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-Where am I?

Who am I?

Why am I dressed like this?

Where am I?

They have done something to me.

I can't remember.

Who is that man?

He looks so cruel.

He looks as if he's
about to do something to me.

What is he going to do?

I am a virgin.

No man has ever touched me.

Why must he undress?

-I don't want to see him naked.

Ah, yes,

she said he was going to make love to me.

She said he's going to hurt me.

I don't want to be hurt.

Not there.

Oh, no, no, no, let me go.

It will hurt.

Oh, please,

don't hurt me.

Your hands are touching my body.

Let me go.

Go away.

Don't take my clothes off.

No man has ever seen me naked.

I must fight.

Mustn't let him do this to me.

He is so strong.

He is holding me down.

I'm trying to get up to run away,

but he is too strong.

He is loving this.

Don't take my clothes off.

He is treating me like a slave.

He is too strong.

He is doing anything he wants
with my body.

I feel strange.

I like his hands.

Kiss me.

Yes, yes.

Oh, kiss me there.

Yes.

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

-Why did he go away?

Oh, my body feels so hot.

The snow is so warm,

Oh, I could bury myself in it forever.

Why is it taking him so long?

Oh, come back.

Make my body feel hotter,

hotter.

Don't leave me like this.

Oh, I'm so excited.

You mustn't leave me alone now.

Come back and do it to me.

I never thought it would feel this way.

I thought it would hurt.

I thought men were wicked,
they took you and left you unsatisfied.

Oh, don't leave me unsatisfied.

You must give me more.

I feel so wicked,

lying in the snow
and wanting him so badly.

My whole body is begging for him.

Please, don't make me beg.

I am a slave.

Do anything to me,

but do it quickly.

Come back, come back.

-Hi.

I brought the message
from your uncle in Morocco.

-Yes.
Very good.

-Gee, maybe I lost it.

-Not lost, please.

-You fool.

-Oh, no, don't get upset.

It's probably here someplace.

- I pray that message is safe.

-Here it is.

I've brought you about 10 messages now.

I'm getting curious what's in them.

-Just messages from my uncle.

That's all.

- I know,

but what does he say?

Why doesn't he send them by ordinary mail?

-Well, he prefers it this way.

It's more personal,

nicer.

-Say, I'm not doing
anything illegal, am I,

like smuggling drugs or something?

-No.

No, I assure you.

You look tired.

May I get you a cup of tea?

-Well, thank you.
That'd be nice.

You'll excuse me?

-We must get rid of her.

She's getting too suspicious.

-Your tea.
This should make you feel better.

-What's the matter?

You look upset.

Did your uncle send you bad news?

-No.
Everything is fine.

Please drink your tea.

-Hey, I feel funny.

Did you put some--

-I'm afraid she was beginning to guess.

We'll have to transport her to Morocco.

-Oh, yes.

Yes.

Oh, yes.

-Please, please.

-Oh, that's it.

It's--

Oh, it's good.

It's so good.

-Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

-Goddammit.

You crummy stewardesses.

This is like open house.

Well, go on and open the door.

-Hi, Ms. Cortland.

I'm Richard Fleetwood from the airlines.

Is Sally Blanchard at home?

-No.

I got a postcard from her the other day.

She's in Morocco.

-That's what I was afraid of.

Look, if you're busy,
I can come back later,

but I'd really like to talk to you.

-Well,

is it really important?

-Actually, it is, quite important.

-Okay.

Come on in.

Please, have a seat.

I'll be back in a minute.

-All right.
Thank you.

- Oh, let's go.
- We have to leave

-You don't have to be unpleasant about it.

-Hey, Mindy, I wasn't finished
with my business just because you were.

Now, this is an awful, crummy trip.

-Come on, Alan, I'll see you tonight.

This guy has something important
to talk to me about.

-Talk?

Is this the guy?

-You looking for a bust in the chops,

fella.

-Huh?
Tough guy, huh?

-Yes.

I guess I'd better see you out.

I'm sorry.

Maybe I shouldn't have done that.

-No, it's okay.

I've been trying to figure a way
to get rid of him for months.

-You're sure it's all right?

-Very definitely.

Tell me,

what's all this about Sally?

Is anything wrong?

-She was supposed to have reported
for a flight to Paris two days ago.

She never showed up.

-But that's impossible.

I mean, I haven't seen her,

but I just got back
from L.A. today.

-Three girls have disappeared
off the face of the earth in

less than two months.

Oh, we've gotten a note from them saying
that they requested a leave of absence.

We didn't think too much about it.

-This should please all of them very much.

-Where are you going, Sally?

Here in Morocco, there is no escape.
-No. Please, let me go.

-In a little while, but first,
you must be prepared for tonight.

I must make sure that you are fine enough
for the high price you will bring.

-No, no, please.
-Drink this.

-No, no.

-And now,

now that you've had a sip of the kelp,
you will do anything I ask.

Anything.

Hold me.

-Is she ready?

-Yes, I have just initiated her.

She is a virgin.

-Good. We will need her tonight.

-Was the delivery up to expectations?

- I guess I'll have to go to Morocco.

-But do you know what to look for?

-I have some ideas.

Besides, I have some helpers
there who, for a little cash in hand,

may be able to tell me something.

-Look, Richard, I'm the adventurous sort.

Let me take the run to Morocco.

Maybe I can hunt around and--

-Forget it.

Too dangerous.

Say, did Sally ever mess
around with drugs?

-Sally?

Hey,

I told you she's
the straightest girl going.

Richie,

you're not telling me everything.

-No, I haven't told you everything

because I don't want you to worry.

There's a new drug
being smuggled out of Morocco,

and I think there's
some connection between that drug

and the girl's disappearance.

They may be hooked on that drug

and are being forced to smuggle.

I just don't know.

-It's not a bad theory,

but I've lived with Sally for four years,
and I'd know.

I've seen other people on drugs,

and she wasn't,

-Well, that makes life easier

or harder.

I'll have a look around while I'm there.

-Good luck, Richie.

Please find her.

-May I help you?

-Are you the proprietor?

-Maybe you can.

You know this person?

-A very pretty girl, but no,
I have never seen this one before.

Many girls do come in here buying
presents for friends in the United States,

but not this one.

-You're sure?

-Positive.

I've never seen this girl before.

Have you tried the police?

-I have a feeling you're not going
to be much help.

Don't you?

-Hello, operator.

Yes, I have an urgent cablegram
going to New York City,

the United States.

Yes, the United States.

-Jamar Hakeem is here for his appointment.

Is the message bad news?

-Yes.

Show him in.

Give him Carol and make
sure he is comfortable.

Then come quickly upstairs to my office.

-Yes.

Yes, you have once again selected
a proper girl for me.

Now leave us alone.

-Hello, Joan.

It's Richard.

I just got back from Morocco.

Have you heard anything from Sally?

Oh, damn it.

Well, I didn't have too much lunch.

Tell you what,

why don't I take you out
for dinner tonight?

We can talk,

Oh, great.

Oh, I'm all for a home-cooked meal.

Thanks, that's plenty.

I am really stuffed.

So, I don't know what's going on.

All my regular men,

usually for a tenner,
they can't stop talking.

But bigger money than mine
has shut their mouths.

I've never seen such fear on their faces.

Joan,

I don't understand it.

-She's got to be there somewhere.

I know it.

Please, Richard,

please let me take that Morocco run.

-No, I've told you, I don't want
you getting mixed up

in any of this.

That drug,

weirdo drug,

it's too dangerous.

-Then you think the drug
definitely has something to do with it.

-It's too coincidental.

Two months after the stuff
first appears in this city,

four girls are missing,

and it's powerful.

More powerful than LSD,
mescaline put together.

You just don't get high from it.

It blows your mind to pieces.

After a couple of doses of that stuff,
and you're finished forever.

It deteriorates the brain.

-Where is it coming from?

-I don't know.

I don't know,

but putting my brain to work,

I figure it's got to be
a central clearinghouse

in Morocco somewhere.

But it's got to be a place where people
can come and go regularly

without arousing suspicion.

Could be an innocent-looking little
place of business.

Like a shop.

- I just hope.

Oh, I hope that they haven't given
that stuff to Sally.

-I want her naked.

Completely naked.

-Perfect.

She is perfect.

Bring me the dagger.

-The kelp.

It has drugged her too much.

-No, my lord.

She has had just a little.

- I want her to be able to feel the pain.

I will get no pleasure unless she screams.

- I assure you, my lord,
she will feel pain.

-Now, my lord, she is all yours.

Ooh.

Ooh.

Ooh.

Oh.

-Exciting.

Exiting.

-Ooh.

Ooh.

Ooh,

oh my God.

Someone, please help me.

-Sally.

Oh, poor Sally.

If they've given you that drug,
then Richie says that drug

turns people into vegetables.

They'll do anything wanted of them.

It's so evil?

I wish it were months ago

when we first moved here,
but that's when she made that first trip

to Morocco.

That's when it must have begun.

This ash tray, she brought it back for me.

Made in my uncle's shop.

She's such a sweet kid.

Always bringing me little things
from shops all over the world.

-There's got to be a central clearinghouse
in Morocco somewhere.

Could be an innocent-looking
little place of business,

like a shop.

-Made in my uncle's shop.

Uncle's shop.

Could that be the place?

How can I find out?

Wait a minute.

Sally's appointment book.

Oh, nothing here.

Damn it, that's my drawer.

Have hair done.

9.30 flight to New York.

December 23rd.

Here it is.

Go to Uncle's shop and pick up message
for nephew in New York.

Hello?

Ms. Springer, please.

Ms. Springer, this is Joan Cortland.

I'd like to request
the next Morocco run from New York.

-So long.

-Is he ready?

-Yes, completely.

-Go to him.

He is waiting for you.

-Yes.

Yes.

-You nut, you idiot.

I could have killed you
last week when I received

that telegram from you saying
you were going to Morocco.

-Richie darling, I love you too.

-You could have been killed.

-Not a chance.

Nice people those Moroccans.

-What the hell happened?

-Sit down and I'll tell you.

Well, I found Sally’s notebook

with the name of the shop
that was on the ashtray.

-What ashtray?

-Mine.

The one Sally brought back for me.

Anyway, I walked into Uncle's shop.

-Uncle's shop?

I was there.

-Yes darling, but you're not
a pretty girl.

Anyway, I walked into Uncle's shop

and asked for the message
for their nephew in New York.

I said I was Sally's replacement.

-Oh no, you didn't.

Don't you see?

Now they know that we know.

Maybe if we don't move fast,

Sally's life isn't going
to be worth a nickel.

-Well, I figured it was
the quickest way to Sally.

He gave me this.

-"My dearest beloved nephew.”

Sounds like they're having an affair.

"Your grandmother is fine,
but in hospital.

Doctors say she can leave in three weeks.

Your eldest cousin on your mother's side
is entering university.

He will study medicine.

Your sister had her seventh child.

A man-child.

Or something like that.

Last week.

She is well, as is the child.”

What is this garbage?

-Must be a code.

-Smart girl.

Let me have a pencil and a couple of pads.

This may take all night.

-You mean you're going
to stay here all night?

-No, but I'll probably break the code.

-You mean we'll break the code.

No good?

-Not a damn bit of good.

All I'm getting is
a bunch of gobbledygook.

-Is that enough?

-Yes.

-Are you ready?

-Yes.

Yes.
Yes.

Yes.
Yes.

Yes.
Yes.

-Hello, Mike.

Did I wake you up?

Good.

I have a problem.

A little piece of paper
with Arabic writing on it.

I think it's a code,

but I've been working on it all night
and I haven't been able to break it.

I don't care.

I'm coming over there now,
and I want you to test this paper

for everything.

Embedded messages, anything.

What?

Forget it.

You've got four hours.

Cheer up, hon.

Mike's a genius.

If there's anything here, he"ll find it.

-I have to take this message
to the nephew's shop in the morning.

-You're not going to that shop.

As soon as I find out what's
in that paper,

I'll take it to the shop.

They know about you.

We're not going to take the risk.

-Okay,

but let's make a copy of the message
so I can work on it while you're gone.

-Fair enough,

but you're not going to that shop alone.

Understand? Now promise me.

- I promise I will not go
to that shop alone tomorrow.

-In fact,

don't go out tomorrow.

Wait here for my call.

-Okay.
-You promise?

-I promise.

-May I help you?

-I've brought the message from your uncle.

-Oh, yes.

Thank you.

If you'll excuse me one moment.

-I'll go downstairs.

You lower her down.

-Welcome to Morocco.

-Sally.

Sally?

I'm so glad you're alive.

Sally.

Sally, what's wrong?

Talk to me, please.

Sally.

What have they done to you?

You monsters.

You rats.

What have you done to her?

-They are gone for good.

The drug has destroyed their minds.

What is going to happen now
is better for them.

-What is going to happen?

-You see, you've spoiled
our little profit-making venture,

so you've all got to die.

I promise you,

your death will be slow and lingering.

-Yes, Mike.

It's in the ink?

The drug is in the ink?

Oh, those clever bastards.

What a tricky bit.

Can you give me some sort of judgment
on the quality of the drug?

Okay, off the record.

That bad, huh?

Okay, listen.

I've got to get off and call Joan.

No, she's different.

Thanks, Mike.

Listen, I'll talk to you later.

Where the hell is she?

Maybe she went out to the store.

No.

She said she'd wait for my call.

That damn girl,
she promised me she wouldn't go.

She couldn't have.

She did.

Hello, Mac.

Tell your boys to get downtown
to that Moroccan shop I told you about.

Everything's hitting.

-The snake, son.

Remove her quickly,.

-Joan.

Are you all right?

Speak to me.

You've got to understand.

Not all the people in this lousy world
are decent like you.

There are too many
like these monsters, psychopaths,

who can't feel, can't love, but hurt,

kill.

You can't destroy the whole life
because of this lousy world.

You've got to forget about this.

Remember Sally, the way she used to be.

Even if I could have saved her,

her life wouldn't have been worth
anything at all.

Come on, love.

Let's go home.