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["Horse And Carriage" by Alec Gould plays]

[moaning]

Oh, yes. [chuckles]

Oh, you try to suck.

Oh, yes.

Oh yes, baby, oh yes. [chuckles]

[moaning]

-Come on, suck it, baby.

Oh, that's it.

Good.

[moaning]

-Oh, wow, that's nice.

Yes.

[moaning]

-Oh, that's it, harder.

Careful, no teeth. Come on.

You know how I like it. [moaning]

It's nice.

[moaning]

-Oh, it's nice.

Keep going, baby.

[traffic noise]

[moaning]

[moaning]

[laughing]

[moaning]

[moaning]

-Oh, God.

What time is it?

-Six o'clock.

-Oh, Christ.

I got to go to work.

-Why don't you take the day off?

We can do it again. -What? Are you crazy?

Someone has to keep us in the poverty to which we're accustomed.

Besides, I like myjob.

I'm not going to lose it.

-What, you're working for some catering outfits?

Shit, you've got to be kidding.

Listen, Faith, I know how we can make some real money.

I can be your pimp.

-Pimp'? You? Be my pimp?

What the hell do you think you are now?

I work my ass off while you watch TV.

-Come on, now, don't rub it in.

I've been trying to find a job.

-Great, wonderful, find a job.

At the bottom of a beer can?

-Come on, Faith, don't be mad.

Come on, give me a kiss. [chuckles]

What time are you coming back? -Late.

-Faith,

I love you.

You think you can bring home a couple of nice, big steaks?

["Crazy 'Bout You by David McA||ister" plays]

-Scott, darling, there are some people I'd love for you to meet.

-Excuse me.

-Ladies, I'd like you both to meet the Scott Desmond.

-Oh, Alexis, he's everything that you've said and more.

-Retract your claws, darling.

-I think your pictures are, well, just too much for words.

-Thank you very much, I think.

Oh, would you ladies excuse me for a moment, please?

-Tell us, Alexis, is he really a good lover?

-From my experiences,

I'd have to consider him one of the best.

-Should we put him on the list?

-I don't think quite yet.

While we're on the subject,

do either of you have any new nominees?

-I do.

I nominate Frank Lloyd.

-The architect?

-Yes.

-Him? One of the world's 10 best lovers?

-Honey, I had him and he was a dismal flop.

-|'ve never had him.

-Don't waste your time.

-The way you talk, you make it sound as if you've had every one of them.

-I only wish I did.

-So do I.

-I wonder if any woman has had them all.

Imagine, having the 10 best lovers in the world.

-I'll tell you, I'd give anything to the girl who could do it.

-What's it worth to you?

A cool quarter of a million.

-Is that in dollars?

-Of course.

-I could do it.

-Do it? Do what?

-I can meet the 10 best lovers in the world.

-What makes you think that you could do it?

-First of all, I've never met a man I could make,

and second, for a cool quarter of a million,

I'm positive I could make any man.

-Yes, but there's a little mistake here.

I didn't offer you a quarter of a million dollars.

-No, Alexis, you said any woman.

-That's what you said.

-That's what I may have said, but I didn't mean her.

-Are you backing down off your challenge?

-No.

Okay, you're on.

If you can make the 10 best lovers in the world,

I'll give you a quarter of a million dollars in cash.

There's only one small hitch.

How are you going to prove it?

-Prove it?

Send your photographer. Let him take the pictures.

-You're a very bright girl.

Why don't you stop by here tomorrow, say, about noon,

and we'll work out the details.

-Okay, I'll see you at noon.

What makes you think Scott will take pictures?

-Oh, he will.

He will.

-I won't.

I won't take any pictures.

What do you think I am, some stupid gigolo for hire,

running around taking pictures of some sleazy, tramp-screwing guys

all over the damn world?

I won't do it. I won't.

-Are you quite through with your tantrum?

-No, I'm not.

-Oh, yes, you are.

You're going to take those photographs.

You know the reason why?

-No.

-If you don't,

I will cut you off from your funds.

In other words, you will no longer have my sponsorship.

If you think that you can do better without my support,

Just you try.

Two words from me and no one will touch you.

As a matter of fact, you won't even be able

to sell your photographs to high society.

-Excuse me, ma'am.

The young lady has arrived.

-You may show her in.

Scott,

what will it be?

Yes, or no?

-I guess I don't have much choice.

Yes.

-Why?

Faith, hi. You're so punctual.

I'd like you to meet Scott.

He'll be your escort and photographer.

-Nice to meet you, Scott.

-Faith, why don't you just have a seat over here, dear?

I have all the details worked out.

It will only take a minute.

I have all of the conditions worked out and if you meet them,

you will receive $250,000.

Number one,

you must have direct sexual contact with the 10 best lovers.

Number two,

you have 50 days to accomplish this.

-Fifty days? -Of course.

I think there has to be a time limit and 50 days is sufficient.

Number three,

each, let's say,

conquest must be proven by a photograph showing you and the man in full figure

during sexual contact.

That means no close-ups.

Number four,

you will receive one name at a time, and, of course,

the last known address.

Five, after each conquest, you will call me

and I will give you the name of your next assignment.

-Why only one name at a time?

-My darling,

you didn't think I was going to make this simple for you,

did you?

Now, do you understand everything?

-I think so.

I have 50 days in which to make the 10 best lovers.

I must prove each one with a photograph and I will receive only one name

at a time.

Is that correct?

-Correct.

-What about expenses? -A|| of that will be taken care

of by me and, dear, get yourself some new clothes.

-When do I start?

-Right now.

I'm not ready yet.

-You'd better hurry, dear, because you have to be back here

at my house by precisely one o'clock, 50 days from now.

My chauffeur will pick you up in one hour.

Okay.

Mrs. Tillman, who's my first assignment?

-Ah, yes. A small, but very important, detail

we almost overlooked.

Your first assignment is Mr. George Hollings of New York City.

-Who's he?

-Who's he?

Why, George Hollings is one of New York's most famous newscasters.

That's who.

-It's the top of the night, Eddie.

The bases are closed.

The score is nine to eight.

-Hey, what are you doing, huh?

Im going to be rich. -What do you mean, rich?

Hey, what are you going to do, rob a bank?

-Hell no. Let's just say I'm getting a good bet.

-Where'd you go?

-First, I'm going to get out of here.

Then, I'm going to New York.

-Hey, can I go with you?

-No. -No?

What do you mean, no? No. When are you coming back?

-Hlneven -Never?

What do you mean, never?

Hey, listen, you can'tjust leave me alone.

What about me, huh?

-You're going to fuck yourself.

[upbeat music]

This is going to be one of the most exciting experiences

of my life.

Meeting new people, going new places,

just like the jet set.

Scott, I've never been out of San Francisco before.

Imagine, New York City, Broadway, Statue of Liberty,

the Empire State Building.

I wonder where we're going to go next.

Aren't you excited?

-Not particularly.

-Why not?

-Because I don't find your company very exciting.

-I don't understand.

If i had my choice, I'd rather be traveling

with a more stimulating company.

-What the hell did I do?

It's not what you did, it's what I have to do.

Here I am, Scott Desmond, assigned to --

forget about it.

Assigned.

Forced to take dirty pictures of some cheap prostitute.

-Listen, Buster.

I'm a prostitute, so are you, so blow it out of your ear.

I know who's been keeping you, Mr. Stud.

Mrs. Tillman.

Don't try and deny it.

Look, I'll make you a deal.

We're going to be traveling together for 50 days.

I do my job, you do yours.

I won't talk to you, you don't talk to me.

You got it?

-Got it.

[upbeat music]

-Any suggestions on how to find this George Holland?

-Faith, it's yourjob to find these guys, it's my job to photograph them.

All right?

-Thanks a lot.

-I think this whole idea is insane.

-Look, Scott, we have no choice.

George Holland is leaving for Russia on assignment.

We have to catch him at the studio.

-Oh, great, that's fine and dandy, but on the six o'clock news.

-Testing.

A, B,A, B, I, A, B.

Channel. Channel.

-Here's your coffee.

-Thank you.

-Now what? -Leave it to me.

You just take the pictures.

Excuse me.

-Standby. -Six, five,

four, three,

two,

one

On air.

Roll music.

Cue announcement.

Channel 3 brings you this six o'clock news, with a complete roundup of international,

national, and local news.

Now, here is Bill Lovett, substituting for George Holland.

-Substitute?

Shit. -Good evening.

Tonight's top story is on the international scene.

The United Nations reports that inflation takes an international stance.

Europe reports a 25% increase on the cost of living.

The United States, however, is proud to report

an only 10% increase over last year's 20% increase.

It's not all that bad, America.

World Oil Corporation of America has found a new supply of oil.

Experimental drilling off the coast of Maine

has finally paid off.

-What is that? Get that thing out of there.

Get out. Out.

-In Washington today,

the president announced that he is unhappy with his newly appointed

presidential cabinet.

It is rumored that he may fire this cabinet too.

Mrs. Lanny Parker of Houston, Texas reports the sighting of a UFO.

This has been the tenth sighting in Houston this week.

Mrs. Parker said it looked just like a pie plate

with Christmas lights.

The Air Force is looking into this sighting.

The American Medical Association announced today that marijuana can cure cancer

in combination with chemotherapy.

Dr. Charles ln/vin has been experimenting with the marijuana substance

by extracting THC, which is the basic drug contained

in the leaves of the herbaceous cannabis plants.

Dr. lewin reports that when this substance is given to cancer-infected

rats under chemotherapy,

the cancer disappears in a period of only one week.

Of course, the AMA requests further testing

before this treatment is used on humans.

If anyone has a rat with cancer,

please bring it to Dr. lrvvin.

Famous psychic,

Leon van der Strasse, predicts that California

will have an earthquake of disastrous proportions.

For the past 10 years,

various and reputable psychics --

-Now, what's wrong with him? -I don't know.

Maybe he got to take a shit or something.

-Fucking turkey show this is.

-Leon van der Strasse is another one of these reputable psychics.

In the past 1o years,

he has found runaway husbands,

helped police find wanted criminals, and the victims' bodies of these crimes.

-Pa, that new newsman seems to be very up tonight.

-Hell, he ain't up.

He seems to be getting off on the news, Gwendolyn.

-Times have sure changed. Hasn't it, Pa?

California --

-I wouldn't worry about it.

Now, the sports highlights.

Yankees win.

Mets lose.

Dodgers win.

Yankees lose.

Dodgers win.

White Sox lose. Colts win.

Dodgers lose.

At the tracks, Lushing Beauty wins by an ear in the fifth race.

Today's lucky lottery number is 10089765739269043219-112456789-000789.

If you have the complete lottery number, you win $1 million.

If you have the second set of numbers, you win $1,000.

If you have the last set of numbers,

you win $100.

If you have none of these numbers,

youlose.

That's the news.

This is Bill Lovett, substituting for George Hollings.

Have a pleasant, good evening.

Goodnight.

[moody music]

-Collect call for Mrs. Tillman, operator?

Thank you.

-Got to go give you a lot of credit, Faith.

You've got guts.

-It was nothing, Scott.

I found the flight in which George Hollings is on,

slipped into a customs uniform, and searched him.

The rest is permanently recorded on film history.

Mrs. Tillman, George Hollings has been had.

-Why, that's wonderful.

Just think, one down and nine to go.

Do you have a pencil?

Good.

Here's your next assignment.

You're on your way to Paris, honey.

Yes, Faith.

France.

He's an American painter

and his name is Salvadore Robinson.

[upbeat, wistful music]

[buzzing]

-Voila.

Vous étes en retard.

Allons.

-No parler de frangais.

-Oh, so you're an American model.

Come on, let's get going. You're always late.

-|'m sorry, I don't understand. -You're a model.

You get paid by the hour, now take your clothes off.

-This is going to be easier than I thought.

-What's that?

-Nothing. I was just admiring your studio.

Where do you want me to put this?

[bell chiming]

-Last time I modeled was for an artist I met in Saint-Tropez.

He said he wanted to see me in paint and invited me up to his apartment.

He made me strip in front of him, just ever so slowly,

Just

Then he had me get on the platform, like this,

and pose.

Then I noticed him go to the corner and bring out some paint.

He started spreading it on my body. It was like he spread yellow,

black, green, and just started spreading it.

He told me to close my eyes, because he wanted to see me

like a sleeping Madonna.

Oh, he spread this paint all over my arms and down my legs.

After he finished covering my body with this paint,

I had purple on my ass and pink down my legs.

It was just all over me.

You can't imagine.

I was covered in it.

He sort of pushed me down, down on the stand.

He spread my legs, just --

Then he took the brush and he started painting my thighs,

just back and forth.

He pushed me down, just like this, and made me close my eyes.

Then I felt him spread my legs wider.

I looked up

and his clothes were off.

He had taken his clothes off andllooked,

and he had an enormous cock.

I just got hot thinking about how big that cock was.

He pushed me down, all the way on the bench.

He spread my legs and then he got on top of me,

pushed my arms back.

Oh, he penetrated me.

It was so big.

Oh, but I was so wet.

It felt so good. It kept going deeper and deeper.

The paint was slick and getting all wet with the sweat between us.

It was dropping down me.

Oh, it was tan, and I was getting hotter and thinner in the air.

He was breathing on my neck and rubbing my tits, pushing them together.

I felt him moving faster and faster inside of me.

His hands were on my ass, pushing me into him.

I felt my hips were going up against him.

I was so wet.

He was making me so wet.

We heard a knock.

There was somebody at the door, but I couldn't stop.

I looked over.

I looked over as I was moving and he didn't look up.

It was a model.

A model was at the door, but I couldn't stop myself.

I had to keep going.

He felt so good.

He held back my arms and he wouldn't let me stop.

He wouldn't let me get up.

The next thing I knew,

she was in front of my face.

She was pulling down her panties and, oh, her crotch was in my face.

She was pushing her crotch in my face and making me eat her

while he was fucking me.

He was fucking me so hard,

so hard and deep.

Oh, she tasted so good, and I was getting paint

all over her legs, and her hair, and her crotch.

She was holding my face against him.

Oh, my body was going crazy. It felt so good.

It felt so good.

Then he stopped and I felt her change places with him,

and all of a sudden,

her head was buried between my legs.

Oh, she was eating me.

She was eating me.

Oh, it felt so good, but the artist was gone.

I looked over and he was painting us.

She was giving me head.

He was painting us.

Oh, I was going to cum, but I wanted him inside of me.

I wanted a cock.

I wanted a cock inside of me.

I wanted to be fucked.

Oh, I wanted to be fucked by a man.

I wanted him to fuck me so bad.

I pushed her away.

I left my legs open.

I wanted to be fucked so bad.

-Fuck this shit. I know what you need.

-Yes. -You want your picture painted, huh?

I'm going to paint your picture. I'll try to fuck you.

I'll tell you, you've never been fucked by a real painter.

You think that room looks good?

It ain't no pussy.

[moaning]

-She never did it like that, did she?

-No.

She can't do it like you.

Oh, no, she can't do it like you.

-She didn't kiss your titties like this.

-No.

No, she didn't.

-That's because you know her.

She wasn't a painter.

-You're so artistic.

-Fuck you, I'm painting your pussy.

[moaning]

-I'll be stuck with my painting.

It tastes like the best model I've had yet.

I'm going to paint your pussy.

-[indistinct] the tongue.

I'll pose for you any time.

Again and again.

Anything you want me to do.

-This painting is going to take a long time,

I'll tell you that.

-Oh.

Oh.

Down on my vagina.

-I spend so much time getting to know the model.

-You take me so good.

It feels so hard.

You take me so good.

Oh.

I want you in my mouth.

I want you in my mouth.

-Suck that cock.

You've never had a cock like that, have you?

I feel so good.

-You taste good.

-Suck it. Suck that cock.

Suck it harder. Get it.

Come on, get it down your throat.

All the way.

Give me some deep throat.

More tongue. Give me some more tongue.

Lick my balls.

Go on, lick them.

Now I'm going to fuck you.

Turn over.

I can see you. I'm going to stir your backside.

Oh.

You've never had a cock like this.

-Oh, babe.

Give me all.

-You want to get it all?

I'm going to get it all the way in.

I'm going to come all over you.

-Oh, I'd take it.

-You've never been fucked until you've been fucked by a painter.

[indistinct mumbling]

-Oh, babe. Oh, yes.

Oh. -Yes.

Im going to come all over your body and I'm going to paint your body with cum.

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

I feel you.

Oh.

I'll take it on you until you're wet.

Tight pussy.

-Oh, babe.

Babe.

[passionate moans]

-We||, darling. Those two assignments were fairly easy.

Now, for a difficult one.

Your next assignment is Las Vegas.

[upbeat, triumphant music]

-You'll try to seduce, if you can,

Hugh Howard.

Yes, that's all right, the billionaire.

The main obstacle facing you is that he's a recluse, and he's guarded day and night

at the top floor of his casino.

Good luck with this one.

-Hugh Howard?

You got to be kidding.

Your next assignment?

Oh, yes, your next assignment, let's see.

Let's try Munich, Germany.

This one should be interesting.

In Munich, there's a wonderful brewmaster, Herr Humplmayer.

He's not just a brewmaster, he's the best known brewmaster

in all of Europe.

-And here's to Hugh Howard.

[glasses clinking]

-These types never knew you'd be coming.

[giggles] -That's right.

-Let's not forget Herr Humplmayer.

-I think I'll never take a beer here with a straight face.

By the way, you have to find your panties. -No.

They're probably the bottom of the bath.

[laughing]

Oh. Our next assignment.

Carlo Bassini.

I've never heard of him, but here's to him anyway.

[giggling] [glasses clinking]

-Never heard of him?

He's a famous. Afashion designer.

I know you're going to love Fire Island.

-I love [indistinct].

-We||, we better get our asses moving.

The plane leaves in an hour.

-I suppose so.

[upbeat music]

[background laughter]

-Carlo, who're they?

-God damn it.

More party crashers.

I'll take care of them.

[background laughter]

-Looking for someone?

-Well, not exactly.

-This is a private party.

-Oh, I'm sorry.

He didn't mention that.

He really liked to be here himself, but he had commitments and all,

so he sent us instead.

But, as this is a private party --

-Excuse me.

Who is he?

-Emilio. -Emilio who?

-Emilio Gucci. -Oh,

you should have said that.

Welcome.

I'm Carlo.

Carlo Bassini.

Let me get you a drink.

[background laughter]

-In your opinion, Faith, what do you think the fashion trend

will be the next season?

-Well, Mr. Bassini.

-Carlo. -Carlo.

I don't mean to sound rude, but I prefer not to talk business.

I'm here to relax.

-I understand.

I promise not to talk shop.

Come on, let's get trashy.

-Now you're talking.

[upbeat dance music]

[passionate moaning]

-This party's starting to get on my nerves.

I want to get away. You care to join me?

-Sure.

Would you mind if I take a moment to freshen up my makeup?

-Only a moment.

[passionate moaning]

-What do you think you're doing?

-Quite obvious, isn't it?

-Look, you're here to work, not play.

Get your ass dressed.

Carlos and I are about to go for a walk.

-Yes, ma'am.

[passionate moaning]

-Faith, I must congratulate you.

You are halfway there.

Five down and five to go.

Let's see, where are you off to now?

Oh, yes, the Eternal City.

Rome.

Your next assignment is Count Balducci.

Good luck finding him.

He travels in fast circles.

[moody music]

-Faith, I think I got a lead on our Count.

Cost me a few lira, but what the hell.

Anyway.

I found out that every night, he goes and meditates in small ruins.

-I hope your information's right, because so far, he's been the hardest one

to track down.

Now, where are the ruins?

-They're about an hour outside of Rome.

Come on, I'll take you up there.

-Are you sure this is the right place?

-Oh, yes. We'll just wait around and I'm sure he'll show up.

-Oh, so breathtaking.

-You were jealous, weren't you?

-What are you talking about?

-Me and the girl at Fire Island?

-Why should I be jealous?

What you do on your own time is your own concern.

-Why are you so upset? -|'m not upset.

Look, Scott, I think you've got it all wrong.

"Do I?

[birds squawking]

-Something tells me the count's never been here.

[birds chirping]

-Look, Scott,

what happened was nice and everything, but we have a job to do.

-We shouldn't let this interfere with it.

OK, let's go find this count.

[dramatic music]

-Next is Tinseltown, USA,

Bright Faith Hollywood.

Your next assignment is none other than superstar,

Jeffrey Towers.

-Your next assignment, which should be fun,

is Senator Todd Fleet.

I'll give you one clue,

the Senator is addicted to porno films.

I'm not going to come until you say, "Fuck me."

-Fuck me. -Fuck me.

-Fuck me. -Oh, no, more than that.

More than that.

[moaning] More than that.

-Fuck me.

-Fuck me. -Fuck me.

-Keep quiet.

Oh. Oh, yes.

Oh, yes. That there.

You got it now, you fucking cunt whore.

You fucking smart face cunt whore.

You got that big fucking cock.

You got it now.

Oh, yes.

[moaning]

-Fuck me, you son of a bitch.

[moaning] -Come on.

-You feel that in there? -Yes.

-You feel it good and hard? -Ram it.

-You feel it getting stronger? -Yes.

-You feel it getting bigger? -Yes.

-You feel it filling your whole cunt?

-Yes, it is. -It's getting bigger.

-I'm going to getjuice. -You're going to get it.

You're going to get that fucking juice.

[moaning]

I'm going to shoot it all over your tits.

-All over me. I want it.

-Im going to shoot all of these.

-Make it. [moaning]

-Oh, God.

Mother fucker.

Come on, ram it.

Press that rod.

-Okay. I'm close.

[moaning]

You ready? -[shouts] I'm ready.

-You ready? You fucking ready?

[moaning]

Okay.

Here's that hot cum you've been waiting for.

Ready? Ready?

Take it.

[moaning]

[somber music]

-Please, I'm so tired.

It's the ninth one and so far, all our leads have turned into dead ends.

Where are we going to find this so-called Russian Nobel Prize winner, anyway?

-Have you thought of trying the Yellow Pages?

-Ha ha, very funny.

Let's see, what do we know about him?

He's a writer, he's single.

We haven't checked any of the huts,

brothels, whorehouses, or whatever you call them.

What's that one he goes to all the time?

-Madam Claudine's.

-That's cool.

[bell ringing]

-We|come.

-Hello. -Oh, [indistinct].

-Yes, I am. -Welcome.

I am Madam Claudine.

I would like to be able to help both of you,

but unfortunately, I am sorry.

We do not service them on here.

-You see, we have a special problem

and we thought maybe you could help us out.

You see, my wife here is having an overwhelming fantasy to be

a prostitute. -[|aughs]

-You seek employment here?

You must fill up the application form.

-No, I'm sorry. You don't quite understand.

She doesn't actually want to be a prostitute,

she wants to be --

-Look, Madam.

I would like to be a customer and work out a fantasy.

You know, dollars.

[laughing]

Now, I understand.

Is there any particular man that you would desire?

-Yes, there is.

She wants lgorArostopovich.

-I do not think that would be possible to arrange so easily.

[indistinct] to the hour.

Now, you will come with me to the master bedroom,

where you will make yourself comfortable.

[laughing]

[humming]

Oh, and sir, what would be your desire?

-He doesn't want anything. -Oh, but I do.

-That is good.

You will follow me.

Madam, this is the master bedroom, and sir,

what will be your pleasure?

Yolanda, Gretchen, or Stacia?

[chuckling]

-I think I'll try the double-header.

-Double header?

What is that?

-I think these two here should satisfy me.

-Better. You will come in here and you will enjoy.

Double header.

[humming]

-I came here to relax, ladies, so perhaps you could help me take my clothes off.

[moody soft rock music]

[moaning]

-My ladies, perhaps you two could give me a little entertainment

before we get started.

A little strip tease.

A little strip tease from you.

Please me.

-Yes, that's [indistinct].

My ladies, please, come over.

Devour my body and make yourself right at home.

[chuckling]

This is Europe.

Funny, I'm not homesick.

[moody music]

[moaning]

[groaning]

-Oh, fuck.

-Ma, [speaking Russian].

[speaking Russian]

-No. [speaking Russian]

American.

[speaking Russian]

-Igor.

-[Russian language]

-Igor.

-[Russian language].

-|gor, [speaking Russian].

[both talking over each other in Russian]

-Where the hell have you been?

-You don't really want to hear all the details,

do you? -Hurry up and get in the closet.

He's on his way up.

-Madam, Igor.

[speaking Russian]

-You're kind of cute yourself. [chuckles]

[moaning]

[kissing]

[chuckling]

You're the best lover I've ever had.

[ethereal music]

[speaking Russian]

-Like that,

no one's ever satisfied me like this.

[moaning]

[moaning]

Oh, yes, like that.

Oh, yes, good.

I love it.

[moaning]

Oh. [chuckling]

Oh, man.

Oh, yes.

Give it to me. I love it.

Oh, yes.

Oh.

[moaning]

[panting]

-Babe, that was real good.

Let's just do it again.

-Come on, you little Russian bastard, get off her.

Let's go, get your bare ass out of here --

[speaking Russian]

-- Right now, you son of a bitch. -What have you done?

Are you crazy? -What the fuck is going on here?

What kind of madness are you bring to my house?

[speaking Russian]

-Yes, you're damn right I've gone crazy, and it's all your fault.

-My fault? What did I do?

-Don't try to play little Miss Innocent with me,

"What did I do?"

You've been running around screwing every damn guy in the world,

that's what you did. -That's insane.

Why shouldn't I?

-Because I love you.

-Scott, I don't want to hear this.

-Why not, you're afraid of the truth?

Come on, Faith, it's notjust me,

you love me too.

Admit it.

-No, I don't.

-The truth.

Come on, Faith,

say it.

-I love you.

I love you.

-Oh.

[applause]

[upbeat music]

-Come on.

What about Mrs. Tillman?

-Screw her and her money.

[chuckling]

-Do you have any regrets?

-About the $250,000?

No, I'd rather have you.

Actually, I'd rather have you and the money.

-God, I hate to see this all end, though.

I guess we're going to have to face reality,

and besides, we're almost out of money.

I wonder who the tenth guy would have been.

-God only knows.

God, I'm [indistinct].

-Aren't you even a little bit curious?

-Yeah, I suppose I am.

-There's only one way to find out.

We're going to have to call her.

Sefior, teléfono, por favor.

Gracias.

[telephone ringing]

-Hello.

Hello, Faith, I was beginning to wonder what happened to you.

Oh, you did.

You know there's only one day left to go,

dean

Okay.

Your last assignment is --

-Yes.

Mrs. Tillman, I'm sorry, there must be a bad line.

Would you please repeat that?

Yes.

Oh.

Thank you, Mrs. Tillman.

[laughing]

-Who is it?

Come on, Faith, you going to tell me who is it, or not?

-You're not going to believe it. -Yeah, try me.

-|t's you, you are the tenth one.

-I knew they couldn't make it.

I knew it.

Oh, goody.

-We did it. We did it, Mrs. Tillman. We did it.

-Oh, fuck.

[lively music]