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- Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?

- The door wasn't closed good.

You want me to fall out?

- Watch that smart mouth, little sister,

or I'll put a fist on it.

- Oh that's really new.

You've only been beatin' on me since we were kids.

Let's stop and get somethin' to eat.

- We got 200 miles to drive, thanks to you.

- I didn't ask you to come lookin' for me.

- I didn't ask you to run away.

- Look, there's a place on the corner.

- Forget it.

- I haven't eaten a thing all day.

Come on, it'll only take a minute.

- Oh, Christ.

Okay, but hurry it up, and this stays here.

And you better have yourself back in a couple of minutes

or I'm gonna go in and drag your ass out.

Hey, all right?

You understand?

- May I help you?

- Yeah, I'll have to cheeseburgers and a Julius, large.

- Is he tryin' to insult you, Mother?

- Motherfucker!

Motherfucker!

Get the son of a bitch.

- I'll teach you to run away from me!

- Let go of me!

- Stop, you're just makin' it worse.

- Well, if it ain't Drag Strip Charlie himself,

and look what he got.

- Well, well.

Now we know what this fool was rushin' about.

- See Mother, he's too busy for people like you.

- Look, this between me and her.

- Man, Eddie here's a real sensitive dude,

especially when some jive ass honkey

near wipes out his ride.

- And you wouldn't want Mother getting uptight now,

would you?

- When Eddie gets uptight, he gets mean.

- Say baby, is this dude hasslin' you?

- She ran away, I'm her brother, all right?

- Oh funny, I'm her brother, too.

- Hey baby, is this dude really your brother?

- I never saw him before this afternoon.

- All right.

- Lying little brat!

- Oh baby, there you don't need to worry.

We wouldn't hurt a fine old thing like you.

- Let her go!

- Oh man, where's your cool?

We wouldn't do anything you wouldn't do.

Yeah.

- Hey Bonnie, if these dirty niggers are gonna--

- Did you hear that, Mother?

- Man.

I'm gonna teach you a lesson.

You ain't answered to nobody for a long time.

Ow!

Hey, don't!

- Bastard.

Stop it, bitch.

What you lookin' at?

- Well what'd you do that for?

- None of your business.

Where you going?

- Oh, I don't know.

- Cigarette? - No, no thanks.

- Last one, anyway.

- You got a safety pin?

- A safety pin?

- Yeah, I ripped my blouse.

- Oh, did you?

- Maybe I could just ask that diaper man over there.

- Oh yeah, he has something to stick you with, I'm sure.

I'll see.

- What are you carryin' a gun for?

- To avoid the hassle of being raped.

Can you dig that?

- Thanks.

- Got any money?

What's your name, mine's Pat.

- Bonnie.

- Know where I slept last night?

- On the beach?

- You too, huh?

- Yep.

- Well, I guess there oughta be some schmucks around here

with some bread.

- Is that what you're looking for?

- Damn right.

And you better get hip to it,

or the world'll screw you, too.

You know, you have nice hair.

In fact, you're pretty foxy.

Men really go for you, don't they?

You look like a little kitten.

Oh, shut up, stupid.

- Oh, he's cute.

I wish I had a dog like that.

- I wish I had a car like that.

- Hey Beebee, leave those girls alone.

It's all right, Beebee won't bite you.

- Beebee, that's a funny name.

- He likes you.

- Dogs always like me.

- This is quite a car.

- Thank you.

It'll do about 140.

- Oh really?

Then why don't you take us for a ride?

- Where you do you wanna go?

- Hm, Luna Beach.

- Okay, hop in.

- See that road up ahead?

Take it.

- That's not the way to Luna--

- The road, I said.

- Pat!

- Okay, okay.

- Don't try that stunt again.

Now take that road, and I mean it!

- All right.

All right.

- Stop the car.

Get out.

- What's this all about? - Move!

Shut that damn dog up.

- Beebee, be quiet!

- What's the matter with that dog?

- Oh, he knows there's something wrong.

You can't fool a dog.

- A cat fooled you.

- Listen, this is ridiculous.

I thought you were a couple of nice, nice chicks.

- Shut up and keep walking.

Sit down.

- Where?

- On your ass.

Where do you live?

- Las Tristes.

- All right, smart ass.

Where in Las Tristes?

- 20 Ocean Drive.

- You got any money?

- Search me.

- Oh, we'll do that.

Have a look, kitten.

- That's it.

- How come you don't have any money on you?

- I just left the house for a quick jog.

Now look, what's this all about?

I thought you were just nice girls.

- The son of a bitch gave us a ride

'cause he thought he could lay us.

- Oh come.

- You thought we'd be nice to you, didn't you?

Give the nice girls a nice ride in your nice fast car,

and we'll all have a nice, long screw.

- How can you say that?

That thought never entered my mind.

- Why not, you a fag?

- He looks like one.

- You married, queenie?

- Yes.

- To a woman?

- Of course.

- Where's your wife?

- She went into town.

- What's she doing there?

- Thursday is her day to have her hair done.

- Anybody else there?

- Look, if you just put that gun away,

then I could.

All right.

- Tie him up, Bonnie.

Use the rope.

- What rope?

- The one to his bathrobe.

Get those hands back.

I asked you if anybody else was home.

- No.

Oh now listen, you girls are too smart for this kinda thing.

Do you realize what you're doing?

- We're tying your nice strong handsies

with the rope, schmuck.

That's what we're doing.

Is that tight enough?

- Sure.

- It's too tight, it hurts.

- Good, now get his feet.

Use the shoelaces, dumb dumb.

Isn't he precious?

You know what I think?

His wife has two poodles.

The four-legged one, that's the one she loves and kisses,

and this schmuck.

What's your name?

- Dan, Dan Daubrey. - What, what?

I can't hear you-- - Dan Daubrey!

- You got any money at home?

- I never keep any cash in the house.

- Don't lie to me, lover boy.

- Look, if it's money you want, I'll write you a check.

- A check.

- Now you must really think we're idiots.

I'll bet you there's some cash in that house.

- If it's money you want, I'll get it for you.

I won't tell anybody, my god!

Do you know how people would laugh

if they knew I were held up by two girls.

- Not if you're dead, they won't.

- Oh come on, now.

You're not planning anything foolish.

- We aren't gonna kill you.

- We don't have to kill him, do we, Bonnie?

Here, hold this.

On him.

- Stop it.

My god, are you crazy?

- Where's the money?

- Ah, stop it!

- Where's the money?

- There's money in the house, you can have it.

- Where in the house?

- In the desk.

It's in the desk in the left-hand drawer.

My god it's just, it's just a few hundred for emergencies.

- Well this is an emergency.

Be a man, lover boy.

Where's the key?

- The drawer is not locked.

- To the house!

Where's the key?

- It's in my trunks.

My trunks.

- Get it, kitten.

- You're ticklish.

- Come on, Bonnie.

- Here.

- Stay here and watch him.

- Can't I come with you?

Let's just take his car and keep on going.

- No.

Suppose it's all a lie?

We can't trust creeps like him.

- You're taking Beebee with you?

- Yeah, that's right.

Watch him, kitten.

- What do I do if he tries to get away?

- Shoot the bastard.

- Don't hurt Beebee!

Please?

- And you shut up, or I'll bash your head in.

- How rich are you?

- I'm not rich.

My wife has a little money, that's all.

- You married for money, didn't you?

And now you're sorry.

- Sometimes I'm sorry about a lot of things.

Isn't everybody?

Aren't you?

- I don't know.

- Outside of that Pat, don't you have anyone?

- Tom, my brother.

- Well where's he?

- I don't have any idea.

Who cares anyway.

- Well your father, your mother.

You know, you could loosen these ropes a little.

- I could, but I won't.

- Shut up!

Why in the hell don't you watch where you're going?

- You could find a job.

- Sure, I had a job for a while in a diner.

Every guy that came in that joint

thought he could make me before breakfast.

- You tempt a man, and you know it.

Look at your legs.

- You're looking at them.

- Hi.

- How are you today, ma'am?

- Fine.

- Ma'am, oh ma'am.

Ma'am, ma'am?

Back there at the window.

All I wanted to tell you that Mrs. Daubrey

said for Mr. Daubrey not to forget

to take Beebee to the grooming parlor.

- Oh is that what you wanted, huh?

- I am sorry, ma'am.

- Well forget it, I'll take him.

- Pat's coming back.

Lovebirds.

Forgot to call out, didn't you?

- God damn you, Bonnie.

If you'd have called, I would have shot you.

- No you wouldn't have.

- Now your friends are really gonna have a laugh.

You must've been scared stiff

or you would've noticed.

- God, I feel sorry for you.

- I don't feel sorry for you.

- You know what you are?

A cheap little hunk of flesh.

A piece of meat that's on sale for a few lousy bucks.

- Bastard.

Bastard.

Now you can bark your fucking brains out.

- You know, you're gettin' gray.

Just like Beebee.

Gettin' to be an old dog.

If I let you run away, would you back to your wifey-poo?

- Ow.

- Oh, that must hurt.

I could tell Pat you got away.

And I couldn't stop you with a water pistol.

Wasn't my idea to hurt ya.

I don't wanna hurt anybody.

Sometimes I wanna hurt the whole world.

- Bonnie.

Bonnie, untie my hands.

- Everything okay, kitten?

Thanks, sport.

I've got everything in the car.

- What happened to your hand?

- Fuckin' dog bit me.

- Where is he?

- You can scrape him off the coast highway

if you get back quick enough.

- You killed him?

- No.

- You better believe it.

- I wish she'd bitten off your hold hand.

- What the hell kind of friend are you, anyway?

Or maybe, maybe I shouldn't have left the two of you alone.

- Did you have to kill him?

- All right, I'm sorry.

Hey kitten, I got you a diamond bracelet and lots more.

And 200 bucks.

Look, we can dump the car and go get some new clothes

and get a room with a private bath.

And you'd better not move your ass

for a least a half an hour after we've gone.

And be glad you're alive.

- Yeah, and thanks.

Thanks for not killing me with a toy gun.

- You told him?

I was wrong, baby.

You're not a kitten, you're just a little pussy.

Does this look like a toy knife, lover boy?

You don't believe me?

Want me to test it?

Now you keep your mouth shut.

Can you dig it?

Can you dig it?

- Yeah.

I can dig it, I promise.

- Let's go.

Peace, my man.

- Help!

Somebody, help!

- You dirty liar, you stop! - Bonnie!

- You promised you wouldn't move,

and you wanted me to trust you.

- Bonnie, listen, I--

- I was right, she said we couldn't trust you.

Just wait'll she gets back.

I bet she'll throw you outta the car

just like she did Beebee.

Your wife's lap dog, that's all you are.

Tied up in your own rope.

You wanna bite me, doggie?

- Bonnie, there are so many things I wanna do with you.

- You bite me, and I'll beat the hell out of you.

- Bonnie!

- Where the hell is she?

- Don't go away!

- She said she'd be right back.

She said she'd turn around.

- Maybe she's not coming back.

Bonnie, there was over $800 in that drawer.

Not 200 like she told you.

- So that's it.

That's why she wanted me to come back here and check on you.

She wanted to get rid of me.

She's smart, real smart.

A lot smarter than you or me.

- You should've expected it from her.

- And what did she leave me?

That's what she left me.

What do you want, lap dog?

You're sweating, you're hot.

- Untie my hands.

Untie my hands, Bonnie, and I'll show you.

- No.

I'll show you.

Helpless, the way I've always been.

With your hands tied.

Then I can take, take you.

Before I thumb a ride to, who cares.

- Bonnie.

Bonnie.

You're not gonna leave me here like this.

- You'll manage.

- Bonnie, come back!

Please, Bonnie!

Bonnie!

- Thanks a lot.

- I'll give you a lift, you sure you won't go with us?

- Oh no, I really gotta go meet my brother.

See you later.

- Okay.

- Hey, what are you doin'?

What's going on, stop!

- It's all right, Frank, she's a friend of mine.

Listen, you better start takin' your purse with you, Suzie.

Would you take these, and put that on my bill, and--

- Sure.

- Deliver everything to the house?

Thank you.

You can pay me later, okay?

- Okay.

By the way, my name's Bonnie.

Hey, why'd you try to help me, anyway?

- Well, you just don't look like the sort of girl

that should get in a lot of trouble for stealin' an apple.

Where you goin'?

- I don't know.

- Well I'm about to go up and fix myself something to eat.

If you're still hungry, you can come and join me.

- Are you a painter?

- Yes, I am.

- I'd like to have my portrait painted.

Someday.

Gee, it's so nice around here.

Oh, this is great.

Is it yours?

- Yes.

- You live here all alone?

- Yes.

It was my mother's.

She's dead now.

Studio's in there, and the guest room is in here.

- Wow, neat bathroom.

- Would you like to take a shower?

- Can I take a bath?

- Sure.

Wanna take a bubble bath?

- Oh yeah, great.

- Need some help?

- Thank you.

- You won't keep this old thing, do you?

- I don't have anything else.

Oh that's all right, I'll give you something.

- Oh, thanks.

- Bubbles.

I'll be in the kitchen.

If you need anything, just yell.

- Okay, thank you.

Oh, thank you.

- Bonnie, how'd you like to work for me?

- Work?

What kind of work?

- Well, you're an interesting subject.

You could work as my model.

- You mean, you'd pay me money?

- Not a great deal, but you could live here with me,

and you wouldn't have to worry about clothes

or stealing apples.

- How long?

I don't know.

Listen, you take your bath, and you think about it, okay?

- Okay.

- Bonnie, we got work to do, now come on.

- I'm sick of workin'!

I don't like sittin' for so long.

- Gotcha, gotcha!

Gotcha!

You're beautiful, you little stinker,

but I can't paint you movin', now come on.

Now get that cute little fanny of yours

up to the studio. - Yes, mommy.

How about a swim?

I'm hot, slave driver.

- Hey, you can't leave the little lady out.

- Bonnie.

Bonnie!

- In a minute.

- Come on.

Now!

- See you guys later, okay?

- I thought you were going swimming.

- I changed my mind.

- I told you,

I didn't want you foolin' around with people like that.

- Why not, we're just having fun.

- We talked about this before, Bonnie, you know why not.

- It's getting dark out.

Time to quit, huh, Ger?

- Yeah honey, just, just one minute

and let me catch that touch of sunset on your hip.

- I'm really, really tired.

- I know.

There.

You were such a good girl today.

Thank you.

- Mm.

When's the painting gonna be finished?

- It's all right, there's nothing wrong with it.

- This woman constantly amazes me.

- That's because you're a man.

- Be fair, be fair.

- She does have pretty eyes.

- Glad you know, yes indeed.

- Daddy, buy it for woobie soon.

He just adores it, please.

- I wonder how much it is.

- Oh that doesn't matter.

Price is no object.

- Tell me.

Is this the first show Geraldine has had

since your liaison?

- What's that?

- Liaison?

It's an alliance between two people for a purpose,

two people or more people,

for a purpose or perhaps for a pleasure.

- Oh.

- Tell me, do you find pleasure in Geraldine?

Or is it perhaps that she finds pleasure in you?

- I don't know.

- Ah.

There's Vincent.

- Your versatility is amazing, Miss Mills.

It's so unusual for a woman to paint such an excellent nude.

- I paint landscapes too, you know?

- Oh yes, I know, but I've never know you

to be so completely involved in your subject matter.

- Really?

How interesting.

- Who is the model?

Is she here?

- As a matter of fact, she is.

She's over there talking to Marcel.

- Oh, I think Geraldine is missing you.

- Do you know, I think I'll buy it myself.

How much do you want for it?

- It's not for sale.

- $2,000.

- Dad.

- I'm working on a special frame.

I'll include it for the price.

- Thank you.

- You must really like it a lot.

- A lot?

- Where you gonna hang me?

- Over my bed, naturally.

Will you move it framed and ready?

- I'll have it delivered to you in a few days.

- Thank you.

- Who is he?

- Don't you know?

That's Vincent.

Vincent Stackman.

He owns this whole gallery.

He's a very wealthy young man, but a very strange fish.

- Bonnie, can you listen to that music a little less loud?

Bonnie, turn the radio down!

- Did you say something?

- No.

Lunch is almost ready.

When you gonna learn to cook, Bonnie?

- When I get married.

- Well, if I reasoned like that,

we wouldn't eat very well, would we?

Have you seen my glasses?

- No.

- I knocked, but no one answered.

- That doesn't give you the right

to just walk into my house.

- My apologies, Miss Mills.

- Bonnie, you forgot to lock the door again.

- You want me to go lock it now?

- No, not now.

Can I help you, Mr. Stackman?

- Oh, I was hoping that new frame might be ready.

- I told you I'll have it delivered.

- Well I fear I'm impatient,

and I was wondering if you'd started anything new.

- Well, as a rule, I don't show my unfinished paintings.

- I should like to see it.

- Bonnie, will you take Mr. Stackman upstairs?

I'm going to change, I'll join you in a minute.

- Oh, sure.

- Thank you.

Ah, yes.

Splendid, splendid.

- Do you buy everything you want?

- Everything.

Tell me, my dear, would Geraldine mind

if I took you out one evening.

Does that mean she will mind?

- I don't know.

- Why should she?

- Can't you guess?

- Oh, really?

What a waste.

- Are you going to buy this painting, too?

Or do you only buy nudes?

- You know, my dear,

the great artists of the past,

they never completely painted their models in the nude,

but always hid their most intimate parts.

You see, they believed that by revealing everything,

a woman lost her mystery, fascination.

- Do you believe that?

- Well perhaps it's true in art, but in life, who knows?

Ah, Miss Mills.

I was just admiring your lovely view.

- Really?

- You not only create beautiful pictures,

but you surround yourself with all things beautiful.

The painting is superb, I love it.

- Thank you.

- Well I mustn't keep you from your lunch any longer.

So please forgive the intrusion on your privacy, Miss Mills,

but I like to see an artist in their environment.

It helps me to give some sort of insight into their work.

- An accurate one, I trust.

- Oh yes, yes.

I understand many things now.

Again, I apologize, Miss Mills, I really did knock.

Oh, and Miss Mills, when the painting is finished,

remember I'm interested.

- Have a good day, Mr. Stackman.

- Bye, Mr. Stackman.

- Enjoy your lunch.

- Holy smokes.

Bonnie, will you stop that?

- It's late and I'm tired.

Aren't you?

- Yes.

All right.

Go to bed.

- Good.

- I can't hear you!

- I said, will you need me?

You need me in the morning?

I wanna go into town.

- Why, do you need anything?

- Just window shopping.

- I'm sorry honey, I will wanna use you.

- Oh.

You love that painting more than you do me?

- Well I know the painting will never disappoint me.

And I do wanna finish it, Bonnie,

and the sun is best in the morning.

- You're lying.

You just told me yesterday

you do your best work in the evening.

- Lying!

How dare you call me a liar.

Window shopping, eh?

All you wanna do is shop around for a customer

to buy your cute little fanny.

- We're always working, and there's no action here.

Place is dead.

Gerry, why can't you like men?

Some guys can really turn you on.

- They can turn you on, Bonnie.

I like men, just as I like dogs until they try to bite me,

or you until you try to lie to me.

Come here, honey.

All right.

We'll drive into town tomorrow.

What do you want me to buy you?

- A man, mommy.

Buy me a man.

I was just kidding.

Help me get undressed, will you?

- I like you best in the dark when I can't see you.

Then you're as I wish you were.

In bed, I can close my eyes and just feel you.

You make me happy then, being what I want you to be.

- What's that?

- Sounds like someone broke a window.

Drop the knife.

This gun is loaded.

Bonnie, go pick up the knife.

To what do we owe the pleasure of this visit?

- I haven't had anything to eat in two days.

I didn't think anyone was home.

- And just in case there was,

you were ready to use this knife.

- Gerry, he doesn't look like a killer.

- Bonnie, you can't tell a killer by the way he looks.

- I'm gonna call the police.

- Lady, give me a break?

- Gerry, please.

Maybe this is the first time

he's ever tried anything like that.

He really looks starved.

- Don't get too close, Bonnie.

- Thanks.

- What's your name? - Ron.

Lady, I don't have a job,

but if there's anything you want done, just try me.

I'll work my tail off, honest.

- Gerry, the windows really need washing,

there hasn't been a man in this house

since the plumber came to fix the sink.

- We haven't needed a man, Bonnie.

- Gerry, he's hungry.

- And thirsty, too.

And I bet you wouldn't mind breastfeeding the baby.

The baby with a long, long knife

who came here to steal.

I'm calling the police.

Watch him.

- Operator.

- Give me the police, please.

- Is this an emergency?

- Well, yes.

- Gerry quick, he got away!

He ran down the stairs.

Hey, you can hide in my room.

Quick, before she comes back.

- You're crazy, I gotta get outta here.

- Do you wanna run into her?

Do you want her to shoot you?

Quiet.

Gerry, are you all right?

Did you find him?

- No, he got away.

But I'm really glad, it would've been a hassle.

- Do you mind if I stay in my room tonight?

I really got a bad headache.

- Not at all.

It upset me, too.

- I'm gonna lock my door.

- I understand.

You go to bed, and I'm gonna board up that broken window.

- Gerry, Mommy, let's not go into town tomorrow.

I want you to stay here and fix the picture.

- Okay, good.

All right, you get a good night's sleep,

and we'll start off in the morning.

- It's okay, I got rid of her.

- Baby, she's one weird chick.

Hey, how do I get outta here?

- You can't, not till she goes to bed.

- Hey, thanks.

- How long you been out on the street, anyway?

- I don't know, I sorta lost track.

- You got a family or a home?

- Hey no kiddin' baby, I gotta split.

- What are you always in such a hurry for?

- If that damn dyke finds me,

she's liable to shoot my balls off.

- Tell me I'm pretty.

- Oh baby, you're beautiful, but it's not the right--

- Bonnie.

- Bonnie.

- She's busy, it's okay.

- Hey, you don't dig her thing.

- I dig your thing.

What's the matter, don't I turn you on?

- Oh baby, Bonnie, you really do,

but you gotta--

- I hear footsteps.

- She's coming back?

- I was just teasing, Chicken Little.

- Don't leave me.

She's still asleep.

- Then I better split.

- You're always in such a hurry.

- I wasn't in no hurry last night.

Look, it's been cool staying here,

but I gotta get the hell out.

That chick's crazy, she could've killed me last night.

- Don't worry about it.

She just talks big.

She's not gonna hurt you.

And besides, I've got it all figured out.

Now you're gonna leave,

and I'll stay here for a few more days

and then I'll meet you.

- Meet me?

Bonnie, I don't have any bread.

- See, I can get money out of her if I really tried.

- Yeah?

I mean it'd be neat to stay here, though.

I mean, it's neat after the places I've crashed in.

You know, I could really keep a place like this up.

I'm really good at fixing things.

- You sure are, you fixed me.

Hey, maybe you could fix her.

- Hey Bonnie, try and understand something.

I just can't get it on with just anybody.

- Well maybe that's all she needs is a guy like you.

- Not that bitch.

- You'd rather kill that bitch, wouldn't you?

- So he ran away, did he, Bonnie?

Come into the studio, we're gonna work.

- Ron, don't go, I'll see what I can do.

- Did you have to hurt me like that?

- I couldn't help it.

I needed a, you gotta understand that, Gerry.

- Why in the hell is he still here?

At least you could've spared me that humiliation.

Now you get him out!

And we'll get rid of the bedsheets

and we'll never talk about it again, ever!

- Mommy, couldn't he stay?

- Oh, what a stupid question.

And take that thing off.

- I like it!

- You had it on when--

- I didn't have it on when.

You're jealous!

You hate him because he can give me the one thing you can't.

Oh Gerry, why can't you be a woman.

- I'm satisfied to be who I am, Bonnie.

- He leaves, I leave.

I'm gonna go get dressed.

- Bonnie!

Bonnie?

- Ron.

- Ron?

Ron?

What is she doing?

- I think she's getting dressed.

- You can't stay here, you know.

- I'll wait for her outside.

- You should never have tried to break into this house.

- Yeah well sometimes, you gotta take a chance.

- And sometimes you lose.

- Hey lady, couldn't we just forget it, huh?

I'll wait for her outside.

- You'll wait a long time.

Ron.

Don't forget your knife.

- Yeah.

- Ron.

- Ron!

You killed him!

- No Bonnie, you killed him.

Operator, give me the police.

Yes, it's an emergency.

This is Geraldine Mills at

I just shot a burglar.

Yes, he broke into my house

and threatened me with a knife.

Yes, 817 Harbor Road.

Thank you.

Bonnie?

Bonnie where are you?

Bonnie?

- What you need is a change, away from all this.

May I make a suggestion?

Why don't you get away from a while?

Away from Geraldine.

The police are probably looking for you, too.

- I don't have any money.

Where could I go?

- Oh, that's hardly a problem.

I have a lovely house, high on a hill.

No one would think of looking for you there.

Would you be my house guest for a while?

- I don't have any clothes.

I left everything at Geraldine's.

- Look what just came in.

I know you're gonna wanna try this on.

- Oh, I can't make up my mind.

- This really isn't a hanger dress.

You wanna see it on her?

- Well thank you very much for your opinion, Miss,

but the one she's wearing fits her to perfection,

we'll have that one and the others I've chosen, thank you.

Yes, excellent my dear excellent.

- Here you are, Mr. Stackman, just as you ordered.

- Ah, thank you, thank you.

Oh excellent, excellent.

My dear.

- How cute.

Thank you.

- My pleasure.

- If you're ready for dessert, I'd recommend the baklava.

- Nothing more, thank you.

The meal was excellent.

Just bring me the check, will you?

We'll have dessert at my house.

A very special dessert.

Lila's very fond of it.

- Who's Lila?

Mm, this is good.

This is the best ice cream I've ever had.

- Well, thank you my dear.

It's my own special recipe.

The secret ingredient is goat's milk.

- Goat's milk?

You're kidding.

- No. - Really?

- I had it made especially for my pets.

- You spoil your pets.

- See Lila already loves you.

But I'm afraid you must play with her tomorrow.

'Cause now it's time for her to go to bed.

- Where does she sleep?

- Well I'll show you.

This is where Lila and her friends live.

- He's waiting there.

- Ah, miss Mills.

Let's have a look at it, shall we?

Let's put this here.

Ah yes.

Good, but not up to your former work.

There's a touch of melancholy there.

Your blue mood, shall we say?

- I didn't come here to be analyzed.

You asked me what I've been doing, this is it.

- I'm sorry, that unfortunate incident in your house

couldn't help but unnerve you.

Still, the publicity hasn't been bad for you.

A number of people have been begging for your work.

- Sell them, then.

- You are edgy, Miss Mills.

Perhaps you've been working too hard.

Perhaps you need a rest.

- Why are you being so nice to me?

- Well why shouldn't I be?

You're an artist, I'm a collector.

We need each other.

Look, I have a number of your paintings hung in my home.

It would give me a great honor

if you would come and see them.

- Perhaps some other time.

- Oh, perhaps you'd change your mind

if I promised you an unusual surprise.

- I don't believe any surprise that you could come up with

would interest me, Mr. Stackman.

- Even if it involved your favorite model, hm?

We could make an occasion out of it, have dinner.

Eh?

- I'll call you this afternoon.

I'll be right down.

No hurry, I'll wait here.

I'm so glad you agreed to come.

Don't be frightened.

Quiet Zucari.

Quiet, we don't want to frighten Miss Mills,

now do we?

You can say hello to her.

Say hello to Miss Mills.

Good girl Zucari.

- Why is he still barking?

- She.

All of my pets are shes.

I'm the only male in the house.

Zucari keep barking because she wants me to play with her.

All females want to be played with, you know.

- You're not serious.

- Well, come in.

Well, what do you think of my house?

- Isn't it rather large for just one male?

- It's my domain.

I like lots of space around me.

Five rooms on this floor, four upstairs,

and then of course, the basement.

- And you live here all alone?

- Hardly alone.

I mean, you Zucari outside, and uh,

here is my angel fish, Angelique.

And over here is my charming cockatiel Diana.

And hiding somewhere around here

is a beautiful Angora cat, Lila.

She used to scratch.

Cats have claws, you know.

- And I have nails.

- But I had hers extracted,

and now she no longer scratches.

- Poor Lila.

- Ah, here she is.

My lovely Lila, oh yes, my pets love me.

But I must punish them when they deserve it.

Miss Mills.

Won't you sit down?

- You know I don't intend to stay long.

As a matter of fact, I'm beginning to think

you promised me that surprise just to get me here.

- Miss Mills, may I call you Geraldine?

You see, I have a feeling that we resemble each other.

Well, at least in one respect.

You see, I have a feeling that we are both very possessive.

- Are you trying to frighten me?

- Fear becomes a woman.

Fear is part of a woman's love.

- Perhaps I'm not a woman.

- Perhaps you haven't found the right man yet.

You women, you always have great expectations,

and still you never know what to expect.

- I know exactly what to expect, my dear Mr. Stackman.

I expect you to try to seduce me.

You won't succeed.

- My dear Geraldine.

I don't seduce women, I make them my pets.

- Oh, and that's what you expect of me?

That's very interesting.

Tell me, will you walk, me in the park

and throw me a biscuit every once in a while?

As a matter of fact, I shall leave now.

- No, listen please.

Before you do go, I'd like to tell you some more things

about myself.

- I don't think I'm interested.

- Please, this affects you directly.

Please.

You see, I don't go out very much, I--

- Oh, I see.

A quiet evening at home with the fish gulping

and the bird chirping and the cat mewing

and the dog barking.

How idyllic.

- Yes, but lately I have found myself

getting lonely and bored.

Well, a man needs variety.

- Have you thought of trying a monkey for a change?

Or perhaps some white mice?

- Oh, my dear Geraldine,

my imagination soars much higher than that,

oh yes, much higher.

You see, I sometimes see in my mind's eye a zoo.

- A zoo?

- But not with the usual animals, oh no.

In my zoo, there would be only women.

- Women?

You put women in a zoo?

- Oh, but they'd adore it, I assure it.

- I always knew you were a bit odd, Mr. Stackman,

but I didn't think you were crazy.

- But Geraldine, imagine it.

They'd have no responsibilities,

they'd be well taken care of, they'd be fed regularly,

splashing about in the water, playing in the sun,

being mated regularly.

And if one mate were not enough for you,

you could have another and another.

- That's fascinating, simply fascinating,

but I'm not looking for a male to be mated with.

Now if you'll please take me home.

- No, no Geraldine.

I have a surprise for you, Bonnie.

- Is this your idea of a joke?

- No.

- Where is she?

- You miss the real Bonnie, don't you?

Eh, she ran away from you, she came to me.

See, I tamed her.

- Then you do know where she is.

- Obviously.

- I want to see her.

- She wants to see you,

it was her idea that I should bring you here.

- You've slept with her, haven't you?

- Would you blame me if I had?

- Listen, all I wanna do is--

- See Bonnie, of course.

I'll fetch her.

- Mr. Stackman!

Vincent!

Vincent!

- Gerry. - Bonnie.

Oh.

Bonnie, I can't believe you're really here.

- You see, I haven't forgotten you and the fun we had.

- Oh Bonnie, why did you run away?

- You know why.

You killed Ron.

She should be behind bars.

- Bonnie, don't talk like that.

Let me look at you.

Somehow you look different, you've changed.

- Indeed, she has changed.

Should we drink to change?

Bonnie, Geraldine.

- What about you, Gerry?

- To a happy threesome.

- I'll see you later, won't I?

- Of course you shall, my dear.

We shall all see a great deal of each other.

- Vincent!

- Geraldine.

- Bonnie?

- Gerry.

- You should be cautious, poking into strange corners

of an old house, my dear.

Who knows what you may find.

- Is Bonnie down there?

Why are all the doors locked?

- When I came to your house,

you scolded Bonnie for not locking the doors.

You see, my dear, I'm learning from you.

- What do you want from me?

- You still don't know?

You tempt me enormously.

And I'm going to have you, Geraldine.

I'm going to possess you.

- You are absolutely utterly insane.

You can't possess me, I'm a woman, not an animal.

- Women treat men like animals, don't they?

Taking over their jobs, trying to be superior.

Disguising themselves as lawyers and politicians.

Running factories, giving us orders.

Trying to take over the world.

Giving us orders.

Us, orders!

- Well what's wrong with that?

- My mother ran my father's business.

She made a lot of money, but she ruined his life.

- Well maybe he needed her help.

- The only help a man needs from a woman is in bed,

and that's where she should be kept,

not out trying to run the world.

- Why should that upset you?

- I was an assistant director of a fine museum.

The curator was about to retire,

but he was killed in a plane crash.

And who do you think took his place?

Me?

Oh no, no.

The female he had married a year before

whose only qualifications were between her legs.

Sitting behind her fine desk asking me questions,

the answers to which

were far beyond her infantile comprehension.

More than once I wanted to grab her by her elegant coiffeur

and drag her across that desk

and take that ruler she played with and shove it.

- But you didn't, yeah, you were afraid.

- More and more women were engaged to take over.

Women giving me orders.

Now I'll shall restore them

to their proper place, Geraldine.

I'll teach you what you're made for.

I'll show you who the masters are.

I'll show you what you're made for, possession by a man.

You wanted to be with Bonnie?

Now come, she's waiting for you.

You see, my dear, when I first walked Bonnie here

she was a little wild and unruly, but now she's tame.

You see, these are the animals you would find

in a conventional zoo.

Yes, my dear.

But this little vixen,

she was especially fond of Bonnie when she first came,

weren't you, my dear?

And that's an orphaned she wolf being punished.

Here's Joan.

She was a little nervous when she first came,

weren't you, my dear, yes, yes.

But now she's all right.

You see, all of my pets, they love me.

Because I trained them.

No, Aphrodite.

And this is one of my prized possessions.

- Bonnie.

- Hello, Gerry.

- You keep her in a cage?

- Well, it's very comfortable there.

There's plenty of room for two or three.

- It's inhuman.

- It's not inhuman, Geraldine.

A little unusual, perhaps, but you know,

more men should follow my example.

What do they do instead?

They allow their wives and mistresses

to put them in cages.

- It's like a bad dream.

This can't be real!

Let her out of there!

- Why, I often let her out.

Many a night you'll find her lying at my feet

on the rug upstairs, playing with Lila.

Often she spends the entire night in my bed.

Women are such creatures of habit.

And such creatures can be trained.

- Bonnie, I'm gonna get you out of here.

Where is the key?

I'm not gonna let you do this to her,

now get her out of there!

No she's not your pet!

Why do you look at me like that?

- I've never seen you so excited.

Your eyes, blazing like a lioness, your cheeks aflame.

You're a beautiful woman, Geraldine,

but a proud woman who must be broken.

- Now I won't listen to you!

Now give me the key!

You can't keep her in there!

- In the beginning, Bonnie used to shout,

you can't, you can't!

But she soon found out there's no such thing as I can't.

- You must hate women.

- Oh, I love them.

- In cages.

- All I ask if for them to be women instead of frauds.

Look at her, what a superb instrument of physical pleasure.

- Bonnie, how did he ever lure you in here?

I'm taking her home with me.

- To make her your pet again?

- Bonnie, how can you laugh

when you're being forced to live like this?

- Live like what?

Do you mean to tell me that a girl forced to go to work

in a crowded subway or bus in an office every morning

in a steel beehive sitting behind a typewriter

grinding out business letters

or lists of meaningless figures,

finally to be let out to go home, dead tired,

only to start all over again the next morning.

Such a girl could become deranged.

But Bonnie, leading a simple life of sensual pleasure.

You fear for her sanity?

My dear Geraldine, which of us is the more insane?

- Please, let's not argue.

Just open the gate and let her go.

Please, Vincent, open it for me.

- All right, Geraldine.

If that's what you want, I'll get the key.

- He's insane.

Does he beat you?

- He used to.

- I'm sorry, my pet.

I had to do it.

You had to be tamed.

But you'll be happy.

All of my pets are happy.

- Now he only does it if I'm bad.

- Bonnie, you don't know what you're saying.

How did this happen to you?

- When I ran away, I didn't have anywhere to go,

so I went to the gallery.

Vincent said I could be his house guest for a while.

I played with Lila, then he asked me to put her to bed.

- And this is where Lila lives.

- Oh, how cute.

And when I did, he shut the door and locked it.

He called me his pet.

I thought it was a dumb joke,

but when I tried to get out, he laughed.

Vincent, Vincent!

Vincent!

- Somebody'll be looking for you, Bonnie.

- For me?

- Well somebody'll be looking for me.

- No, Gerry.

He stuck a note in your mailbox saying you left.

He'll go back and get rid of your things

and make it look like you've really gone.

He's smart.

- Ah, the lioness has spirit, I like that!

Now, now.

Begin the training.

Now breaking her.

Oh no, it's most important to train first, not to break.

Isn't it, Bonnie?

Now.

Shall we begin?

On your knees.

On your knees!

Down, I said.

Down!

Over there!

Go over there.

Crawl, crawl, over there!

You see, I always keep my promise.

To a happy threesome.

Go on!

Over there, there!

Go on inside, that's it.

Get the tunic, Bonnie.

- Ooh, what a pretty color.

Goes nicely with her hair.

- Yes, I had it made especially for her.

- Please, you got Bonnie, please, what do you want with me?

- Show me a man who's satisfied with one woman

and I'll show you a liar!

- To a happy twosome.

- Bonnie!

Bonnie, Bonnie!

Bonnie!

- Bonnie!

Bonnie!

- Bonnie!

- Bonnie, come back!

- Bonnie! - Bonnie, come back!

- Bonnie! - Bonnie!

- Oh Zucari, good dog, good girl.

Oh Zucari, be a good dog, bye.

- Where you goin'?

- Anywhere you are, lady.

- Get in.