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Something's coming, something's doing, a significant way.

Something's coming, I don't know what it is, but it is gonna be great.

With a click, with a shot, the phone will jingle, call them up, open the

lap.

Something's coming, going away, but it's to catch the moon, one hand it can.

Something's coming.

How appropriate the picture you're about to see.

The central character coming through the door now, Mr. Grant.

is whom this picture is based upon.

Mr. Grant, I might add, is taking his normal three -hour lunch break.

Mr. Grant, the philandering philanthropist, a successful

successful man about town, highly successful man with the ladies,

Of course you would be too if you spent as much money every month on sex as Mr.

Grant does.

Mr. Grant, the man with a string of mistresses from San Francisco to San

It's nothing for him to think of jumping on an airplane and flying 600 miles for

the proverbial peace of that.

As you've gathered by now, Mr. Grant's one main problem in life.

is he can't keep his prick in his pants.

He'd fuck the proverbial knothole on a fence if somebody put some hair around

it.

This is just to give you some inclination into Mr. Grant's average

shall we say.

What happens to Mr. Grant in this film is far beyond your wildest dreams.

More than even an Agatha Christie mystery.

More than a Rod Serling twist at the ending.

But let me not spoil it for you.

You're in the theater to enjoy yourself.

And enjoy yourself by all means.

For as the theme song indicates, something's coming.

And let it be good.

Thank you.

Well, now we see how Mr. Grant spends most of his afternoons.

Involved in all the civic affairs of the community.

Lady socialite lady.

Or is this Mrs. Grant?

is better.

Get some place. Yeah.

How do you afford a place like this? Easy.

Easy money.

You're a call girl.

Well,

how much is it going to cost me?

Why don't we just sit down, talk about it.

Once you finish taking off this, these clothes, and I'll be right back, okay?

Okay. Don't take long.

Excuse me.

Look, at one time, I was into this thing, baby, but I had an accident.

This isn't my bag anymore.

I'll use yours, but let me do it my way.

Okay. Let's get rid of this.

Come on up here.

Why, did the belt hurt you or something?

I had a nasty, nasty thing happen to me. I don't even like to talk about it.

But what happened? Were you on the wrong side of the belt?

Yeah, you might say that. The person I was with got a little carried away.

I've still got a couple of welt marks to remember the whole thing by.

Well, I don't see any welt marks.

If you take a good close look down here near my cot, if you get your face right

down here, I think you'd get a better look.

I can't see them.

You're not close enough.

Gotta get your eyes right down in it.

You get the best view, and you get your cock and my cock in your mouth.

That's the way, baby. That's beautiful.

That's nice.

That's the way I like it.

I love your hands.

Right in my balls.

Oh.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, what a mouth.

What a way to suck.

Oh, yeah.

That feels so nice. So nice.

Oh. Woo.

You know your stuff.

Ah, this is the life. This is beautiful.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, man.

If you are a cool girl, you must be getting rich.

That's all I can say.

Woo!

This is worth a lot of bread, let me tell you.

You must own this building, not just rent this apartment.

Oh, yeah.

Hey, do you fuck as well as you suck?

Oh, come on, okay. I don't want to hate you. I learned a long time ago that

before my cock goes anyplace, my mask goes down there first.

Okay.

Why don't we get that fist in position?

Mm -hmm.

That tastes good.

You got a great question. Let me tell you.

It's A1.

Mmm.

Mmm.

This is delicious.

It's good enough to fuck.

This is good enough to fuck, for sure.

No question.

Let's do it.

Let's fuck.

Let's get into it.

Let me lay back.

Why don't you suck for a minute? Get it nice and hard.

Oh, yeah.

I'm glad I met you.

What do you think?

Pretty good. Who the hell is he?

Oh, well, Mr. Grant meets Reginald Baxter.

Hey, how the hell do you know my name?

What's going on here?

We all know your name.

Somebody please tell me what the fuck is going on.

Please don't be alarmed, my good man.

Because I own this apartment.

And I own this woman, Felicia.

Look, if you two got something going, that's fine with me. She invited me up

here. I didn't force my way in here.

Listen, I'll just leave peacefully.

No, no, no.

That's okay.

I'm not a jealous lover.

You see, I ordered Felicia to bring you up here.

Why in the world did you... You ordered her to bring me up here?

Why did you do that?

You see, Mr. Grant, yeah, I know your name.

In fact, I know quite a bit about you.

Do you remember a girl named Babette?

I don't know Babette.

I don't know anyone named Babette. Come on now, Mr. Grant. She was a beautiful

young girl you accidentally killed playing one of your reckless, sadistic

I didn't kill anybody.

What the hell are you talking about? You also might be on today.

Anyway, this sucks, but I bet I told you you'd be liking this.

Now, I don't want to scare you, but just to make it more fun for both of us, I'm

not going to hurt you at all. I'm not going to hurt you at all.

I'm just going to put this around, because I get off on this, and you might

off on it, too.

Just a little bit of a noose around your neck.

I'm not going to choke you with it, just because I know you'll like the feel of

it, isn't it, son? I'm just going to do this.

That's all.

See you guys later.

You just keep up that second. Good.

You just stroke those balls.

That's the way.

Oh, yeah.

Stroke them underneath.

Knee. Oh, man.

Yeah.

All right. Can you just lay down?

You take the cup.

Right in that position. All right.

I think it's time to give Mr. Grant some of his own medicine.

How's that?

What are you talking about?

Look, I told you I'd leave. I just could ask... What the hell are you... Get

over here. What the hell are you doing?

Jesus!

What do you want?

You'll see.

Get up on your knees. Felicia, all according to plan, dear.

Get up on your knees, pig, and lick me, and lick it good.

Jesus. Get over here.

Good.

You people are out of your goddamn mind!

Yes? Yes. Uh, Mrs. Grant? Yes?

I'm from the city tax assessor's office. I came over to evaluate your property

for tax purposes. Mind if I step in? Oh, why, yes. No idea. Thank you. Thank

you. I'll get the door.

Okay.

All right, now, let's get upstairs.

What do you mean? Come on, let's get upstairs.

Come on, don't struggle.

Hold it.

What is this? Don't struggle, dear. Come on.

Come on, upstairs.

Where'd it go? Where'd it go?

But why Mrs. Grant?

She never did anything to you or to anybody else.

An eye for an eye, Mr. Grant.

Ironically enough,

I got your wife in that same chamber of tortures that you killed my fiancee in.

A chamber which your wife wasn't even aware existed until recently.

Be through.

What do you want from me? Money?

I got money if you want it. No, we're not interested in money, Mr. Grant.

What do you want?

Making you grow old.

Mr. Grant, is what I'm interested in right now.

And you're doing very mentally.

Why do you people laugh at me? You're murderers! All right.

Crazy! Enough, Mr.

Grant. I've had my pound of flesh.

Enough for today.

Felicia, I think, will let him go.

You're just going to shoot me. I know you're going to kill me.

No, that's not my wish.

You can go.

But you got a gun pointed at me! The gun's on the table.

You can go.

Singing gravel like that.

It seems I'm very violent.

I always feel...

What's this?

Excuse me, we're going to have to make a call, okay? Okay.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's me, Baxter.

Did you have the brakes altered?

Good. Good girl.

Look, we'll see you tomorrow, okay?

All right.

You think it'll work?

Yeah. Don't worry.

Money's as good as airs. Good.

You and still another twine places, dear.

A wealthy speculator, Colin Grant, died last night as his brakes failed and his

car didn't negotiate a turn crashing through the guardrail on Old Cliff Road.

Mr. Grant leaves only his wife, Miss Durant, as the sole heir to his estate.

Well, how flick it was.

Just imagine, he had no idea it was the three of us.

Well, Colin Grant, you made it, and now we get to spend it.