All language subtitles for Blutjunge.Verfuhrerinnen.2.1972

7.

Next 9.

This is Sanford griever.

Cause you help me out.

I'm looking for a secretary right away, a
stenographer, one who can type as fast as I dictate.

How fast you do.

I take my time.

Got just the man for you.

Oh, no, man.

No.

You see, I write screenplays.

I need a woman's help.

Yes, sir.

I'll send someone right over.

That'd be great.

Your address, please?

10, full or straight.

And your name, sir?

Gregor.

A million thanks.

I wonder what kind of girl fate
has in store for me this time.

Good afternoon.

I came in answer to your call.

I'm Ruth brown.

Well, hello.

I didn't expect anything like you.

Same here.

This is your kingdom fit for a queen?

I was.

Told you're a playwright.

I've already typed all kinds of scenarios.

Why kind you.

Haven't?

Here's some paper I'll show you.

The wizard I am.

You mean a witch?

You can type.

Is it for TV?

No.

It could never be shown to children.

But it's a movie.

I thought.

A skin flick, right?

Hell, the cheaper the tricks,
the greater the success.

Okay, give the word.

Now where do I start?

The other writers I've typed for
have always had lots of imagination.

Someone have even made
people like Andy Warhol blush.

Believe you me.

Scares.

Miss.

Please type exterior day.

Saint Anton and Jarlsberg.

Seeing an American
girl taking skiing lessons.

Now bend your knees.

Remember, those are skis, not marshes.

You're skiing on slippery
snow, not on the sand TV, a, me.

Try it again.

I'll never leave.

You will relax.

Keep your knees flexible.

Don't stand there like a wooden engine.

Glide down.

You're standing there like you
had a plastic cast on bow's legs.

Now put your knees together
and bend them the position.

That's all there is to it.

Right?

Again, I know a lot of positions, but oh.

It, you've gotta relax.

Keep your body below the waist, flexible.

Your knees must be supple.

Don't tighten up your behind, otherwise
you'll wind up with a stick between your legs.

And should that happen on the slope, it may
not be as pleasant as you think, miss Marx.

Hey, I'm gonna be so black and blue I won't be able
to show myself to anybody in my new bathing suit.

Think about showing yourself
riding on skis sometimes.

I've got a better idea, DOC.

Let me show you the sport.

I am a master in a
sport no one beats me in.

You don't say.

I may become champion of the world.

Oh, you make me very curious.

You didn't give me any hints
that you wear so talented.

Sunny.

Boy, you're gonna be surprised
about my hidden talents.

Show me just that much hidden talent in you
and I'll be satisfied let's put it to the test.

Now.

If you could ski like your kiss.

Well, you're away past the elementary
station there, but it doesn't prove a thing.

I still have to look deep into the matter.

Come up to my room.

But I'll have to think over.

And besides, I'm booked up by other American
girls for the next few days, but the.

Others don't have as many bruises as I do.

I'll have to check that.

I want to show you my come and see them.

Please.

Up with your love.

Get your pretty posterior
off that cold snow.

Which goes to prove I feel
more at home lying down.

No UPS and downs.

That's life for you okay, cool.

Now, isn't that a wonderful view?

She looks even better in front of a
mirror than she does on a mountain slope.

I wonder why.

Well, didn't you Swiss over here?

The doors are made to be
knocked on before entering a room.

Or couldn't you wait to see my bruises?

I ran all the way here with this tube, a.

Tube of ointment.

I hope you'll spread it on.

Oh, I'll do anything that may help.

Please lie down.

I'll be the patient.

You play doctor.

Why shouldn't I?

After all, a doctor would
charge you for the service.

And how am I supposed to repay you for
everything you're doing for poor little me.

I see you need a massage, too.

Oh, that comes from all the
movement and all the sunshine we get.

I'm.

So sore.

Carry me to bed.

Okay, hang on.

Keep your knees relaxed and
don't tighten up your behind.

Now, keep your body nice
and relaxed like I've told you.

All right, turn over, boy,
isn't that something?

This should do the trick.

It always does does it hurt
now, let's put someone here.

Drop it in.

Nice.

Keep your behind relaxed.

How to use your hand.

With the behind as beautiful as yours.

My hand works without me.

It's inspired.

It even likes to go its own way.

I see.

It finds your back beautiful, too.

Well, it's had enough of your backside.

Come on, turn around.

Yes, doctor.

That's it.

Oh, that's a big one.

I'm really going to have
to work that one over.

I'd better take off my sweater.

Come to think of it, I'd better take off my
undershirt, too, otherwise I'll get it all sweaty.

Now let's get down to business.

There.

How's that?

Starting to feel better oh, not yet.

Well, I know what you need.

You seem to be one of those cases
where I'm forced to take drastic measures.

But don't worry, I'll leave you satisfied.

Years of experience.

Alright, if I join you, you're
not like most American girls.

They usually talk your head off.

I don't know.

Tell me.

You do take the pill, don't you?

The pill don't need pills the way I do it.

Why the hell didn't you say so?

You could have warned me.

At least I'm not going to stick my neck out
for a girl who doesn't take precautions.

I'm getting out of here before I
have to start paying Ali money.

What?

And I'd better not tell
you what I think you are.

Well, how do I get my poor little
disappointed rose back on her feet, all right?

I mean, how do I get her off her feet?

I mean.

Oh, what?

I mean.

Did you say her name was rose.

A.

Rose by any other name
would smell as sweet.

Then why not call this episode to a wild.

Road?

Shut up?

In.

Any case, I O rose a happy end.

Why not.

Give her several.

Happy answers?

I thought I told you to shut up.

Yes, sir.

Now, let's see, if that stupid ski instructor hadn't been such a square,
rose would have stayed at that resort enjoying her skis and her bed.

But under the circumstances, she
decides to change her hunting grounds.

What does that mean?

She flies the coop.

Oh, she takes her bags or skis or soar back
and hops onto the next train leaving town.

May I make a suggestion, sir?

Well, if it's a good one, why not?

Well, when she gets on the
train, let her board a sleeper.

Peter said one of those
European couchettes.

Just think of the possibilities.

Kid.

Have you got a thing about group sex?

Me?

Forget it.

All right, she bought a cushion.

And they're off.

I can't wait to hear what happens.

She walks down the corridor
looking for a compartment.

She's all alone.

Go on.

The suspense is killing me.

She finds her door, opens it, and
yes, enters, closing the door behind it.

She pulls the curtains and turns
round to inspect the compartment.

How many.

Men are there in there?

Staring at her with hungry eyes.

Rose, trying to appear cool and casual.

But how do you expect her to act cool and casual
with all those naked men eyeing her like that?

There's one guy in pajamas fast.

Asleep.

Nos.

Here comes the bride.

Du.

IDE.

Hello.

I'm glad to meet you.

I haven't had a traveling companion
as lovely as you and all my life.

I'm awfully tired.

I think I'll get to bed immediately.

I can only sleep with everything.

Off.

Oh, very helpful.

Sleeping in the raw has been
one of my vices since childhood.

Why call a device?

It does not harm to anyone and
it gives others so much pleasure.

Besides, a girl with your
proportions can do anything she likes.

Say the word.

If you'd like me to help you in any way.

I mean, if you have any
trouble unhooking your bra.

Or anything, just whistle.

You don't beat around a bush.

Oh, I'm not aggressive.

I'm basically the shy type
really, I'm as gentle as a kitten.

But with a proper encouragement,
I can't be as ferocious as a dragon.

Oh and that's a lot of encouragement.

Mm hmm, mm hmm.

Well, what happened to you?

Have a fight?

My skiing lessons were murder.

I kept falling all the time.

I'm all bruises.

The ski instructor thought I was a
hopeless case as far as skiing goes.

Oh, but he was terrific otherwise.

He even massaged my bruises with a wonderful
salve, though he wasn't obliged to.

But I'm still black and blue all over.

It looks very interesting.

Do you think so?

Anyone would think you are a female wrestler
who can make a fellow cry for mercy.

I can make him cry for mercy.

I don't see why I shouldn't find
out for myself if you're bluffing or not.

But.

Only if you wish to challenge me.

You're really very
brave even to consider it.

Tell me, don't you think
it's time you stop playing?

Juliet, to my Romeo, why don't you come
down from your balcony so we can chat?

Yes, why not?

Hello.

What are you sitting over there for?

I thought you wanted to wrestle.

Get your ass over.

Here.

Nice to meet a girl who's so open minded.

Where you're from.

Oh, I'm.

From Montana, but I've been
living in Europe for the past 6 months.

My name's rose.

What's yours?

A rose from Montana.

My name is.

Roland roll and.

Let's drink to our meeting.

I come prepared for everything.

In Switzerland.

Another surprise.

Drink up.

Roland Moore's surprises are coming.

You have no idea how many.

Now, come over here.

Don't you think we ought
to go into a clinch now?

Mm hmm.

I.

Why don't you make yourself comfortable?

That's better.

What?

That drink was strong.

I think I'm going to have
to take my things off.

The heat is killing me, Leo.

That's better.

Well, here I come.

Hello.

Bring you down.

Wonderful.

How wonderful.

Please.

Well, that story certainly isn't
going to win you the Nobel prize for.

6.

Listen here, that story isn't finished yet.

Oh, I've just given my rose
a touch of happiness, that's.

All.

Well, why didn't you say so?

You.

Didn't give me a chance to.

Here, I'm giving my rolls a rest.

Well, her next traveling companion arrives.

Let me finish my story.

Well, well, well.

A mixed compartment.

How many stops is the train going to
make before she reaches her destination?

As.

Many as my imagination
can invent without getting too.

Swell.

But don't let your
imagination run away with you.

I'm sorry.

Did I wake you?

I thought I might have been
put in the wrong compartment.

This is where you belong or
don't you like girls near you?

Oh, on the contrary.

I understand you just want to
get some sleep and it's too hot.

That's how I feel, too.

To tell the truth.

This is my first ski vacation.

I'm black and blue.

All over, you poor thing.

I know just how you feel.

Here.

Thanks.

I feel as if I had broken a couple of ribs.

Well, here, this may help.

And maybe some of the ointment I put on my.

Bruises.

I'd love a drink to your health.

I think I'm going to like this trip.

You Europeans always make
the sweetest compliments.

Do you know I think you and
I are gonna hit it off just fine.

You are right.

It is hard in here.

Why don't you make yourself comfortable?

I don't embarrass.

Easy.

Yes.

We might as well make with
right as enjoyable as possible.

Why waste time talking?

Those girls at the ski
resort were so stuck at it.

Sure is great to meet someone who knows what
she wants and doesn't put on a lot of air.

Is coming, baby.

Give it to papa.

Now.

That's what I call a.

Man.

Oh, she's at it again.

What a man in all my life.

How do you like that?

You mind if I make a call?

Help yourself.

Calling the agency.

Just a girlfriend of mine.

Does that mean the calls
going to last for hours?

You can always deduct it from my work time.

Keep.

Standing there like that
and I'll do something else.

Now, what is that supposed to mean?

Concentrate on your next story.

That's exactly what I'm doing.

It takes place in the middle ages.

There was this Maiden.

In those days, the ladies of the castle dressed in lovely gowns,
would wave daintily to the knights departing for the tournaments.

Or in the middle, or
you'll never hit those pins.

Whether the weapons of the opponent hit their Mark or not, the knights, thinking of the lovely maidens at home, picked up their weapons for
the next round after round they fought, and their thoughts often turn to the key in their pocket, the key to their mistress's chastity belt.

My.

I'll never learn.

It really deserves some minus point.

Sugar.

I give up.

I'm gonna get complexes if I don't
knock a pin down every now and then.

I'll show you how it's done.

I am the greatest.

What alternative did the ladies have other than drink succulent meat
while their beloved knights at faraway places played with their balls?

This is but one of
these ladies in distress.

The clever Guinevere be
thought to out fool her Lancelot.

Lack of human warmth made her ingenious.

The Seychelles belt gave her no peace,
so she decided to get rid of it somehow.

What the hell's got into Kirsten?

If she goes into the men's locker
room, she's up to something.

Guinevere removed herself to one
of the private chambers of the castle.

She would free herself of
the chastity belt by all means.

She started by removing her outer apparel.

One after the other, they fell.

She was determined.

In the meantime, however, the
men concentrated on their balls.

Guinevere struggled and
struggled to get out of her things.

Her lovely white skin shone in the light.

At last, she stood there
with only her chastity belt on.

Putting her strong hands on the
belt, she forced it over her slim hips.

But the perpetrators of this
world have always existed.

They were there to take advantage
of sweet, innocent Guinevere.

Times haven't changed that much.

Isn't that our petty boy sneaking away?

He's playing the part of don Quixote,
going to console his beloved Mannheim.

Well, at last.

I thought you'd be in distress.

I am.

I would have come right off.

But those guys, some of them act as if they had a lease
on you, too busy counting bowling pins to notice I'm gone.

Let's make it a quickie mm hmm.

Lady Guinevere, having been denied amorous advances
for so long a time, shyly admired her paramour.

But common to human nature, she finally threw all precautions
to the wind, which, as you know, most women still do to day.

So in a way, she was
centuries ahead of her time.

She thought, grab the bull by the horns.

And she did.

Balls and tournaments.

That's all my Lancelot has in mind.

I'm going to have a ball, too.

And she did.

Pity how to make a man happy.

I know you guys.

Oh, sugar, you made me wild.

You're driving me crazy.

Guinevere felt her
knight knew his business.

Like so many things in the
world, it ended with a Big Bang.

Goodbye.

Have a good time sure.

But you know, sugar can't get enough.

I get you.

I'll go and see what she's
up to, as if you didn't know.

Say hello.

The next night, passing through the lands, galloped toward lady guinea's castle, certain to find an accommodation as
was customary in those days of old the lady was only too glad to have the chivalrous knights, one way or the other.

And she was also getting used to them, feeling
free to go in and out however they wished.

She did everything to please them.

But sooner or later, they
were forced to take leave.

Did you have a good time, man?

The sky's a limit with that thing.

I think it's my turn now.

What do you say you keep score?

Don't cheat.

One handsome knight followed the other.

You see, word got around
and so they went in and out.

It was a game as old as Adam and Eve and Lucifer, who tempted
them to sink their teeth into the forbidden fruit, the apple.

Sweating.

Isn't this better than bowling.

If Eve had offered Adam bowling balls instead of an
apple, just think how different things would be to day.

I don't think even he
could have bitten into them.

But alas, it was apples.

And thanks to the apple, lady Guinevere had to live
and love with and without chastity belt and taboos.

You look big.

That game could wear out a regiment.

But her fame as beautiful hostess
thrived throughout the lands.

They came from far and wide to
see if she was all they said she was.

She disappointed no one.

Boy, they're as big as bowling balls.

In our age, she would have
been elected miss bowling.

Balls.

Our adroit lady.

Guinevere soon gained enough experience
to compete with the best of them.

Her reputation grew and her beauty and skill
were made unforgettable in many Psalms and poems.

An emancipated woman at last.

I.

Thought you'd like a story about
an old fashioned girl as as that.

To tell the truth, you act as if
you knew a lot about us girls.

However, you don't know a thing about.

Us.

Tell me.

Don't you think there's a chance
you and me could compare notes?

I've had lots of experience with women.

I'm here to type.

Alright, now let's take a handsome young
man like me, inexperienced and shy like me.

Are you kidding?

Let's call him.

Herbert.

And he has a hobby.

Oh, motion.

Pictures.

Old ones.

Why not?

Well, I don't care.

Herbert possesses the
disposition of a lap dog.

Night after night, he sits next to his projector
watching the motion picture industry and the making.

Everything would be hunky Dory
except for his lovely neighbor, Anne.

Who slams her door, and rightly so.

I would.

Too.

Well, anyway, Ann has her reasons.

Herbert's attention is being
distracted away from his movie.

A smart girl, not a bad idea to shake up a
guy who has nothing but old films on his mind.

After all, why shouldn't a
girl go after what she wants.

If she only knew how she's
not getting what she wants.

The nerve of him.

Wire.

No, it's not that at all.

It's just that he's had his eye on her for a long time,
but he's just too shy to look her straight in the eye.

Well, now he knows everything about her.

For instance, it must be Friday.

Why?

Well, she's wearing her black undies.

I fell for.

It.

Oh, suppose I tell you what
your aunt is thinking now?

All right, go ahead.

Well, she's thinking, what am I
gonna do about that boy next to her?

I look at him as if I were going to
him, but he doesn't seem to notice.

I'm going to have to do
something awfully desperate.

Hey, that's not bad.

Why don't you write a book sometime?

Thanks.

Maybe I will.

Well, she washes just.

In case.

Of what?

Very funny.

Go on.

Well, Anne decides to take
matters into her own hands.

While she washes, she has a brainstorm.

Junior is still watching her.

Anne has had enough of waiting
around for Herbert to take the initiative.

There's nothing left to do
but to spell it out for him.

She put some Chanel number 5 in that water.

And if that doesn't get him, nothing will.

Well, the moment of truth has come.

She who hesitates is lost.

Oh, she went to bed.

That's it for today.

Nos.

Oh, how do you like that?

Be out.

What's wrong now?

What?

How?

I got in here through the door.

But why are you staring at me like an ape?

Never see a naked girl before?

Well, no, I, I mean, yes, but I
mean, I've never seen one like this.

I, I mean, it's you and all of.

Your thing.

Of course.

But I mean, I've never, you see, I mean.

Stop talking, Herbert.

Sticks and stones.

What?

Oh, you mean I.

I should.

You want me to.

That is.

I shouldn't.

Is that.

What you mean?

I see.

Well, this certainly is a big surprise.

After all, I never dreamed that you are.

Oh, excuse me.

I guess I am talking too much.

Well, I'm sure you understand that I
always wanted to, you know what I mean?

God sake.

Stop talking.

Show me.

Mm hmm.

This is.

You smell good.

Thanks.

It.

Chanel number 5.

Oh, you're trembling.

I.

I've got ghost pimples, too.

Best.

Oh, oh, by the way, this book might
help you learn something about women.

Oh, yes, I've read that book already.

It's very interesting.

Is that where you get your.

Experience?

Hey, wait a minute.

Was it worth your awhile?

No book can teach me anything new.

If it's a matter of the birds and the bees.

Does that mean you've done it all?

Maybe not all, but I can't complain.

Aha.

Well, lesson number 7, to properly awaken your body and bring it to its peak
condition, the human being must train it like an athlete would for the act of love.

Your area of practice should
be the solitude of your bedroom.

A bedroom.

Suppose we take a
sportswoman for our story.

Excuse me for laughing, but it's so
funny to see a man imagining what girls.

Do, a bed.

And if we see a cute trick, a high school
co ed, be bet, and she's learning theories.

Which she will turn to practice later.

Exactly.

But she can't at the moment
because she requires a partner.

So let's write in a class excursion or a
school outing or something like that for.

Okay.

Okay, now she's in bed.

That'll do for the beginning.

Perfectly.

Right.

You do have to leave the film
director some freedom to work with.

Say, why don't you read the next paragraph
so she can start getting ready for the next.

Lesson.

She just read the last one.

Since she's smart,
she's still digesting it.

My, you're impatient.

A girl who needs that long to digest
anything should forget about learning.

Not every girl is as far in as you are.

Is that an.

Insinuation?

No, just that abetted is going to
turn out to be a sexy little thing.

I.

Suppose everybody has to start some time.

I bet you started a long time ago.

The poor girl isn't sure about what she has to
do, but she's starting to get the feel of it.

Tell me, how long is it going to take her to get to
the more refined points, like whips leather and so on?

What?

Oh, skip it.

You know what?

You are a sex fiend.

Don't be silly.

I just like sex.

Like abetted.

But anybody with as little sex
appeal as you wouldn't turn me on.

See, baguette's advantage over you,
she doesn't need anybody to turn her on.

Tell me who turns you.

On beside you?

Bridget bar do.

I guess I'm obliged to ask you now, who sends
those icy tingles up and down your spine?

Elvis Presley?

Rock.

Wow, she made it.

Shoo.

The main thing is she
doesn't go to the dog.

But.

Because the girl is such a good.

Pupil, you're furnishing her
with an appropriate partner.

Right?

I doubt whether your abetted
would be satisfied with dolls anymore.

Yes, she's at a stage where she'd
appreciate cowboys and Indians more.

Or a real vampire?

Well, I'm willing to let her go to an old castle,
but let's leave the bloodsuckers for some other time.

Oh, what a pity.

I just adore vampires.

You must consult your psychiatrist more
often, but that, too, is another story.

Let's go back to abetted.

She's traveling through
Europe with a group of students.

One day, their teacher decides to
make an excursion to an old castle.

It has the quaint old name of con castle.

Oh, isn't it lovely?

It's a Maltese castle.

Isn't it?

You're not as stupid as you look.

Thanks.

OK, kids, pipe down.

I'd appreciate your attention
for just a couple of minutes.

This old castle of the
knights of the malarkey.

Cross was, hey, now wait a.

Minute, what's the matter now?

I.

Thought you were writing
a screenplay for a skin flick.

All this stuff belongs in a travelogue.

Holy Moses, have you got a one track mind?

Well, I'm just trying to be helpful.

Then.

Try helping me by giving me a chance
to develop a story around abetted.

I can't have her in
bed all the time, can I.

But you got to find a partner for her.

You can't let her go solo forever.

What about the bus driver or the teacher?

Nah, that's the way it's
usually done in these flicks.

Why not go back to the old
fashioned boy and girl routine.

That's a.

New one.

All this Missoula and this swing bears
the emblem of the order, the Maltese.

Froth hold his Methuselah
on every bottle of equipment.

Well, this is the oldest
section of the castle.

Ever try this stuff?

I prefer whiskey.

Now, please try to behave and don't let
me catch any of you smoking a cigarette.

And that place got me.

Well, you're on your own for the next hour.

The bus leaves here 3 o'clock
sharp, so don't go too far.

No matter what you do.

Well, what now?

We don't have to go into the castle.

Let's play tag.

You're in.

Aren't you ever gonna grow up?

What are you doing tonight?

Oh, good morning.

Did you say?

Oh, I know.

Get down.

Let's wait till it gets
quiet outside, okay?

I just hope chuck didn't
see me come in here.

He suspects.

Something.

You aren't fooling around
with him, too, are you?

Don't be silly.

You're my guy.

Hey, babe, where are you?

The beds?

Where did she run off to?

Any idea where?

Vistas?

Nope, any beat us?

You're my guy, love me.

What a racket they made.

I don't even hear them.

Darling, you've got so much on.

You make me feel naked.

I don't know why.

I can't get enough of you.

Every time I see you, I
get the funniest feeling.

I can't wait to be alone with you.

Do you like.

Being with me?

Sure.

Tell me how much.

Tell me.

Hello.

It seems baguette's young
man is chapters ahead of us.

Where did he learn this?

He must have been reading some of
the books his father had hidden away.

Oh, but.

Oh, oh, oh, hurry up the bus.

If some of them seem a little more quiet than they were when
they came, it's probably because they were horsing around so.

Much.

Children usually have lots of energy.

Take the.

Best little friend, for example.

Don't tell abetted.

Okay, will I see you tonight?

You bet your life you will.

I'll pick you up about that.

Okay?

You swear it.

No, listen, swear it.

When I say I'll come, believe me, I come.

Promises.

That's life I wouldn't mind a school full of
pretty girls requiring some sex education.

I'm positive you'd have more than
enough food for inspiration today, right?

I'm also positive.

Oh, well, suppose we start a new one?

Don't you think you'd like
to have a crime story now.

Where someone is murdered?

The nymphomaniac duchess.

Isn't it a crime story?

Yes.

She gets murdered during a show.

A duchess young, yes, kill.

The beautiful young duchess is accustomed to picking
up men to have sex with during a picture show.

And our killer is accustomed to picking
up his victims during a picture show.

The duchess, of course, in order to
disguise herself has put on a blond wig.

She had seated herself next to the man
she took a liking to from the very first.

While pretending to be
fascinated by the happenings.

On the screen, a famous sex
bomb is solely disrobing herself.

She endeavors to get in
contact with her neighbor.

No luck yet.

He's sitting there because he's hiding from the
police who are searching the streets for him.

He's very cold blooded.

Up on the screen, however, Tamara baron is
demonstrating how easy it is to get bumped off.

Never, I would never betray you.

I'll do anything you wish,
but please don't leave me.

Cut out the sweet talk.

I'm sick and tired of.

You squeal and when someone
squeals on me, he's happy.

I wouldn't, no, never.

Don't leave me.

I'll do anything you say, anything.

I love you.

Please, please believe me, if you put the cops
on my tail, I swear to you, I'd never do that.

You can have everything I have,
my money, my jewels, take everything.

But don't leave me.

I fall for you and your
blah, blah every time.

But I warn you, if those stinking pics get anywhere
near me, stuck praying, no, why don't you believe me?

What do I have to do
to make you believe me?

Please take me in your arms.

I'll make you happier than
I've ever made anyone before.

You and I together, happier
than ever before, please.

Oh, yes, yes, I love you.

Take me.

Kiss me.

Oh, oh, dig my darling, I'm all yours.

Please kiss me.

Please kiss me again.

A, you hear that they're coming, you dirty.

I shouldn't know, but before they
get me, you'll be on your way to hell.

Well, it looks like she's in for it.

Yup.

She's gonna get it.

But he's.

Such a harmless.

Looking boy.

You shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

I'd know a murderer if I saw one.

You think so?

Yep.

All right.

So our duchess is too horny to notice.

I feel.

So sorry for her.

No, believe me, put a stop to your house.

Nobody betrays me and gets,
oh, oh, oh, oh, B D, you asked for it.

The cops get me.

They'll have one good
reason more to hang me.

You should have known
you were playing with fire.

It's too late now.

Oh, isn't this exciting?

She has no idea she's in
the hands of a notorious.

Killer, right?

All she's thinking about is getting
her hands on him, his hands on her.

And of course, since you're endeavoring to keep the quality of your story at the same high
level, you're going to omit all the dirty dialogue ordinarily required at this point, right?

Exactly.

The powder room's good anytime.

Don't make no difference
long as you can cut the mustard.

Oh, my goodness.

How are you going to put the rest of
this story on paper without getting mean?

After all, didn't you say she
was a duchess in a toilet?

Well, she called it a powder room.

That proves she's a duchess.

Besides, by the end of this episode, she'll
end up with least a knife stuck in her.

Since the duchess feels nobody would ever recognize
her, she lets all of her inhibitions go to blazes.

And our murderer, well, after all he is a man, puts aside his lust for blood for
his lust as a lover, put her lust and his lust together, and what have you got?

A storm.

No passionate love.

I'd like to remind you that the murderer
will have to get a knife from someplace.

Should you let him undress completely.

We'll cross.

That bridge when we come to it.

Let me concentrate on how to get
these 2 together in so little space.

That problem is difficult enough to solve.

Any suggestions.

No.

All right.

Let me think.

Won't work like that.

But where there's a will, there's a way.

How's that for a beginning?

Now comes step 2.

And with a little help from the duchess,
things are progressing quite well.

Nowadays this is called in.

Step on it.

Her life's in danger.

At this point.

She asks him whether he likes it better
here than he will on the electric chair.

Whereupon he stabs her to death.

The police arrived just in time.

Oh, you're such a ham, you.

Why not be different, write
something new for a change?

Exactly what I had in mind.

Bet you this one hits home.

Hey, did you read this magazine yet?

The mystery continues.

Listen, the lovely 19 year old black girl Samantha, aka known as the black pussycat
in nightclub circles and in the underworld, has been missing for more than a week.

Attempts to trace her whereabouts have been
futile thus far, but they are continuing.

After terminating her strip tease act at the
world famous Aladdin bar, she said goodbye to all.

Samantha, however, never reached her home that night,
and her disappearance is still a great mystery.

I don't understand why the
disappearance of a should concern you.

So what does a campus
housewife like you understand at all?

Sometimes a husband needs a piece
of meat without having to fed to him.

You need a man like my guy, Johnny.

Bye, Johnny.

He knows what the score is.

He could teach both of you more
than you will ever learn from anybody.

All I know I Learned from him.

And a good school cost a lot of money.

Hello, Samantha, remember me?

I was the one you picked up.

When was it last year
or was it centuries ago?

We hid it off.

Swell, my black twisty cat.

It was nice having a real
woman in my arms for a change.

I never forgot that evening.

Remember me?

You laughed at me
because I was such a square.

You said, well, Samantha, that was there.

I've loved a lot.

I've Learned a lot.

Want some lesson?

Okay white boys have been living, too.

Who needs money?

I want love.

No, come and get it.

Love for free.

Free.

3.

I need you, cement.

I need my memories of.

You.

I need you too.

I never forgot you.

You are so big and strong.

Lie down.

Remember how I talked to be gentle.

How to with your heart.

Remember, sharp blue, we have.

Jump with the bumper.

Remember, remember,
very happy shun wow, station.

Human baby, waiting.

Oh, so many.

I never forgot you.

So many the.

The owner of the Aladdin bar where Samantha worked believed she must
have put away quite a bit of money during the 3 years she appeared there.

Samantha was once married to the well known band leader John a cab a the police believe that
she may still be alive, although everything points to the conclusion that she was murdered.

Evelyn, are you listening to me?

Hey, Evelyn.

My chocolate covered Johnny.

How sweet you were and how
brutal you liked me, didn't you?

You were the panther.

I had always wanted.

You and 100 girls like you.

I know.

Please make sure.

Didn't I ever tell you I had a wife?

Remember?

She's beautiful too.

Show.

Did I ever tell you I was.

Married?

Channels don't know about it.

Okay.

Germany.

Mind if I take.

This off?

If you do, you must keep it all away.

Okay.

I.

John, that hurts so good.

You point for.

Good morning.

Kill me.

Shall we?

Waiting?

Ready, please.

Liquid, even.

Go out there.

Some narcotics were also found on the premises, several
ounces of plus the paraphernalia required to inject it.

Traces of absent and were
found in a breakfast best cup.

Otherwise, nothing indicating
the use of force or violence.

Furthermore, they discovered bundles of money stashed away, which
the police confiscated you didn't hear a word I said, did you?

That gossip?

Nope, you're right.

Butter, was that.

Good night.

The dreams of the frustrated
bourgeoisie, how they can vary.

Honestly, I wouldn't mind getting to know
such a chocolate covered Johnny better.

Well, I think I'd pity any guy
you tried to get to know better.

Let's not get personal.

Why don't you think up a story full of vitality featuring a lion
tamer who snaps his whip at women to make them jump through a ring.

My stories are still too tame.

Start typing.

The lion tamer.

No.

Ma'am.

The drivers exterior knight.

Hold.

Your horses.

Give me a second to
insert a piece of paper.

Now come some real tn.

Oh, what are you going
to do with the driver?

I'm not.

Going to do anything with you.

I'm going to conceive someone for him.

Let's say like a hitchhiker
of the opposite sex.

Driving by night.

This one needs air.

Hey, how do you get
some service around here?

We're short of help.

Want a job?

Doesn't pay much, but you
meet the craziest drivers.

Come on, fill her up.

Yes, sir.

I'm not in the mood for jokes.

Hi there.

Can you give me a ride?

Where you going?

Wherever you'll take me.

Okay, I've been great, thanks.

I love to ride these big old trucks, and I
love someone we can with, especially at night.

This is a big one.

I like em big, believe
me, I've seen quite a few.

Glad to have you on board.

I liked you the minute I saw you.

I think we're gonna have
a lot of fun warm in here?

Mm hmm.

Nice.

You've got a good build.

Well, you'd have big muscles, too, with our
work, especially when we transport big stuff.

Mm hmm.

Good.

Say you want to bet you could lift a flyweight
like me with the pink of your left hand.

What's flyweight about you?

Around firm and fully packed.

Just the kind of curves the
driver lights, especially at night.

No joke.

It's dark tonight.

Did you mean it?

What?

You like curves the other drivers, I mean, the ones who were nice
enough to give me a lift, they never complained about curves either.

No reason to.

Okay?

No bra or anything.

Understand?

Hey, I dig you mm hmm.

You're nice.

Mm hmm.