All language subtitles for Suburban Secrets (2004)

Alright darling, show me sexy.

Oh yeah.

This is sexy. You are so hot.

Hold it right there.

That is good. Hold it right there.

Oh yeah.

That's it.

Shit.

Who could that be?

No one has his number.

You better pick it up, girl.

It might be important.

Laura Spencer here.

Hi, Laura.

It's only your big sister, Winnie.

Hope I didn't catch you at a bad time.

Right in the middle of a photo shoot.

But you caught me in
the middle of my break.

What's up, sis?

I couldn't wait to give you
the news about Aunt Cynthia.

She's been dating your old boyfriend

and my boss, that eminent
local attorney, Nelson Nyland.

So you told me last week.

Well, now they're talking about
taking an apartment together.

Isn't that great for Aunt Cynthia?

Are you there?

Yeah, it's great.

You don't sound pleased.

Cynthia is 15 years older than Nelson.

14.

But that doesn't seem to be a problem.

When they talk on the
phone, they talk dirty.

Dirty but cute, like
details about how great

the sex was last night.

Louise and I have listened
in on a couple of their office

phone conversations.

You girls better watch your
asses with your eavesdropping.

Nelson Nyland is your boss.

I really miss you, sis.

I do wish you'd make
time to pay me a visit.

I love you, Laura.

There, I told her.

Are you satisfied?

She has a right to know.

She seems stunned.

Well, do we know when she's
coming to Walden Springs?

She'll be here.

Come on, let's just get something to eat.

Bad news?

Nothing I can't handle.

Someone back home in Walden
Springs is doing something very foolish.

Jen, I'm gonna need
like two or three weeks off.

Well, we really shot some great
pictures for the next issue of Breezy.

My editor is going to cream in
her panties when she scans them.

Two or three weeks?
I'm sure gonna miss you.

Janine, you are a wonderful photographer.

And a lovely, crazy, mad shutterbug.

Your nuttiness is part of your charm.

Laura, I have a confession to make.

I've never mentioned
it before. I was afraid

it might impair our
business relationship.

But I have a terrible crush on you.

An awful schoolgirl
crush. I've had it for the

year and seven months
that we've worked together.

That's sweet.

It's not sweet. It's painful.
I'm in love with you.

It's not me that you're in
love with. It's my image.

The one that you put
on film. More beautiful

and enticing than
I am in real life.

It's you I'm in love with. No image.

Those golden moments between
shots when you're just yourself.

And more naked than any
photograph I've ever taken of you.

You are crazy.

Nyland and Nyland, attorneys at law.

Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Schneider.

Actually, Mr. Nyland is at the county seat

looking into the Riggs
and Company complaint

concerning your case at the Superior Court.

It's Muriel Schneider, Miss Nyland.

I'll take it in my office.

Miss Schneider, Miss Judith
Nyland has just walked in.

I'm going to transfer
your call to her extension.

I'll bet as soon as they are alone,

Mr. Attorney at Law Nyland
fast strokes little Miss Schneider

till her brass bedstead plays
eight bars of the Charleston.

What a sick imagination you have.

Miss Schneider's in her late 50s.

So he likes older women.

Besides, he and Aunt
Cynthia have sex every night

and more than once.

Okay, so then that proves
he likes older women

with very hot panties.

What a sick imagination you have.

Oh, don't be so naive, Winifred.

They say that Nelson
Nyland is a tireless lover.

He could easily diddle Miss
Schneider in the afternoon

and still stick it to your auntie
two or three times a night.

Cynthia's entitled.

She's still beautiful.

She has a stunning body.

She's single.

And she's horny.

No wonder your mother moved to California.

Hey, my mom's a widow.

She's free to do whatever
it takes to make a new life.

Or maybe she was embarrassed
to live in Walden Springs

with a nympho sister like Cynthia

and a daughter who poses
nude for men's magazines.

Aunt Cynthia and Laura had
nothing to do with Mom's leaving.

Okay, then perhaps there
is some truth to the rumors

about Nelson and your mother.

I don't know why I put
up with your shit, Louise.

It must be my irresistible,
obnoxious charm.

Oh, by the way, Winifred, will
you please do me a big favor?

I've just got a duplicate
key made to my front door,

and you know I'm always
losing it and locking myself out,

so could you please put
this in a safe place for me?

Come on in, Nelson.

How did you know it was me?

What other man would it be at
this hour but my darling brother?

Look like you're getting ready for a date.

I just picked this up at Hamilton's.

How does it look?

On me?

It's exquisite on you.

Here's the result of my search on
the litigants past in the Schneider case.

I'm thinking one or two of these
documents might be relevant.

I'll look them over at
the office in the morning.

You're still the best
looking kid on the block.

How about I take you to Donnelly's
for corned beef and cabbage tonight?

Sorry, sis. Cynthia's
expecting me for dinner tonight.

But it's been weeks
since we dined together.

Good night, sis.

I am so hot for you.

I just think you are plain hot.

You'll never guess what I'm not wearing.

I don't think I have the slightest idea.

What could it possibly be?

You dirty boy.

Get your hand back down there.

Get your ass in there.

You know, it is so
nice to relax after a hard

day at the office with
a good friend and a

good bottle of French wine.

One thing bothers me about today, Louise.

Why did you push me so
hard to call my sister, Laura,

and tell her about Nelson
Island and our Aunt Cynthia?

Now there's a name with a ring to it.

Cynthia.

Editor and publisher of the weekly rag,

the Walden Springs Gazette.

Yes, it's Miss Cynthia Barkley.

Lay off the sin bullshit.

Just because my aunt
has sort of a reputation

for having lots of boyfriends
and never got married.

Oh, come on.

Your auntie has screwed more
guys than the whore of Babylon.

I mean, whoever she was.

But why was it so important to you

that I call my sister in
New York City and tell her?

Okay, if I tell you,

you must promise to
keep it a secret between us.

Of course.

I'm your friend, aren't I?

My very best friend.

Okay, so you see me as
this legal secretary, right?

Okay, well, I'm really,

I'm really a novelist.

You, a novelist?

Have you ever been published?

Not yet.

But I'm actually currently
writing an expose

on a small town much like Walden Springs,

revealing its dark underside.

Where does my sister
Laura fit into this picture?

Oh, come on.

Glamour queen returns to hometown?

That should fill two chapters in itself.

You do understand.

Anything that hurts my
sister or my aunt hurts me.

Yeah, but I would never
do anything to hurt you.

Oh, baby.

Let me kiss that glazed
donut off your face.

God, I need that as often
as you can give it to me.

Just move on it.

Yeah.

It's still there.

Oh, yes it is.

Oh, yes.

Play with my purse.

Uh-huh.

More.

Yes.

Yes.

Deeper.

Oh, just...

There.

Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Oh, God.

Oh, baby, you are such a beloved.

All right, go for it.

Yes, yes, yes.

God, ah, ah, ah.

Grrrr, oh.

I didn't please you?

You kidding?

You heard how many times I got off.

I'm sure they heard it in Brooklyn.

And you, you got your
rocks off a few times.

Loudly, I might add.

You did me just the way I like it.

Without any mercy.

It's just because you really turned me on.

I'm in love with you, Laura.

Janine.

I like you. A lot.

An awful lot.

But at the moment, I just...

I don't have time for an
amorous entanglement.

Anything that would stand in my way.

Anyone.

Don't forget me, you mad crazy shutterbug.

Yes, Mrs. Radcliffe.

I know the announcement
of your daughter's wedding

was overlooked in last week's edition.

I'm sorry for the oversight.

I promise there'll be expanded coverage

in next Friday's edition.

I'll take care of it
personally, Mrs. Radcliffe.

Proof sheets for next Friday's edition.

Normally, I give them to Miss Cynthia,

but she seems to be late today.

Good morning, all.

Cappuccino and fresh-baked
donuts for everyone.

Better get back to my presses.

So, where's Aunt Cynthia?

Your dear aunt is
conspicuous in her lateness.

I have to read these damn proofs.

Good morning, children.

Coffee and donut for my favorite eyes.

Thank you so much, darling.

Johnson, what's in the news today

besides Mrs. Radcliffe
and her three problems?

Well, we have a broken water main

on the corner of Richmond and Clearwater.

Young Luke is there in
waiters to cover the scoop,

if you'll pardon my pun.

A late night break-in at
Gilbert's Luncheonette.

Want me to cover the story?

No, that's okay. I
think I'll take care of it.

You hold down the fort here,

and I know the galleys are ready,

so if you could prove them for me.

Right, Chief.

Thank you.

Oh, bye-all. Back in an hour.

My goodness. What energy.

She literally sparkles.

She gets more and more beautiful every day.

Look at that body.

Look at those legs.

Yeah.

Just don't let me catch
you looking too hard.

I'll bet she didn't have
more than a couple of hours

of sleep last night.

Well, if the rumors are accurate,

there are more than half a dozen ladies

who will testify that Nelson
Nyland is an insatiable lover.

Perhaps that's why she looks so great.

Rumors. Those worry me.

Come on.

Don't be such a worry wart.

Rumors can't hurt you.

Something else is bothering me, Johnson.

I can tell.

Come on. Get it off that lovely
chest of yours, sweetheart.

It's my good friend Louise Cole.

She told me she's working on a novel,

an expose about the sexual
goings-on in a small town,

much like Walden Springs.

And she tried to make me promise

to keep it a secret between her and me.

From the beginning,

I knew that young lady was big trouble.

Any gal that doesn't
have a sex life is trouble.

Johnson, since when did you
turn into a typical male chauvinist?

In any case, you'd better watch
out what you tell that young lady,

or you'll end up as a
thinly veiled character

in some smutty tale.

Oh, goodness. How time flies.

I better go. Bye, darling.

No, Miss Schneider,
Mr. Nylund is still not in yet.

I will make sure to have him
call you as soon as he gets in.

Thank you.

Sorry I'm so late.

Well, Madam's been in her office all day.

But for about a half hour now, she's

been stomping around and
running up the phone bill,

too busy to notice your absence.

Why is she so upset?

Well, something to do
with lover boy Nylund.

She's been burning up his phone all morning

and has only gotten his answering machine.

So he's at the Hall of Records.

She tried there numerous
times, and no one has seen him.

Has she tried Aunt Cynthia's house?

I suggested that, and Madam blew her stack.

Frothed at the mouth.

Why would that woman be with my brother?

You mean she doesn't know?

Nope.

Aunt Cynthia's out in
the field covering a story.

I just left her.

Morning, ladies.

Morning.

Any important messages?

Oh, yes.

Miss Schneider called
twice, looking for you.

Twice.

Guess I should give her a call, then.

Oh, and your partner's already
waiting for you in the office.

Thanks.

Uh-huh.

Okay, so you're expecting him in later?

No, don't bother.

Um, I'm sure he'll
contact me at some point.

Looking for me, sis?

God damn you. Don't ever call me sis.

Not in our office.

Call me Judith or Judy
or partner or even hey you.

But don't ever call me sis where
our business associates might hear.

I'll try to remember that.

Judith.

What? Will Louise
inform me that you've been

trying to contact me
all morning? What's up?

I went over the documents you uncovered.

The first is irrelevant.

The other two documents,
however, are eminently relevant.

Especially Judge Lauren's decision.

That alone could win the
case for our Mrs. Schneider.

I worry about you, darling.
Your energy level seems low.

I'm afraid that woman is
draining you of your vital juices.

Are you eating properly?

I know. There's a new Indian restaurant
on Dorset Street. Let's give it a try.

We gave everything a try
when we were kids, didn't we?

I promised Cynthia I wouldn't.

Judith.

Yes, darling?

As you can see, I'm
not wearing any panties,

just like when we were little.

I knew if you could see my
up my thighs, you'd remember.

And you'd come to me.

Too bad we can't share
something really hot.

Food, of course, tonight.

Better get to the Hall of Records.

They're expecting me.

This document is to
certify that the party of

the first part did
willfully and with malice

aforethought trespass.

Too bad we can't share something
really hot tonight tonight tonight

The plaintiff hereby asserts
the party of the first part

aggressively and out.

Progressively.

As you can see, I'm
not wearing any panties.

Not wearing any panties.

Well, that was some big break-in.

I can see the headline now.

Crime wave sweeps through town.

Subheading, $33 ruthlessly
stolen from the cash register

of Gilbert's Beanery.

Oh, my god.

Nelson called.

He's stuck at the Hall of
Records at the county seat.

And he's got an early morning appointment,

so he said he's going
to stay at the local hotel.

Good, that'll give me time
to write the Magnuson op-ed.

Oh, and your niece Laura called.

She's in town.

She's staying at Walden Springs Motel.

My lovely angel-faced niece who shows

her gorgeous body to the world.

You don't disapprove?

Hell no.

I've always said, if you got it, flaunt it.

And our little Laura
has got a lot to flaunt.

I don't know how Winnie
feels about her little sister

as a sex symbol.

I'm not sure how Winnie
feels about my past liaisons

with men.

I don't know.

Winnie takes a decidedly conservative view

of such things.

But sometimes, sometimes
in the privacy of our bedroom,

you can certainly tell she
inherited your bloodline.

I always wonder what the neighbors think.

Oh, screw the neighbors.

Healthy lungs, healthy orgasms.

Gee, Chief, don't tell
Winnie that I told you about.

Oh, please.

Like I would.

I can see the headline now.

Editor's niece Winifred comes loudly.

Johnson, you're going to have
to write the Magnuson op-ed.

Right, Chief.

And remember this.

Nothing makes me happier
than when little Winifred

is moaning in sexual ecstasy.

Well, I'm off to see my niece Laura,

the renowned photo model.

Right, Chief.

Nylen and Nylen, attorneys at law.

Yes, ma'am, who's calling, please?

Oh, one moment, please.

Winifred, it's your sister, the nude model.

Laura, darling, how are you?

Where are you?

You're in Walden Springs.

When can I see you?

Can we have supper?

I work until 6.

No, Johnson works later.

He's a reporter, you know, so he won't

be able to join us tonight.

You'll just have to meet
him at another time.

See you tonight.

I can't wait.

I love you, sis.

My sister, Laura, and I are
having dinner with Aunt Cynthia

at Mancuso's tonight.

I would have suggested you come, but I'm

sure a whole pile of dirty family laundry

will be brought into scrutiny tonight.

I'll bet, and I'm going to miss all of it.

Hi.

Hi, Cynthia.

Yeah.

Oh, baby, let me get a good look at you.

Oh, you are more breathtakingly
beautiful than I remember.

You.

You're ravishing.

It must be that special glow a girl

gets from being loved with
such great intensity and so very,

very often.

Well, Nelson sure does
love with great intensity

and so very often, if I remember correctly.

But you gave him the air
when he went off to law school.

I had a career of my own to think about.

Yes, an actress, either
on stage or in films.

I'll make it yet.

Oh, my darling, you're certainly
lovely enough and very talented.

I just needed a break.

Nelson's perfect for me.

I mean, hey, I'm a hot and horny gal.

He's a passionate and caring lover.

Caring?

You mean he sees to it that
you get your rocks off a lot.

I know he was never hesitant
when it came to giving me pleasure.

Darling, I've always worshipped at
the altar of my own intense orgasms.

Oh, and Nelson, he has left me faint.

And then just a few
minutes later, before I know it,

he's bringing me off with even
greater intensity than before.

I just don't want you to get hurt.

You're 14 years older than Nelson.

You're my aunt, and I love you.

Aunt Cynthia, I've worshipped
you since I was a little girl.

You're the most beautiful and vital
and alluring woman that I've ever known.

I can see why Nelson is mad for you.

It's those lovely nipples.

I've always thought your mother
had the prettiest nipples in the family.

I love you so very, very much.

And I know that you mean well.

And, Elsie, just thinking about
him makes me want to cum.

But, baby, I'm so very,
very happy with him.

Come on in, Nelson.

The door's not locked.

Judith, anybody could have walked in here.

A delivery boy, a mad rapist.

How could you be so
sure that it would be me?

I knew you'd be back.

Tonight.

We have to talk, Beth.

So talk, darling.

Like my perfume.

For my sister.

I know you try hard to forget me.

But you can't, can you?

You'll always long for my body.

And my nipples.

When you come near me, they erect.

That's how it all started
when we were kids, wasn't it?

I was 14.

You were 12.

You loved sucking my nipples.

You never complained.

Complained?

I couldn't get enough of it.

You'd make me come when you'd
do nothing but suck my breasts.

Uh...

Oh, God.

Oh, that's right.

Oh, that's right.

It's not her.

Oh, Delson.

Oh, God. I'm gonna come.

I'm gonna come, Delson.

I want you to put your hand on my clit.

Kiss me

Oh, God.

Now.

Now.

Now.

Now.

I'm tired.

I'm shaking.

A bottle of the red?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, we'll take a bottle of the red.

Thank you.

Man, this is lovely, Auntie.

The lasagna is particularly good here.

I'm sure Winnie will be joining us shortly.

She's only usually running a little behind.

Yeah, so what's her boyfriend like?

Oh, he's a nice, capable young man.

Good reporter.

He's worked for me, I guess,
about, what, six years now?

Yeah, capable.

Have you, uh...

Oh, I have not.

You know, there's one or
two I haven't gotten to yet.

Besides, Nelson Nyland
keeps me very busy, thank you.

Yeah.

There was a time when he kept me very busy.

Are you over Nelson?

Of course.

I haven't seen him in years.

That's good, because I am
very much in love with him.

And to tell you the truth, I was a little
worried that your unexpected arrival here

was going to be an attempt
to break up Nelson and me.

Well, like I mentioned earlier, I mean,
there is 14 years' difference in your ages.

13 years and a couple of months.

Besides, I've always gone for younger men.

Excellent. You can just
pour that all around, please.

Got it. See?

Thank you.

And shall I pour for the third?

Yes.

Grazie.

Buon appetito.

Thank you.

Laura.

Hey.

My goodness, you're lovelier than ever.

Oh, it's from breathing that good city air.

Come in Cynthia, I'm sorry I'm late.

That's all right honey, have a seat.

Well, Winnie, you didn't miss much.

As is usual, the ladies in our
family are just talking about men.

We were discussing your boss.

Apparently, you are
the only one, well, the

only one of the
feminine part of our tribe

that Nelson Nyland hasn't penetrated.

Or has he?

He never. And he never tried.

Hey, do you think he did Susan?

Mama? Do you think he diddled Mama?

Probably wouldn't have had time.

I was occupying his nights, and
he was attending classes in the day.

And his sister, now his law partner,
was screwing in between times.

And besides, by the time
that Nelson and I broke up,

Mama had already split to
the sunnier climes of Bakersfield

and found a new bed partner.

Nelson, Nelson.

Soak the tits. Soak the tits.

Oh, fuck yeah.

Oh, oh, I can't, I can't.

Hold me.

Hold my nipples.

It's not gonna come off.

Don't stop.

No, no, no.

You know how much I love that.

Now. Now. Now.

What else did I want?

Oh, Winnie, careful.

That grape juice will leave
a bad taste in your mouth

if you overdo it.

I think Winifred needs the vino to cushion

the image of Nelson
Nyland servicing our mama.

But you said it couldn't have happened.

No, I said it probably
couldn't have happened.

Nelson Nyland is very energetic.

Yeah, anything's possible.

By the way, where is your lover boy?

Unfortunately, he's spending the night

at a motel at the county seat.

He's got an appointment at
Hello Records in the morning.

Yeah, right.

Oh, God, how I love your mouth.

I want it on mine.

Oh God, oh God.

Now.

Oh, don't stop.

Oh, oh, I'm gonna cum.

This night was really fun.

Thank you for that great dress
and all that sexy underwear.

Stop it.

You spent a fortune on me.

You're my sister. You're worth every penny.

I'd enjoy shopping more if
I didn't have this headache.

Maybe that's because you drank more
than a whole bottle of wine last night.

When I got home, Jocelyn
had to stuff me into bed.

Yeah, well, Jocelyn should have just plain
stuffed you, if you know what I'm saying.

Doing an after-whole bottle
of wine can be pretty great.

Jocelyn is too kind and considerate
to do that to me while I'm tipsy.

What do you guys do in bed every night?

Play video games?

Whatever we do, we're very content.

Yes, Mrs. Gary, yes, we did receive
notice of your granddaughter's birth.

And rest assured, it will
be in next Friday's edition.

Excellent, thanks Mrs. Gary.

Love dog.

You know, if I had somebody
to answer the phones

and, I don't know, maybe
type up these articles,

I would take you home
and fuck your ass off.

You know, um, that
little Hall of Records

escapade has left me
hornier than a cat in heat.

I'm gonna go in.

Sweetheart.

I can't lie to you.

I haven't, um...

I haven't been at the Hall
of Records the entire time.

I spent the whole night with...

with Judith, and I'm sorry.

I...

God, I am...

I am so...

very...

sorry.

She just... she won't...

Did you come often?

Very often.

And your sister, did she come often?

She came very often, and very loudly.

So then why are you so very, very sorry?

I mean, really, it sounds
to me like you and your

sister gave each other a
great deal of sexual pleasure.

You're angry.

You can bet your ass I'm angry.

Cynthia...

I love... you.

What can I do?

To make it up.

You know, you can just get
the hell out of here until I cool off.

You know, I thought if I
told you the truth that you'd...

you'd forgive me.

You always say that we should
be honest with each other about...

about everything.

Just go.

Both parties concerned
have equal liability.

The fact that they...

Louise, we can finish
this tomorrow. Thank you.

So, what do you have going on this evening?

I'm free tonight.

Let's order in Chinese.

Hot and sour soup for two, a
dozen dumplings, egg foo young.

We can pig out on a quiet
little intimate supper in bed.

I can't do it, sis, all right?
I cannot do this anymore.

Last night you had no problem doing it.

But it's wrong, Judith,
okay? You're my sister.

But you've got the hots for me, Nelson.

You'll always want my body
as much as you did last night.

As long as you breathe and are near me,

the fragrance of my body,
the scent of my perfume,

they'll drive you to me, to my bed.

Damn you! You love me!

You've always loved me!

You love my tits! You love my body!

You love me!

You'll be back!

Back crawling on your
hands and knees, begging!

Begging to suck my...

My pussy!

Darling, I've overstayed
my lunch hour already.

I better get back before they miss me.

But it was a lovely lunch.

And thank you for that great
dress and all that lovely lingerie.

See ya.

Pizza tomorrow!

Laura?

Laura Spencer.

Sorry, I don't have anything to offer you.

I'm really not hungry.

Yeah.

According to Cynthia, you
still have that old appetite.

Very much, Laura.

Yeah, I hear you're
taking great care of her.

She tells me that you give
her a great deal of pleasure.

You know what? I don't know
what you feel about me, Laura.

I don't have anything but great
memories of our times together.

You were so beautiful back then.

It was hot then.

I'm much hotter now.

Uh, yeah, and as you know from
your interludes with my Aunt Cynthia,

hot gals run in my family.

Aunt Cynthia kissed me off this morning.

She told me to get out of her sight.

We did great sex together.

We sure did.

Yeah, so...

Still fucking your sister?

Not as much as she'd like.

So where are you staying in our fair town?

I'm at the Walden Springs Motel.

You heading back there now?
Mind if I walk with you for a while?

No.

Well, I guess, um...

I got a really good bottle
of red wine upstairs.

You want to share it with me?

I could use some good red wine today.

Today?

Sorry.

Miss Nylund, Patrick O'Meara here.

It is 1.28 PM.

Your brother has just entered
the Walden Springs Motel

in the company of a
very attractive young lady.

Thank you, Patrick.

That bastard is plugging that
young bitch at this very moment.

Don't move.

Oh, God.

Johnson, am I frigid?

Frigid? No.

When you come off, you're
as hot as a firecracker.

But when you do, it feels
so good that you get scared.

And that cools you down.

I'm worried about what Louise
Cole is doing at the office.

She's working on her
15th steno pad from the

firm's inventory, and it
isn't on company business.

You afraid it's for the
Walden Springs scandals?

She's used four steno pads
since she overheard Ms. Nyland

raving at her brother about
how hot he is for her body.

In very descriptive terms.

I like Louise Cole very much, but I
can't stand by and let her harm my family.

Even if both Laura and Aunt
Cynthia are hot-pants bitches.

Besides you, Aunt Cynthia and
Laura are all I have in the world.

But I'll always wonder if...

If what, darling?

If Nelson Nyland actually stooped my mama.

Stooped?

Stooped means, you know, to screw.

It's an ancient Hebrew word.

And it's used very often in
law offices around the world.

Johnson, do you still have
that little video camera?

Of course. It's in the
top drawer of my bureau.

Okay, young woman.

Shall we stoop?

This is Patrick O'Meara.

The female subject has
just entered the motel.

She is alone.

Earlier today, she met her sister,

Winifred Spencer, in the park,

and gabbed with her for a short while.

But now, she is alone.

My associate, Kevin, is
monitoring the movements

of Mr. Nylund.

He spent the entire day
at the Hall of Records.

He then checked in
alone at the Dorsey Hotel.

But she is definitely alone.

Good work, Patrick.

And thanks.

To 9-off fix her hyperactive little ass.

For once and for all.

Else

expecting a guest?

Well, aren't you going to invite me in?

Listen, bitch, I want you to
stop having sex with my brother.

I'll bet you do, now that you've broken up

the romantic interlude between
my aunt and your brother.

Bad chance.

As far as I'm concerned,
he's a free agent as of now.

Be smart.

Get back to New York where you belong.

And if I choose to stay?

I'll make you regret that decision.

Are you threatening me?

You bet your pretty little ass I am.

Well, I must warn you, I am highly

trained in martial arts.

A swift kick to your
tender little love grotto,

and you'll forget everything
the sensei taught you

in that squalid little gym.

Well, your kick better not miss.

Because in my most vivid erotic fantasies,

I get you by those slim, lovely ankles,

and I haul you up, drop you on your back,

and spread those beautiful,
long legs as far apart

as my arms can reach.

Then I put my mouth on you
and drain every drop of Nelson

out of you.

Yeah, well I've enjoyed a
similar fantasy about you

It was after Nelson admitted
to having sex with you. I

Bend you over spread your thighs

Apply my mouth to you

Until you scream

After I make you hit high-c a few times I

Suck every last vestige of
Nelson's indiscretion out of you

And

Then before I come
back to reality I masturbate

Well, I forgot to tell you that at the
end of my fantasy I masturbate too

You know, we're really
very much alike, you and I.

Well, I've always known that.

We both have a secret desire
to get into each other's panties.

Or something.

Oh, bitch!

That's it.

Harder.

Oh, that's right.

Oh, come on. Come on.

Bitch.

Do it.

Suck my dick.

Harder.

Don't stop.

No use calling him.
I've tried a dozen times.

I know. I'll call her.

His bitch of a sister.

Of course he's there, slipping it to her.

So I'll interrupt them.

That's not a good idea.

She'd just let it ring
like I would. Ignore it.

What's the use?

3.22.

She's had at least six orgasms by now.

God, he's got magnificent equipment.

And he's sliding it into her right now.

And he should be fucking me senseless.

Oh, God, you're so good.

It's your turn now.

I don't know.

Do it again.

FU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-

Oh my God.

So, hot stuff.

What now?

I go directly to the office.

A pile of cases awaits me there.

Besides, if I stay, you
know we'll just do it again.

You emerging from your
shower, fresh and enticing.

Hard for a horny trial lawyer to resist.

By the way, how can this horny
trial lawyer get a hold of you?

In case, for any obscure reason,
you might need a horny trial lawyer.

Everything you need
to know is on this card,

including my cell
phone number. Visit me.

Great. I can see why my
brother's so hot for you.

I can see why your
brother's so hot for you.

Fresh and fragrant and much too enticing.

Well, I'm off to face
the world of legal eagles.

But I do get to New York upon occasion.

Good. I'll see you then.

Louise?

Yes, Miss Nyland.

I'll be right in.

Be a darling, Winifred,
and answer the phone

while I'm gone.

Madam requires my presence in the sanctum.

We're working on the Foreman case,

so that's about four or five documents.

It should definitely be about an hour.

Thank you.

Why is that drawer open?

Louise never leaves that drawer unlocked.

My God.

Luis has a secret lusting for me?

So give me the details on this top secret
caper you're going to pull off tonight.

I haven't got the details
worked out yet, but

make sure you have the
camera loaded properly

and don't get shocked or
shaken up by anything that

you might see tonight.
I'm relying on you. Here.

What's this? A key to
Louise's apartment. You just

let yourself in at eight
o'clock and lay low in

the little pantry until
I show up with her

and stay out of sight.
Didn't Richard Nixon

almost get impeached
for pulling off something

like this? Johnson,
this is no time for a joke.

I just don't want to do
anything illegal. Johnson,

you just record everything
that goes on tonight

and I mean everything,
no matter how disgusting

or or unappetizing. You're
a reporter, remember?

So if you love me, you won't
let your personal preferences

or your deeply rooted moral
judgments get in the way.

I'm sure you'd understand if you had read
the contents of those steno pads with those

filthy pornographic
descriptions of my Aunt

Cynthia and Nelson
Nyland fornicating at some

motel. And then it
goes into a blow by blow

and insertion by insertion
detailed description

of Nelson diddling my
mama and all in pornographic

terms. The most
pornographic narration is of

Judith Nyland and Nelson.
Makes me blush when I

think of it. How in blazes
can she know so much

about such intimate happenings?
Anything about you? Not a word.

But if you'd read her diary,
you'd be shocked speechless.

Got to make it impossible for
her to use those scandalous notes.

It may take a small sacrifice on my part
tonight, but I'll do it. Winnie, my love,

just don't do anything foolish.
I'll do whatever I've got to do.

Hello, Miss Cynthia. Just
taking time out for a bad habit.

Enjoy it, Clem. How
are the presses running?

Happy to say they're running merrily along.

Excellent. I'll see you inside?

Okay.

Oh, Chief.

I expected you wouldn't come in today.

You looked a little peaky
last time I eyeballed you.

This is all the messages?
Nelson Nyland didn't call?

No, Chief.

Everything else under control?

Next edition is already put to bed.

And I'm working on the
lead story for the Friday after.

And then I was going to head home.

Excellent work.

And in that case, I'm
going to take the day off.

So if anybody needs me,
you can reach me at home.

Thanks, Johnson.

Just a minute.

These are gorgeous.
Let's get these into a vase.

Oh, they're beautiful.

Aunt Cynthia?

Yes, dear?

I had sex with Nelson.

Of course you did, dear. Is he
staying at the motel with you?

No. After we did it, he wanted to be alone.
He wouldn't tell me where he was going.

You know he had sex with his sister again.

Yeah, I know. He told me he spent the night
with her. It was the last I saw of him.

You're better off without him.

Judith Nylund has some kind of hold
over him. She's completely obsessed.

I think she'll keep her claws
on him as long as she lives.

I understand Judith. I understand
Nelson. I even understand their

little infatuation or obsession
or whatever you'd like to call it.

How could you?

Possibly.

Come sit.

It started almost 30 years ago.

I had already discovered my sexual self.

Hell, by the time I was 12, I was bringing
myself off two, three times a week.

Susan, your mom, she
was 16 then, in high school.

And she was the most glamorous
and beautiful girl that I'd ever seen.

Anyway, we shared a
room back in those days.

This one night we were home alone.

And Susan was getting out of
the shower and drying herself off.

Oh God, she had the most
gorgeous, voluptuous body and

perky little nipples that
always seemed to be erect.

God, those nipples just fascinated me.

They hypnotized me.

When she was wearing blouses or thin
dresses, they protruded through the fabric.

As if just to haunt me.

And here they were,
right in front of my face.

Anyway, I asked if I could kiss them.

And she giggled and said yes.

Oh God, as soon as
my lips touched those

little points, I just knew
she was turned on.

She made the most delicious noises.

And she told me what to do to
heighten her sexual pleasure.

It wasn't very many days
later when we were planting

those kisses where our mouths
would do us the most good.

How long did this relationship go on for?

Go on for...

Don't be shocked, but almost 20 years.

My...

erotic nature had just skyrocketed.

I just became more and
more sexually aggressive,

especially after your dad died.

Well, Susan never complained.

She...

Well, she was so tender and so sweet.

But all of a sudden, one
day without any warning,

she decided to put as much real
estate between us as possible.

And that's how she ended
up in Bakersfield, California.

Well, she met a man, and, well...

It was more than a year before
she finally told me where she was.

I was out of my mind.

I lamented her absence,

distracting myself by changing boyfriends

as often as I'd change panties,

if I wore panties.

So, you see, I understand Judith.

And Nelson, well...

He is such a wild and uninhibited lover.

So passionate.

And I just...

I desperately want to be
wrapped around him when I come.

I know how you feel.

I'll always be mad for that guy.

Like, I take after you.

Well, my dear, you've always
taken after your Aunt Cynthia.

Well, I've always loved and admired you.

I'm glad that you told
me about you and Mama.

Because now, I confession.

Ever since I was a little girl, I've
been fascinated by you even more.

Why?

The way that you'd strut around
our house and you never wore a bra.

It was back then.

Your breasts would bounce and jiggle
underneath your dress or your blouse.

Your nipples were always
sticking through the fabric.

Go ahead. Touch them.

Touch them.

That's okay.

See those perky little
nipples of yours now, my dear?

No need to be shy, I'm well exposed.

Oh, my dear, look how lovely they are.

Yes, yes.

Let it go.

Yes, yes, yes.

Oh, okay, ask me twice.

Open your eyes.

Oh, my dear. We have only just begun.

A little cozy yeah

and vice versa my dear

Oh, yeah? Okay.

Get in there.

I'll taste your titties.

Oh no, not yet. You have a
much longer term than that.

Hey, squirmy.

Oh, you're such a good boy.

Suck, suck.

Oh, yes.

Come here, let me taste you.

Oh, my God, you're so wet.

Give me one more baby.

Yeah.

You can just put your coat here.

Winifred, it really means a lot to me
that you join me for dinner so often.

I hope Johnson doesn't get too upset by it.
I mean, I know it's an imposition on him,

but honestly, it means so much
to me that I don't really care.

Well, you seem a little jumpy tonight.

Nervous that I'm going to read
your cards? For tell the future!

I guess I'm a little uneasy about that.

Don't worry about it. I
have the cards in the

bedroom. We can just
lay them out on the table.

It'll be fun. Come on.

Louise, I don't know
how to tell you this, but...

Louise, I'm very much attracted to you.

Well, I'm very fond of you too, Winifred.

I mean, I mean I'm
sexually attracted to you.

My God.

Whenever I'm near you,
when I smell your perfume,

my, my you know what gets wet and hot.

Oh, well this is beyond my wildest dreams.

Winifred, may I touch your you know what?

Of course you may.

I took my panties off in the
ladies room of the restaurant

in the hopes that you would
touch my you know what.

I hope you're not too shocked.

This is my wildest dream come true.

Oh my god.

Are you wearing panties?

Well, anytime I know we're
going to have dinner together

I always leave my panties at home.

Just in the eventuality
that we might, you know.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God, you taste so good.

Oh, God, I can't.

Oh, Laura, God, you make me cum so hard.

Oh! Oh my gosh, you're so good.

Oh, baby girl!

Oh, God, it feels...

God, Louise, oh, I had no idea.

Oh no, oh no, no.

Oh, oh, enough.

Oh, oh, Louise.

Louise.

I have a confession to make.

You mean about your
boyfriend and his video camera?

Don't worry, I thought it was

a very wonderfully erotic touch.

Turn me on.

Yes, but I must.

But I must confess to you, Winifred.

I can't let you believe
that I'm a budding novelist.

I won't deceive you that way.

I don't have the aptitude.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

I mean, I do write stories,

but they're more like erotic episodes

of people I know or want to know.

And it really turns me
on, and then I masturbate.

And I must say, I'm rather
hooked on masturbation.

Perhaps I could help rectify that.

Oh, Johnson, or whatever your name is,

why don't you tear off that clothing

and come join me and this lovely,

ooh, kinky lady that you live with?

We need a male to cap off the evening.

Oh, and make me a copy of that videotape.

That was a wonderfully erotic touch.

You know, I thought you
were very quiet and reserved,

but this, this whole thing is definitely

from the certified mind of a nymphomaniac.

And I must say, it really turned me on.

I mean, feel me down there,

but not too hard, because
I just might come again.

I don't know.

Oh, you know, wait, wait a second here.

If you suck on those one
more time, we are gonna be

wrapped around each other until breakfast,

and honey, I got a paper to get out.

Now, little Laura, you are
a very sexual young beauty.

Almost as sexual as your mother was.

Well, I'm sure she still is.

Well, Cynthia.

Yes?

What happens now?

Darling, that's up to you.

I just go back to New
York to nude modeling?

Well, I'd miss you, of course.

And I'd miss all those
secret twists my evil mind

has been planning ever
since you touched my breasts

for the first time last night.

But I'm sure Nelson's
gonna come back to me.

He loves my orgasms too much to stay away.

I love your orgasms.

You have to realize that
Judith will always be there.

I get to share him with her for years.

Don't sell her short.
She's very intelligent.

Oh, honey, I know. She's my attorney

and the best trial lawyer in the area.

Yeah. Well, I slept with Judith last night.

Well, we fucked until almost breakfast.

Her orgasms are almost as intense as yours.

But I understand her much better now.

And I love you, Cynthia.

My little angel, I love you too.

But, unfortunately, I also
love to make love to you.

And if you stay in Walden Springs,

we're going to see much more of each other

than is healthy for either one of us.

So...

Give me a nice long kiss.

Right where it'll do me the most good.

No problem.

Seems as if somebody's
been there before me.

And not too long ago.

Have you been naughty?

Oh, that was very
naughty. It was very nice.

I love you, Cynthia.

I do.

And I love you too.

Now get undressed. Let's get reacquainted.

What about the Saturday edition?

So it's a Sunday edition.
Now get undressed!

Winfred Spencer.

You broke the orgasm dial last night.

I think I had a multiple last night.

I counted seven.

And most of those were recorded on video

for the pure enjoyment and
edification of future generations.

I'm not sure I like the sound of that.

So you go home and shh-duck.

You're too much.

Hey, isn't that your sister Laura?

It sure is.

Hey, Laura! Laura, wait up!

Where are you going in such a hurry, girl?

To pack. I'm going home to the city.

To be in front of a camera where I belong.

And I'm going back to
a talented young woman

who has a very intense
schoolgirl crush on me.

A young woman that's waiting for me.

Who is this young woman?

She's my crazy shutterbug.

Mad crazy shutterbug.

She's the artistic genius behind
all those photo layouts I made.

I spent the whole of last
night with my Cynthia.

Mouths didn't stop for ten minutes.

Some things she said made
me realize where I belong.

It's away from Malden Springs.

With Janine, my mad crazy shutterbug.

Well, I gotta get back
to the hotel. I'm packed.

I love you guys.

You too.

Boy, what a dynamo.

Almost as powerful as
my boss, your Aunt Cynthia.

Now, can we go home and shhh-dup?

I thought you'd never ask.

I wonder what Louise is doing this evening.

Hmm, now that is a thought.