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You buy yourself a chrome-plated beauty

with a vinyl top,

and pretty soon it's lying on top of hundreds of others,

smashed, broken, wrecked.

It doesn't take long.

A couple of years of fast driving,

taking the curbs too hard,

and not knowing when to apply the brakes.

People are a lot like cars, except, when they've had it,

they don't put them in the junkyard,

they put 'em in a crazy house.

Six months ago, things were different.

It was a normal day.

I thought I was alone,

and I knew that old Ellsworth next door

would be at his window waiting for my daily performance.

- Maria, what are you doing?

Why don't you leave Ellsworth over there alone?

- Oh Tammy, he's just an old man.

- I'm ashamed of you.

That's disgusting.

Oh Tammy, you're such a prude.

What's the harm?

It gives the old boy some kicks.

He's not going to get there any other way.

- You'll give old Ellsworth a heart attack.

Don't talk foolish.

It's just annoying to see you

parading around naked like that in front of everybody.

Carrying on like that.

Pull down that shade!

Pull down that shade!

It's not him I'm worried about, it's you.

I think you'd walk down Broadway naked if you got a chance.

I don't know Maria, why do you do that to him?

- Come here, Tammy, come over here.

Come on.

I've got something nice for you.

Hurry.

Hurry.

- You're horrible.

You're sick!

If that's the only way you can get your kicks,

go right ahead.

But I don't get any kicks out of it.

It was becoming clear to me

that I needed a little vacation from Tammy.

I wasn't getting any kicks from her anymore.

I was wondering how I could get away,

when I saw a very interesting ad in the paper.

I called the number in Vermont.

- Spencer's.

Hello?

I'm answering that ad in the sex paper.

- Oh, yeah?

Interested in excitement, huh?

Yes, I've never done this before.

I just thought it might be fun to meet some new people.

- Do you like people to watch, eh,

while you do it?

- I answered the ad, now what do you have in mind?

You'll be with us for three weeks.

You'd be well paid, five hundred bucks a week.

No one will hurt you unless you want it,

and you'll have plenty of whatever you do want.

Can you meet me at ten tomorrow?

Hey, not so fast!

Well, the money does sound good.

Okay, I'll do it.

I've got to get out of New York for a while,

a little trip to New England might do me good.

- Meet me at Coney Island, corner of Stillwell and Ocean.

Okay.

That night I wandered around Times Square,

wondering whether I should go through with it.

If I hadn't been high on grass,

I probably would've said to hell with it,

but I was sick of this stinkin' town and all the garbage,

human and otherwise, that littered the streets.

I had to get away and get away fast.

And anyway, I needed sex and I needed it my way.

I was hoping that this guy Spencer,

could provide it somehow.

I didn't know then that I was heading for a cesspool

far worse than anything I had known.

My mind was made up.

I knew that in the morning

I'd be on that train to Coney Island.

Spencer was there that day, even though I didn't know it.

I didn't know it, but as I waited for Bruno,

Spencer was rocking high over my head in the Wonder Wheel.

Spencer liked high places where he could look down

on the specks on the street below him.

He liked to think of them as ants.

Ants that he could crush beneath his feet if he so desired.

He had left it up to Bruno to decide

whether I was going to be suitable for, well,

for what he wanted.

- Maria Curtis, I'm Bruno.

I never saw Spencer at Coney Island.

He was going to fly back to Vermont ahead of us,

but Bruno was a surprise.

He wasn't the sophisticate I'd expected.

He looked more like an innocent farm boy.

He quickly made up his mind that I was okay and we were off.

Yes, Spencer was high and it wasn't the last high for him.

I was going to find out he was almost

always high on something or other.

If I had known then what kind of man was smiling over us,

I would have run back to Tammy and stayed there gladly.

The next day, we were in Vermont.

And as we arrived at Spencer's house, I felt a little funny.

And for the first time began to wish

I hadn't gotten into all this.

I was apprehensive at meeting Spencer.

Bruno had hinted that he might be more than

a little eccentric.

The place was big, old, and a little rundown.

Spencer liked it that way.

To the local yokels, it looked only like the home

of a slightly eccentric man.

- Go downstairs and wait, I gotta talk to Spencer.

There was a full-fledged theater downstairs

and on stage they were rehearsing a show,

unlike anything I'd ever seen before.

♪ You had all the time you wanted here ♪

♪ You had all the time you needed here ♪

♪ You got all the time ♪

♪ To make up your mind ♪

♪ Don't push it baby ♪

♪ Lay it on the line ♪

♪ Is it on ♪

♪ Is it off ♪

♪ How 'bout one ♪

♪ How 'bout all ♪

♪ Should I stay baby ♪

♪ Should I stay ♪

♪ Should I go Or should I go ♪

♪ I can't wait I can't wait ♪

♪ I'd like to know ♪

♪ And when you needed time to decide ♪

♪ Well boy, are you tryin' ♪

♪ To hide there ♪

♪ So go, take your time ♪

♪ To find a better man ♪

♪ Tell me baby ♪

♪ I'm tryna understand ♪

♪ Is it on ♪

♪ Is it off ♪

♪ How 'bout one ♪

♪ How 'bout all ♪

♪ How could I know the way of you ♪

♪ I can't stay Oh! ♪

♪ I can't run from an affair with you ♪

♪ Oh, I can't wait ♪

- Did you get her?

- Yeah, she's downstairs.

- Bring her in.

- Listen, Spencer, this one's kind of okay.

I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to her.

- What do you mean you wouldn't like it?

I never heard you talk like that before.

- Alright, I guess there's something wrong with me today.

Just remember how much money

you're making with me

and what you were before I picked you up.

- Okay, Spencer, I'll get the girl.

♪ You had all the time you wanted here ♪

♪ You had all the time you needed here ♪

♪ You got all the time ♪

♪ To make up your mind ♪

♪ Don't push it baby ♪

♪ Lay it on the line ♪

♪ Is it on ♪

♪ Is it off ♪

♪ How 'bout one ♪

♪ How 'bout all ♪

♪ Should I stay baby Should I stay ♪

♪ Should I go Or should I go ♪

♪ I can't wait I can't wait ♪

♪ I'd like to know ♪

♪ And when you needed time to decide ♪

♪ Well boy, are you trying to hide there ♪

♪ So go, take your time ♪

♪ To find a better man ♪

♪ Tell me baby ♪

♪ I'm tryna understand ♪

♪ Is it on ♪

♪ Is it off ♪

♪ How 'bout one ♪

♪ How 'bout all ♪

♪ How could I know the way of you ♪

♪ I can't wait Oh! ♪

♪ I can't know the way of you ♪

- Come on, Spencer wants to meet you.

♪ Oh, I can't wait ♪

♪ Oh, I know what you're tryna do ♪

You need me, Spencer?

You, just stand there.

Bruno, take off her clothes.

- Come on.

- Come sit here.

Come sit by me.

Don't worry.

This is a harmless aphrodisiac of my own concoction.

Don't be afraid.

In a few moments,

after the fluid has coursed through your veins,

you will experience the most delicious sensations.

And now, lie down on the table.

No, leave them on.

No, the other way.

Lie with your feet toward me.

Now Bruno, let's see what she's made of.

There was a tingling in my loins

even before Bruno touched me,

but when he did,

it sent electric shocks through my body.

Whatever Spencer had injected into me

made me not only more sensitive,

but at the same time, strangely euphoric.

I just relaxed and enjoyed the caresses of

Bruno's experienced hands and tongue.

- There are what you might call sexual closet queens,

men and women who come to me for amusement

and for satisfaction.

My shows downstairs are designed to arouse

and my bedrooms designed to satisfy.

I think you'll work out very well.

Now go upstairs.

Bruno will show you to your room.

- Not just a queer bird, he has his delusions.

He's always preparing his shows for people,

people who don't exist.

It's one perpetual rehearsal and no performance.

He's been okay 'til now.

His nurse died a couple of years ago

and he is been on the verge of insanity ever since.

You'll sleep here with Nora.

- Sleep with her?

- Yeah, that's right, sleep.

Anything else is up to you.

I'm sure you'll have no trouble improvising.

- Oh, hello.

My name's Maria.

Hello!

Well, I'll take a shower.

Maria.

- Who's that?

My name's Sally, would you do me a favor?

- What is it?

After you finish showering, don't dry yourself.

Just stand in the doorway.

- Alright.

Let me help.

There's only one trouble, Sally.

Let me finish.

- Dry girls excite me.

Please, please!

- Oh! I didn't know you were awake.

I just woke up.

I'm Carla, I take a lot of pictures around here.

What's your name? - Maria.

Glad to meet you, Maria.

- Oh Carla, look at your back.

- Oh, it's nothing.

- Carla, nothing?

- Nothing to worry about.

Who did it?

Did Spencer do that to you?

- Don't worry, it won't happen to you.

- Carla,

are you a lesbian?

- Am I a what?

Last night, Spencer injected me with something

and ever since, all I can think of is sex.

I want to grab you and rip those panties off

and make love to you right now.

- I understand, Maria.

We're all pretty horny around here all the time.

Well, let's just say that Spencer's morning concoction

in our orange juice, keeps us tuned up for love.

tuned up for love.

You're very beautiful, Carla.

Much more beautiful than the girl who slept here last night.

Thank you.

- Do you know her?

- Not really.

Spencer is excited about her.

She's a stripper, yunno?

- I hope she's a better stripper than she is a lover.

- Why, didn't she satisfy you?

- Hardly, she has her own hangups.

- Well, I guarantee I can do better

with you, Maria.

Later Maria, later.

You'd better get downstairs fast.

Believe me, you don't want to get Spencer mad.

- So he gets mad, what can he do to me?

I guess I know that already.

Where's Spencer?

- He's standing over the shadows.

Pretend you don't see him.

- Okay, listen, by now,

I'm willing to go along with anything.

What are those two doing?

- Spencer loves crazy things, believe me.

When it comes to Spencer, don't question anything.

Who's the other one on stage with Sally?

Is that a girl or a guy?

Shh, that's Sally's butch.

Spencer likes to watch the two of them together.

They're pretty wild in bed together.

What do they do?

What do you think?

- Spencer's.

Yeah.

Listen, that's all well and good.

I'm not ready yet.

I just brought a new girl up, maybe she'll work out.

Yeah, don't call me here, you'll hear from me.

Hey, is she really making a pass at her

or, or are they fooling?

Don't worry about it, it doesn't matter.

This is Spencer's private loony bin.

Listen, don't let Spencer hear you talking about him

or you could be in trouble.

- Hey come back to the dressing room,

I have a funny idea.

Watch it, this is gonna be a scream.

Take that, you filthy pig.

You dirty son of a bitch,

get the hell out of here.

- Bruno's practical joke.

Leaves me cold.

Listen, I wouldn't put up with him if I were you.

I wish that creep

would stay away from me for good.

Listen, that new kid is hot as a pistol.

How about getting together with us later?

The three of us could really steam up the place.

Let's get her right now

and take a bath together.

- I can't.

Why not?

- Spencer might find out, I'm not takin' any chances.

Suit yourself.

Okay, but I want to see you later on.

I like the way you do things

and I want to see how you take care of her.

She looks like she can handle a wild animal like you.

I want to see if you can handle her.

That afternoon, the Latin number

was on stage by herself.

To do what, I couldn't imagine.

- Go upstairs, Carla wants you for the pictures.

- Pictures?

- Yeah, go upstairs.

Do you need me up here?

- Yeah.

Spencer's found a real weirdo.

Sometimes I wonder if Spencer makes up all these people.

This one's a guy who likes to see whipped cream

all over a girl, that is, says it's for someone else.

Here's a can of it, go into the bedroom.

- Who let her in?

What's Chiquita Bananas doing on stage?

Peeling?

Shut up, Bruno.

Okay, Maria, write it so Spencer can read it.

Let's get this over with.

Hey, that stuff is cold!

Well, we all have to with a lot for Spencer.

Listen, we've been rehearsing for weeks.

When's he going to put on this show?

I think you'll have a long wait.

You mean there's not going to be a show?

Listen, we're all getting paid, aren't we?

Dora downstairs, right now making love to a clock.

She doesn't ask why.

She doesn't blink or puke.

But, he's so crazy!

- This is not... Arrange something

entertaining for me upstairs, Bruno.

- Sure, boss.

Oh, this is getting disgusting.

Hurry up so I can get this crap off.

It had occurred to me

after those whipped cream pictures

and after the girls' discussion,

that Spencer was probably much crazier than I thought.

And if I had known about the cooch dance

with the flame pot downstairs,

I probably would've packed up right then,

but it was time for more pictures.

- We've got to take some lesbian pictures

for Spencer.

Okay, Carla.

You must be Maria.

I've been hearing a lot about you.

I'm Dora.

I don't think I'll have any trouble pretending

to be your lover.

Come on you two, mash it up!

You're supposed to be hot for each other.

Alright, Dora, look into Maria's eyes as if you loved her.

Okay, that's good.

Come on.

These have to be good for Spencer or else,

I'll be out of a job.

Take your dress off, Dora!

What am I gonna do with you two?

You're like a couple of dead fish.

Is this how you really make love?

Don't just lie there, do something!

Kiss her!

And I don't mean on the mouth.

Come on, it's 1969!

'69, let's go!

- That's enough, it's enough!

He's out of it, you get the hell outta here, bitch.

You've had it, Spencer, you don't know, but you've had it.

You think you're gonna pump Maria full

of your lousy aphrodisiacs?

Not this time.

This time it's gonna be something much more interesting,

something that's gonna make her hate you, Spencer,

hate you as much as I do.

Something that's going to make her

hate you enough to kill you.

Okay, come on, let's get more action in there.

More ecstasy on the face, Maria.

Come on, Dora, get your face in there, push it in!

Good, good.

Now you're getting somewhere!

Jeez, all I ever see around here

are broads chewing on each other.

Can't you think of anything else?

- What do you want, Bruno?

- You two dykes get out of here, I gotta talk to Maria.

Okay, I got what I wanted.

I'll bet!

Listen, Maria, Spencer's got me worried.

I think he might do anything, even kill you.

Kill me?

- Spencer's crazier than you think.

But, why would he kill me?

- A year ago, before he was crippled,

his nurse died. He went nuts.

Since then, he's been doing crazier and crazier things.

His fantasies have been getting

more and more far out and weird.

Last week before you arrived,

I saw him downstairs in the dressing room with Laura.

He'd combed his hair down funny

and had put on somebody else's glasses.

He told Laura to grind her feet into his chest.

He pretended to be in pain.

This wasn't the first time I'd seen him do crazy things,

but it made me sick to see him so degraded and low.

He seemed to revel in groveling at her feet,

while she stepped on him.

He has a thing for feet anyway.

Do you remember how he had you put your feet near him

on the dining room table?

I think the smell of feet gets him excited.

I can't begin to tell you all the crazy things he's done.

One day he had a huge plate

of boiled corn brought to him, nothing else,

just corn on the cob.

I think he just read "The Sound and The Fury"

and gotten excited by the scene

where the guy rapes the girl in the barn with the corncob.

I saw him sitting there presiding grimly

over all those cobs, and for the first time it dawned on me

that he could become dangerous.

What kind of mind could he have

to be doing things like this?

I'd always looked on his eccentricities with good humor,

so that was his bag, you know what I mean?

Anyway, he himself has no sense of humor,

but he is a very comic figure.

Maybe that's what it was.

Whenever Spencer did anything crazy like this,

he did it so seriously.

Here he was sitting down to eat corn cobs

as if he had been studying it all his life

and this was the grand moment.

But like everything else, he had to, had to

make this a big production.

Dora's getting undressed

while he gnawed away on an ear of corn.

I couldn't imagine what could be going on in his head

as he chewed that corn.

She knew what he wanted

and promptly began to go into her act.

She knew he wanted her to lick and chew the corn

as if it were a phallus, so she did.

The only trouble was that

Dora was, kind of, well, non compos mentis.

She did a lousy job of looking erotic and no one,

no one on earth could have gotten aroused

by seeing her sitting there making a fool of herself.

No one that is except Spencer.

He was eating it up, so to speak.

And when she started fooling around with herself

using that corn,

I thought he was gonna have an orgasm.

Spencer was really excited.

He told Dora to take the remaining corns

and move downstairs.

His crazy mind wasn't satisfied with Dora's little show.

Downstairs, he quickly had two of the girls

do a pantomime on stage.

By this time, I was convinced

that Spencer should be locked up.

He was completely insane.

One of the girls started stuffing corns

between the legs of the other.

They didn't know what the hell Spencer wanted to see.

They just did what Dora told them.

I thought to myself, well, this is too much,

not even Spencer could enjoy anything as dumb as this.

But that I saw him back in the shadows and I got sick,

he was playing with himself.

But then it happened.

What I had feared became real.

It really deteriorated too far.

He brought Conchita in

for what was to be one of his crazy photograph sessions.

He told her he was gonna wire her and take pictures

and that he wanted her to look like she was in great pain.

Spencer went berserk, pinching and

squeezing her nipples.

She screamed alright, this time for real.

Stop, please stop!

What do you think you're doing?

Are you crazy?

Don't come near me with that.

Don't come near me with that!

- Before he was crippled, it was bad enough.

Now he's completely deranged,

and capable of anything.

After he killed that girl...

Sure Spencer, I'll send her down.

Yeah, how about wait a few minutes

and then come down?

- Sit down.

Roll up your sleeve.

I'm going to give you another stimulant.

Hello, Helen?

Yeah, everything's going like I thought.

She thinks Spencer's gonna kill her.

Yeah.

I substituted a triple dose,

Spencer thinks he gave her his aphrodisiac.

When she wakes up, she'll be another person.

No telling what she may do.

Spencer.

Spencer.

Oh Tammy, Tammy, what are you doing here?

Has Spencer got you too? Get out!

Get out before it's too late.

Spencer!

Good Lord, Spencer's going to kill us.

Oh Tammy, Tammy, how did you get here?

Bruno?

Bruno, are you a mad doctor?

Don't do it for him, not for him.

I've got to get out, I've got to get away,

I'm going to be next.

I'm going to be next.

Spencer, you filthy swine, you're not going to get me.

Someone as degenerate and corrupted as you

should be killed and chopped up into little pieces

and fed to the dogs.

You won't get me, Spencer, I hate your guts

and I'm going to kill you.

- Hello, Helen.

Are you ready to come over?

- Oh, Bruney, how did you get rid of

all those horrible girls?

- I threw them all out.

The cops took Maria away after she stabbed Spencer.

It worked like a charm.

She really did kill him, and I get the whole place.

It was worth sucking around Spencer for so long,

even though I couldn't be with you, Helen.

- Oh, Bruney, you are wonderful.

See you soon, darling.