thanks.

If he was murdered then damn it, I want to find the person that did it.

Alive or dead, so to speak.

The police say they have no leads but, well,

I think I have an idea.

' oh, yeah?

Hi.

Uh, how about a drink? - Yeah.

Gin and tonic if you have it.

- Tell me, what makes you think you know more than the police do?

- I know my brother.

You see, Mr. Wadd, [chuckles]

I mean, Johnny.

My brother was-- well, how shall I say it?

Very unusual.

He was

a sex freak.

There's nothing he wouldn't do.

Peeping Torn, voyeur,

exhibitionist,

homosexual,

bisexual, hetero--

Anything that had anything to do with sex

was all the same to him.

No matter how strange, he wanted to do it.

Nothing was too kinky or bizarre.

He pored over the sex ads and called every one.

- Hello.

Black widow's nest?

I'd like to come over for a session.

How much do you want?

Nothing if I'm not satisfied?

That's unbelievable.

Yeah, fantastic.

I'll be over in a half hour.

Oh.

All right, I'll make it over in two hours.

What? Ask for who?

Witchadder?

Spell it buddy.

W-I-T-C-H-A-D-D-E-R?

Yeah, yeah.

What? My name?

Torn.

Tom Osborne.

Yeah.

Okay bye '

[music]

- (Joan) He would wander the streets hours on end looking for anything,

anything at all that could satisfy his need.

One time, the cops found him gagged and tied in an alley

raped by a bunch of butch bikers.

Sometimes I think Tom was born in an alley.

[knocking]

- Do you want something?

- Hi, uh,

I'm Tom Osborne.

I called Witchadder.

- Come this way then.

You sit there.

Do you have your $50?

- Wait a minute, I was told there was no money.

- That's right. If you're not satisfied you get your money back.

Are you a cop?

- What?

- Lookit, do you want the session or not?

- I wouldn't be here if I didn't.

- Oh, then answer the questions.

Are you a coP?

- No.

- Do you come to places like this a lot?

- As a matter of fact,

quite a bit.

Come on now,

are you through with the inquisition?

Lookit, here's $50.

Can I see Witchadder now?

- Hold on, I'm almost done.

Are you married?

Do you have children?

Do you own your own business?

- Number one, I am married.

Number two, I have no children.

Number three, I don't own my own business.

Now?

- Take off your shirt.

- What is this?

Candid Camera? - Just take off your shirt.

- This is the nuttiest thing I've ever done.

There, satisfied?

- Follow me.

- (Joan) Neither my brother's wife nor I knew what he was doing.

We were always in constant fear.

Constant fear that he would hurt himself someday.

- In there. Witchadder is waiting.

- Ancl then, it finally happened.

[music]

- Are you Witchadder?

- Yes.

- This is one hell of a place.

- Yes, isn't it?

Come here, Tom.

Come here!

Didn't you hear me?

- Uh, yeah.

Hey, I never had anything like this ever happen to me.

And you never will again.

Now, shut up.

Your clothes, Tom.

Take off your clothes.

- Are you going to take yours off, too?

- No, I remain as I am.

Now, come here.

- What did you do that for?

- Tom Osborne,

do you want me?

- Oh, yes.

- If you do want me, it will have to be my way.

- What-a, what about my way?

I'm paying for it.

- Would you like some tea, Tom?

- No, I don't, I don't want any.

I don't drink tea. Thank you.

- Drink it.

- Put it that way, sure.

Oh, God.

It's terrible.

What was that?

- The divine organ of pleasure.

It will make you stronger, Tom.

Much stronger.

-Oh.

That's fantastic.

- Sit here, Tom.

- Oh, it's fantastic.

I think I'm going to cum.

- No, no not yet.

Do you want to kiss me, Tom?

- Oh, yes, God, yes, I want to kiss you.

Every part of you.

- Then kiss me there.

- Oh, God, yes, I want to kiss you.

[kissing] [moaning]

- No, not there.

No, no.

You'll just have to be restrained.

Put these on.

Put these on, Tom. - Why?

What?

I don't want o put those on.

[panting]

' No, No No No [moaning]

- Oh, God. Yes, it's fantastic.

Oh.

Don't stop.

Don't stop.

Oh.

Ah!

You're hurting me.

- No, I don't want to hurt you.

I'm just gonna kill you.

- What are you talking about?

You're mad.

You're mad.

- Oh, I must have you.

I must.

I must.

- Oh, God, yes.

- No.

No, I must fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

[moaning]

- I'm going to fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

[moaning]

- I'm going to fuck you.

Fuck you. Fuck you.

[moaning]

- I gotcha,

I gotcha,

I gotcha.

[indistinct]

Why don't you die,

you asswipe.

Die!

Why don't you die from the poison?

Oh! Carl!

He won't die from the poison.

Kill him. Kill him.

- But Madam, how?

- With your bare hands.

Kill him. Kill him!

[groaning]

Kill him.

Oh kill him.

Kill him.

Kill him. [panting]

[panting]

- Kill him, kill him, kill him.

[panting]

- Jean, this whole thing is a little too bizarre for me.

I mean, uh, catching unfaithful wives and

doing undercover work for attorneys, that's more my line of work.

- Oh come on, Johnny.

The police told me you're the only one they'd trust

in a case like this.

Look, I've got money.

I'll give you anything you want if you'll help me.

I'll give you anything, Johnny.

Anything-

- Well, uh, what are you into?

- What do you mean?

- Well I figure-- you told me your brother was a freak.

And you're from the same mold, so you got to be a little crazy too, right?

- That's something I can't figure out.

I'm really very straight.

I like my men one

at a time.

- Okay, where were we?

Hey, so like I said,

Johnny Wadd,

private dick at your disposal.

Why don't we have a drink

and go out and get some dinner?

- No.

No, Johnny.

How about you?

- Okay, sounds great with me.

[kissing]

- Hey, let's go find a bed. - Yes.

[moaning]

-Oh.

[moaning]

- Johnny.

Oh.

Oh.

[moaning]

- Oh, yeah.

[music]

- Oh, God.

[moaning]

Yes.

Oh, God.

Yes. Yes.

[moaning]

Oh, yes.

Oh, God.

Yes.

[moaning] - Oh, yeah.

[moaning] - Oh, yeah. Oh, God.

[moaning]

Oh, Johnny.

[moaning]

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Yes, baby.

[panting]

- Oh, God. Baby.

Yeah.

Oh, God, baby.

[moaning]

Oh, baby.

Sweet thing you.

[panting]

[moaning]

Oh.

Oh, baby.

Oh, baby.

Baby.

[music]

- When are you going to come up and see me again?

- When I get a chance.

That's a promise, okay?

- I'm looking forward to it.

- That's all I do, okay?

This is for you.

Got a bottle of scotch. - Thanks, sweetheart.

- Behave yourself.

- I will.

[music]

- There's something new in sex.

The Black Widow's nest.

Women only.

Sounds dangerous.

[knocking]

Just a minute.

- Hello, are you Johnny Wadd?

- Yes, I am. Can I help you?

- Mr. Wadd.

Uh, Johnny.

- Oh, yes. Johnny.

My name is Patricia Osborne.

Tom Osborne is my husband. - Oh, yes.

- My sister has told me all about you, and I just want you to know that I think

this thing is pure garbage.

Aren't you going to offer me a drink?

- Scotch, I'll bet.

- With a little water.

- Tell me, what makes you think the death of your husband is pure garbage?

- Mr. Wadd,

if my husband was murdered, it was because of his own greed.

He was obsessed with every aspect of sex.

It became a compulsion with him.

I was ready to leave the asshole anyway.

If he died or was murdered,

it was his own lifestyle that killed him, not some strange sex ritual murder.

Mr. Wadd, I want you finished, complete,

done, ended.

Do you understand me, Mr. Wadd?

- I'll tell you what, Patricia.

If you really want me off this case,

that's exactly what I'll do.

I'll get off of this case just that fast,

if that's really what you want me to do.

Your sister-in-law really loved her brother.

I think she has the right to see the creep that did this to him

Put away, don't you?

[music]

- That son of a bitch.

That goddamn fucken

Night after night, I waited for him while he was out

in the arms of some cheap prostitute.

I tried to love him,

but he was never there.

He hurt me so much.

I've needed a man for so long.

- Hey, just relax.

Listen, everything's going to be all right.

Everybody needs somebody.

I'm going to catch this creep, and I'm going to put him away.

When I do, you're going to feel much better about it.

All right? Everything3 gonna be all right.

Let me get you something to drink, okay?

- You're very sweet and everything, but I don't need another drink.

I need--

[kissing]

- Johnny Wadd, you're beautiful.

Come here.

- My God.

What have you got down there, a cannon?

- It's all yours honey.

But it's not part of your fee.

' oh, yeah?

[chuckfing]

[music]

- Oh, yes. Take me.

[moaning]

[music]

[moaning]

- Johnny do you like my breasts?

- Oh yeah, they're soft.

- You want me to take you?

- Oh, yes.

- Oh it's good.

Johnny, take me.

I wanna fuck you.

Fuck you.

[music]

Oh, yeah, oh, God.

I want to feel your cock inside me.

[moaning]

[moaning]

- Ohh. Ohh.

[moaning]

Do you like to be with me this way, baby?

Oh.

Oh, fuck me.

Yeah.

Oh.

Did you get what you wanted?

- That's it, yes.

- You get you want.

- Soft.

Oh.

[music]

- Oh, Johnny.

Johnny, I want you.

I want you to take me.

Fuck me. I need you.

[moaning]

[music]

[moaning]

. Okay-

Come here.

[kissing] -[indistinct]

That's right.

[panting] [moaning]

- That's it, yeah baby.

Oh, you're gonna make me come.

[panting] [moaning]

I'm coming, baby.

[moaning]

Oh, Johnny!

[moaning]

I'm coming. Oh I'm coming.

[moaning]

Johnny, about Tom.

- Listen.

Let me put it to you like this.

How would you like to find me poisoned, face down,

in some murky bog?

- Oh, I'd get horny. - Mm-hmm.

- All right.

I'll equal what my sister-in-law paid you to find the killer.

. Okay-

You can always look at it like this, I mean,

you just made the down payment.

You might as well take advantage of it.

[music]

- Yes? Who are you? What do you want?

- I read about your session in the paper.

I thought I'd come over and try it.

- You'll have to call first.

- It's all right, Carl.

Let him in.

Who are you? What do you want?

Come closer. I can't see you.

- Hey, easy. One question at a time.

I came for a session.

I found your address in the paper.

. HOW?

- Uh, I have friends.

Anyway, about the session.

- Mmmh, come closer.

Mmm,my but you're hung.

You must be very masculine.

- A little more than most, maybe.

Anyway, uh,

how much is a session?

I mean, you're pretty good lookin'.

How much?

- If you're not satisfied, you don't pay anything.

Now, take off your clothes.

Let me see your prick.

- Uh listen, I don't know what your bag is,

but I'm really not into dominance.

- Oh, please. Please, take off your pants.

Let me see your prick. It's... it looks so big.

- Like I said, if I ever change my mind,

you'll be the first to know.

Now, let me out of here.

- Stay here.

- Like I said, it's not my bag.

Now, open the door.

- Carl, open the door.

- Yunno, you're really both a bunch of creeps.

If I ever change my mind,

I'll come back.

- Call first.

- Come back any time, big one.

I'll be yours. Yours, yours...

- Bye.

- You're man enough for me.

I'll be yours.

I'll be yours. I'll be yours.

- I'll be damned. We got another one.

Sixth sex ritual murder

committed.

Hello, police department?

Yes, uh-huh.

Media desk, please.

Thank you.

Hello, media desk? Yes.

Uh, this is Johnny Hempson, yes.

I'm with ATT Weekly.

ATT Weekly?

That's Associated Telegraph and Times, yes.

Listen, I wonder if you could help me.

I'm calling about the sex ritual murders.

Yes, we're interested in those, yeah.

We want to do an article.

Yes, I wonder if you could help me.

I'd like Mrs. Benton's home number.

Y€sr

that's the wife of the latest victim.

Oh I real-- yeah, it's strictest of confidence.

Mm-hmm, of course.

Yes, 1-6-2?

3-4-5-1-9-1.

Okay I have that, of course.

I shall remember strictest confidence, yes.

Thank you.

Asshole.

[screaming]

[screaming, whipping]

- I think I've got you now, you fucking bitch.

[music]

- Hello, Mrs. Benton?

- Yes, can I help you?

- Uhh Mrs. Benton, I'm Johnny Wadd, a private detective.

I'm working on the sex ritual murder case, so I wonder if I can come over

and talk to you about it.

- No, no you may not. I'm seeing no one.

- Mrs. Benton, I understand how you feel with the loss of your husband.

- No, you don't understand, Mr. Wadd.

I'm not grieving for my husband.

I'm afraid for my life.

How do I know you're not one of 'em?

Leave me alone. Goodbye. - Mrs. Benton, don't hang up.

You can call the police or you can call Mrs. Osborne,

another of the murdered men's wives to verify who I am.

It's very important that I talk to you about this case.

- All right, butl won't meet you here.

I'll meet you at the park at the wharf in half an hour.

Goodbye.

- Cunt.

[music]

- Mrs. Benton? - Yes. Mr. Wadd?

- Yes. - Nice to meet you.

- Hi there.

Let's go find a place and talk.

- Oh, wait a minute.

- Oh, I understand.

Of course, you're frightened.

Why don't we go up there on the bench and talk?

Right out there, okay?

[indistinct]

I know it's been quite painful, how's...

Mrs. Benton,

I think your husband was murdered

in the same fashion that five other men in this city have been murdered.

I've done quite a bit of research,

and I've found that there's been 30 other murders

committed across the country.

In every city where these crimes have taken place,

there's a sex parlor called the Black Widow's Nest.

- So what does this mean?

When are these people going to come and get me?

- Never.

I'm almost positive about that.

I think the killer's a woman

and she kills only men.

She uses poison just like the Black Widow spider.

As a matter of fact, that's her name.

The Black Widow.

Mrs. Benton,

I don't mean to be personal and I know this is a personal question

and I have to ask it, was your husband promiscuous?

- Promiscuous?

We were swingers.

Mr. Johnny Wadd or whatever your name is,

I'm still not sure who you are

or even if you're telling me the truth.

All I know is my husband just died

and I am honestly frightened.

So would you please, please leave me alone?

- Hey, wait a minute!

[music]

[tires screech]

Mrs. Benton!

- Oh, you goddamn bastard, why did you follow me?

I'm calling the police.

- Mrs. Benton.

- Why did you follow me?

- Well, you said you were frightened, and uh,

I thought maybe you needed protection.

- You're kinda cute,

even though you're full of shit.

[indistinct]

- That's okay.

- Johnny, all these questions you're asking me,

what does it matter?

My husband is dead and I'm not dead.

I'm the living.

What do they say?

Death only hurts the living.

_ Anyway, I'm 80mg t0 enjoy myself.

- Why don't you, uh, enjoy yourself?

- Well, what have you got going on?

- Well, I have a rather pleasant smile, nice big blue eyes,

14-inch cock.

- I'm Linda Lovelace.

- And with a bitchin' tan too.

Oh, I can prove it.

- Okay Mr. Johnny Wadd.

I think that's enough funny jokes for one day.

If you could please leave now.

I think you found out what you wanted to know.

- Hey, Cindy.

I wasn't kidding.

You need me as much as I need you.

- You're pretty sure of yourself.

- Oh shit, come on.

Relax.

- Okay, Mr. Private Dick, let's see your 14-inch prick.

- Okay. It's all yours. Come here.

Cindy?

Cindy?

- I'll be right there in a second, sweetie.

. Okay-

- How's that, hmm?

- Nice. - Lovely enough for you.

- Yes, sit right here.

It feels good too.

[music]

- Let's put up some tea.

. Okay-

[kissing]

[moaning]

- Oh, I can't believe it.

Oh, it's so big.

[moaning] [panting]

[moaning]

- Oh!

[heavy breathing]

[panting]

Oh, I can't believe, oh, it's so big.

Oh.

[moaning]

Oh, don't.

Oh, I'm coming.

[heavy breathing]

Oh, it's so big.

Oh.

. Okay-

[moaning]

Oh.

[heaving breathing]

- Mm-hmm.

[moaning]

[music]

[door creaks]

- Home sweet home.

What a day.

Oh, I smell like wine.

All right.

I'm going to take a shower.

- Jesus Christ!

[pounding sound]

- You motherfucking cunt.

Jive-ass little bitch, goddamn whore.

We'll see about your fucking games.

I'll kill her.

Motherfucking cunt.

Goddamn spider in my bed, I'll fucking break her fucking neck.

Kill her!

[music]

[gate clicking]

[knocking]

- What, you--

- What are you laughing at you filthy--

- (Black Widow) Don't go away.

- Go on, get in there!

[heels clicking]

- Well, Mr. Wadd, so nice to see you.

You must have gotten my message.

I hope the spider didn't frighten you.

It was a perfectly harmless male,

I think.

- It's a smash mess now, but I don't give a shit about that.

I like your nerve.

Come over and take you up on your offer of a session.

- Oh, really? How wonderful!

I knew you'd return to me, to me.

You wait right here in this room and I'll go get ready.

- Bitch.

- Tom Osborn's wallet.

Hello, operator? Yes.

Give me the police right away.

It's an emergency.

Hurry.

Hello, police department.

Yes. Be quiet and listen.

If you want the woman who killed those six guys,

get over here right away.

2710 Nelson Drive.

That's right.

Hurry up. - (Black Widow) Come on,

Johnny Wadd.

I'm ready for you.

- Coming.

- Ouch.

Hey, you really got a bug on, don't you?

What do you wanna do?

- Your prick.

I want to see your prick.

Take off your pants.

NOW!

Do it now. - Easy.

Just easy. Relax.

- Oh my God.

I must have it.

I must.

[moans]

- Ouch! Goddamnit.

Watch that shit.

- Listen, male, we're here for my pleasure.

Do you understand?

- Hey, uh, I mean, can't you just cool it and relax?

You're obviously very good looking.

Can't you slow down and just let me get into it?

- Oh, bullshit!

Here,

put on these.

- You what? You gotta be kidding.

- Listen, Johnny Wadd, please.

You said you changed your mind, now, here.

- No.

- Will you please have a cup of tea?

- Listen. No. I really don't want any--

Inevertouch the stuff,

uh but tell me what's it like to--

- Why, you crappy man-pig.

How dare you talk to me like this?

Well, you're not fit to drink my urine.

- Listen, you goddamn perverted cunt.

I don't even like your goddamn scene,

and this is for that fucking spider.

[screams] [gasps]

Carl! Carl, come quickly!

[gun shot]

Carl.

Carl, don't die.

You were gonna be mine.

Oh you can't die now!

Oh, don't die, die, die, die.

Don't die.

You filth man swine.

I'll kill you for this.

I'll kill you for this.

I'll kill you!

[screams] - ls this what you like?

Is it? ls it? [slapping]

- Ah yes! - ls it?

This is what you like? ls it?

-[moaning] It is what I like.

It is what I like.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes. You're man enough for me.

Oh, yes. Fuck me.

Fuck me.

Oh, yes.

Fuck me. Take me.

Oh, yes. You're quite enough for me.

Oh, yes. Do me!

Fuck me. Fuck me.

Oh, yes.

Oh yes.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes. You can take me.

Yes. You're enough for me.

Oh, yes. Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Fuck me.

Oh, fuck me.

Ohhh!

[moaning]

Fuck, yes.

- Did you kill Hastings?

Huh?

Did you kill Hastings?

Fiuh? D“ you?

- Yes. Yes! You goddamn son a bitch.

Fuck!

You swine faggot!

- Did you kill Lindsey? Huh?

Did you kill him? Did you?

- Yes! Yes, I killed him.

- Did you kill Harris?

- Oh, fuck me!

Fuck me, you on of a bitch!

Fuck me.

- Did you kill Harris?

- Yes. Yes!

Don't stop!

- How about Albright? Huh?

Did you kill Albright?

-[moaning] Oh, fuck me!

- Did you kill Albright?

- You son of a bitch, yes!

Shit! [moaning]

- How about Osborne?

Did you kill Osborne?

- Yes, I killed him.

I killed them all.

Fuck me!

- How about Benton?

Did you kill Benton?

YQu?

Answer me, did you kill Benton?

- Yes, I killed him. I killed him.

- Lemme tell you something, you better enjoy this, you fucking cunt.

' Ah yes!

[moaning]

Am i glad you guys are here.

Oh, she's going to put us through the floor.

- Jesus Christ, Sarge, are you sure we got the right address?

- Yes, you got the right address.

This is the bitch that killed those six guys.

- And you're a voyeur?

- Nobody's perfect.

-[moaning] I do like it.

I like it.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes. Yes.

Oh, yes.

I do. [panting]

I do.

I do like it.

Fuck me.

Fuck me.

Fuck me.

Fuck me.

Fuck me.

Fuck me.

- Now, how do you suppose that bitch happened?

Hell, she was probably born that way.

The females say, give us power.

We're peace-loving.

There would be no wars.

Shit, that's a joke.

I know a female who puts people in cages for disagreeing with her.

Hell, I shouldn't be surprised.

That's the way it's been since time began.

A small group telling a large group what to do.

Fuck it. I can't change it.

Just give me a great woman to make love to and I'm happy.

Shit, there are people who want to put people in cages for doing that.

I better stop this shit.

I'm getting depressed.

[music]

- Why, hello, Mr. Wadd.

I heard the good news.

How can I ever thank you enough?

- This is fantastic.

- More fantastic than you believe.

Pat?

Come on out, Pat.

- Ohh, another?

- Here, Johnny.

It's a check for $4,000.

You've done a fine job.

Then, neither Jean nor I think that it's quite enough.

So well, I guess you could say that this is your bonus.

-You mean a boner, don't you?

[chuckle]

I'll tell you what, girls. Why don't we go into my office and discuss

this in detail, okay?

- All right. - Far out.

[music]

[moaning]

- Ahem, hey, remember me?

This is my bonus.

How come I'm stuck as bottom man?

I'll trade you off.

- Whatever makes you happy.

- It's all yours.

[kissing]

[moaning]

- Yeah.

Oh, my God.

God, that's a tease.

- Yes.

[moaning]

- Yes.

Yes.

Mm.

Mm.

Oh, yeah, baby.

Mm.

-Oh.

You taste so good.

- Oh, you feel good.

Mm.

- Your skin's so soft.

- Oh, I want to feel your pout, baby.

I want you to like the feel of my pussy.

[moaning] Oh, Jesus.

Jesus.

Mm.

Mm.

Ohh.