Original subtitles

[logo theme]

[waves crashing]

[huffing and puffing]

[squealing]

[slow rhythmic music]

[gasping]

[chicken clucking]

[chuckling]

[children chanting]

[bells tolling]

[distant singing]

[animals bleating]

[meow]

[humming softly]

[whistling]

[LOUD ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC ON RECORD]

[music stops]

MAN: Nothing's real.

Nothing's real.

(SINGING) Put on the skillet.

Put on the lid.

Mommy's gonna make me some short'nin' bread.

Baby loves short'nin', short'nin', short'nin'--

I got some things for you, Chicken.

You got some things for me?

Bread.

Some eggs.

Oh!

[both chuckling]

Oh, shoot.

Eggs.

I brought you some eggs.

You like eggs.

[egg cracking]

Why'd you shoot, Chicken?

You promised.

Oh, Chicken, why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Hm?

Ow.

Good nigger.

You start singing now.

You start singing now.

(SINGING) Mammy's little baby loves

short'nin', short'nin', mammy's little

baby loves short'nin' bread.

You sing it, Anna.

You understand me, pickaninny?

You sing it to me.

You sing it to me.

Go on.

(SINGING) Mammy's little baby loves

short'nin', short'nin', little baby--

Baby loves short'nin' bread.

Sing it, Anna.

Mammy's little baby loves short'nin',

short'nin', Mammy's little baby loves short'nin' bread.

Mammy's little baby loves short'nin',

short'nin', Mammy's little baby baby loves short'nin' bread.

Put on the skillet.

Put on the lid.

Mammy's gonna make some short'nin' bread.

That ain't all she's gonna do.

Mammy's gonna make some cornbread too.

Mammy's little baby loves short'nin', short'nin'--

WOMAN SINGING (VOICEOVER): --in the blood,

in the soul-cleansing blood of the lamb?

Are your garments spotless?

Are they white as snow?

Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?

Are you walking daily by the Savior's side?

Are you washed in the--

WOMAN SINGING (VOICEOVER): Are you washed?

Mama!

WOMAN SINGING (VOICEOVER): Are you washed?

Are you washed?

CHICKEN: Mama!

[animal noises]

Mama!

Mama!

[distant rooster]

[begging in spanish]

[spanish market chatter]

WOMAN (SINGING): [spanish]

Are your garments spotless?

Are they white as snow?

Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?

Are you washed in the blood, in the soul-cleansing blood

of the lamb?

Are your garments spotless?

Are they white as snow?

Mama!

WOMAN: Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?

[spanish]

[screaming in spanish]

[rotors approaching]

[bossa nova music]

MAN (ON RADIO): [speaking spanish]

[slow country music]

Ah!

Get out of here.

Fuck off!

Vamos, vamos.

Oh, well.

MAN (ON RADIO): [spanish]

[bluegrass music]

(SINGING) I'm no babe in the woods.

And my plans are laid good.

Ain't got time for no kind of small fry.

My card's on the table.

I'm willing and able.

And my limit is the sky.

Oh, god.

[medium swing music]

SINGER: I'm no babe in the wood and my plans are laid good.

Don't have time for no kind of small fry.

Got my cards on the table.

I'm willing and able.

And my limit is the sky.

Form a line on my right, 'cause tonight is the night.

I'll separate the boys from the men.

Temperature's rising up.

Little me is wise enough.

When I play, I always win.

[same song on record] [music off]

I'll bet you thought my name was Treasure, huh?

Yeah.

Treasure Evans, just like the rest of the world thought.

My fans, my public.

Betcha thought that there were my parents, looking

down at this cuddly little baby saying, oh,

isn't she a treasure?

Why don't we call it that?

Well, that ain't the way it happened.

Nope.

There I was, on my lovely little 16-year-old backside.

Or was I on my belly?

I really don't remember.

Well, anyway, right side up or upside down,

there I was, stretched out on the casting couch.

Oh, yeah.

They had casting couches.

And there was this--

that ugly old producer.

Well, he was important.

I don't know, he was more than a producer.

He was like a studio head.

And he says to me, Mary--

that's my real name, Mary--

at any rate, there he is looking down at me.

And he was drooling.

And he says, Mary, you're Treasure.

Well, not long after that, I became a star.

Big house in Beverly Hills.

I had a swimming pool, three pictures a year to do, jewelry.

Oh, good jewelry.

And telephones-- telephones everywhere.

Ding-a-ling-a-ling, a-ling-a-ling, a-ling-a-ling.

Hello?

Hello?

My telephone voice.

Hello?

This is Treasure Evans.

Hello, Chicken.

Hello, Chicken.

CHICKEN: How long have I been here?

Oh.

Yesterday.

Yeah, yesterday morning.

I found you lying on the beach.

You must have been there a long time.

You OK?

Oh.

Oh, wow.

Did you really think even for a moment

that I took advantage of your condition to bring you up here?

Oh, wow.

You've got a lot to learn.

Boy, I've known losers.

God knows how many.

And another thing.

You're too old for me.

[bells tolling]

[crowd chanting in spanish]

Shit.

[chanting continues]

HEATHER: Why is it called Good Friday?

Why is what? HEATHER: Good Friday.

Why is it called Good Friday?

Didn't you hear me?

My question is, if it really is, or rather

represents the day he was crucified,

then why is it called--

good God, aren't you dressed yet?

You're beautiful.

Do you know that, old girl?

Would you like to go to bed with me?

Again?

We, um, just tried that and it didn't work.

Have you forgotten?

Hm?

Bitch.

[chuckling]

That's why I wondered why it was called Good Friday.

Put your pants on, love.

We'll be late for the fiesta.

[honking]

Out of my way, you stupid [inaudible]!

[continued honking]

Happy holidays!

Bang.

Bang, bang, bang.

Bang, bang, bang!

[elaborate horn]

Well, here she comes.

Among our little group, no gathering

would be complete without its token fading rose!

TERENCE: Bombs away!

A line from one of my old movies.

Whoop!

HEATHER: I didn't see that one.

[all chuckling]

ALLAN: This is Luella Parsons.

Hello from Hollywood.

Arriving now in a gown by Edith Headache is Treasure Evans.

Hello, pets.

HEATHER: Hello, dearie.

Everyone in a festive mood?

I hope so.

Chicken, I never saw you look so clean.

I honest to god am in the mood for a festival.

Isn't it lovely to feel lovely?

Oh, Heather, what a dear little dress.

No, this is a dead little dress.

I try.

God knows she tries.

You look lovely too, Alice.

I think that's the important thing, that we all try.

I mean, even though we are expatriates.

Treasure, please do not use the word expatriate.

I'm not expatriate.

I simply live abroad.

(SINGING) Up in the air, Junior Birdman.

Up in the air, upside down--

You're my favorite musician, baby.

Showtime.

Spotlight on Chicken.

Is that bit of silliness directed at me, Chicken?

[shrieking]

Must you?

After that entrance I made, I deserve

to have the spotlight on me!

Give me Ziegfeld Pink on Treasure Evans.

It's moments like that, which along with Annette

Funicelli and Sandra Dee, have made you

one of my favorite actresses.

And you, one of my favorite fags.

BOTH: Mwah!

Buenas noches.

TREASURE: God, look at him.

He must be getting hard up.

ALLAN: Hard bought.

[both chuckling]

Happy Good Friday!

[interposing voices]

So?

Vas?

Herr Commandant does not drink with Germans?

Sieg Heil!

[chuckling]

I don't find that amusing.

You are a soldier, no?

I don't remember the war.

I was born during the war.

I don't know who my father was.

He was a soldier.

A British soldier.

Maybe you're my father.

You, my daddy.

I drink to my unknown father!

BOTH SINGING: Oh, the Souse family

is the best family that ever came over from old Germany.

So drink, chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug,

chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug--

[glass breaking]

I want to make a toast.

To crucifixion.

Resurrection.

[all laughing]

That's sacrilegious.

No, it isn't.

Well, it's not proper.

Proper?

Oh, my god, Heather.

What is proper?

Her pearls.

Real pearls.

Now, that's proper.

But they are real.

That's what I said.

They're real.

Nothing's real.

Everything's permitted.

What is that?

A quote.

ALLAN: Too much.

Too much!

[inaudible] what I said.

From the philosophy of the assassins.

[laughing]

That's a weird Eastern cult. They smoke hash-- all

that garbage that he's into.

Then when they are properly stoned, high, they--

TERENCE: Stoned?

Disgusting.

They go around killing people.

And then they commit suicide.

Suicide?

They believe they're born again.

TERENCE: Tut with the heavenly hodgepodge.

ALLAN: And then they come back.

Pure, cleansed.

Like from the steam baths.

[all laughing]

No.

Like from the crucifixion.

Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?

CROWD SINGING: Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power?

Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?

Are you fully trusting in his grace this hour?

Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?

Are you washed in the blood, in the soul-cleansing of the lamb?

Yea, of the lamb!

Are your garments spotless?

Are they white as snow?

Are they washed in the blood of the lamb?

Lay aside the garments that are stained with sin

and be washed in the blood of the lamb.

There's a fountain flowing for the soul unclean.

Talk about Easter baskets.

I haven't seen anything so beautiful

since I left Louisiana.

CROWD: Are you washed in the blood,

in the soul-cleansing blood--

Allan, you're a common whore.

A whore?

Yes.

Common?

No.

And you, dear Terence, decorated wing command,

OBE, and so forth, should be the first to recognize that.

CROWD: In the soul-cleansing blood of the lamb.

I beg your pardon?

ALLAN: You must have some brandy.

Hello.

My name is Kerry Nation.

[animal squealing]

[singing in spanish]

Hello, Chicken.

You know my name?

Would you like to dance with me?

[all chuckling]

You're really quite a muscle boy.

What's your name, huh?

He's mute, lady.

He can't talk.

ALLAN: With what he's got, who needs words?

Terence, all right?

Terence?

Excuse me.

Hi.

[chuckling]

Is he pissed?

I beg your pardon?

[giggling]

Happy landing, my dear.

Oh, no thank you.

I don't drink alcoholic beverages.

I'm knocked up, you see.

Whee!

Tomas.

Tomas!

Oh!

[chuckling]

Do you write poetry or something?

No.

Not anymore.

That woman.

Huh?

Your girl, what does she do?

Nothing either, except being hung up on white guys.

And I happen to be the only one available.

[chuckling]

What are you looking for?

Nothing.

Good.

Why do you ask?

There isn't anything to be looking for, is there?

[chuckling]

Would did you do that for?

What do you mean?

You stopped.

I want to see you when you come.

Go on.

Eh.

Ride on, like a big motion picture show stud.

After that interruption?

I'll come on.

[chuckling]

Don't laugh at me.

Come here.

[continued chanting]

[cat meowing]

What's that?

My pill.

It's a little late for that, isn't it?

Not that pill.

Cough drops.

It's cough drops?

Mm-hmm.

- You got a cold? - No.

I just like cough drops.

That's nice.

I like girls that like cough drops.

[chuckling]

I like cough drops.

I like to taste you.

[cats meowing]

[howling]

[bells ringing]

Gracias.

Oh, god.

Why have those damned bells been ringing all morning?

Little boy, native, drowned in the fountain.

That is for whom the bells toll.

Terrible.

Give me a fag.

Do you want something?

Yes.

Something hot and black.

I would have thought you already had that.

Mm.

I would have thought so too, but that ain't the way it happened.

Hey, Carl, two coffees, huh?

Americano.

Yeah, yeah.

Two Americanos.

Dos cafes Americanos.

I took him home, bedded him down between clean white sheets

and a mosquito net, and, uh--

And, and, and?

And I watched him sleep all night.

Grr.

He-- he looked like an angel.

Asleep.

My muscle man walked me home.

You scored?

He walked me to the door and very,

very gently kissed me good night.

I felt like I was 14 years old again.

I may throw up.

Hi.

Oh.

Well, good morning. - Join us.

Thanks.

ALLAN: In something.

Everything.

Coffee.

What all do angels have for breakfast anyway?

Bacon and manna?

Ha, ha.

Angels?

Alice in Wonderland and I have decided that you aren't real.

And that's a fact.

There are no facts.

You see, here we sit, day after day,

bored stiff with one another.

And then suddenly you come along, unexpected and quite

by accident. - There are no accidents.

You know, I don't understand a word she says.

Well, she means you get what you want out of life.

Nothing's accidental.

Ha.

I never got what I wanted out of life.

All I ever wanted was to be a good wife and mother.

[chuckling]

Even as a little girl, I wanted to be a nurse.

ALLAN: I can just see you carrying a bed pan.

TREASURE: I did too want to be a nurse.

ALLAN: With good furs and dependable servants?

A little boy drowned.

[chanting]

[bells tolling]

HEATHER: A bit young for you, isn't she?

What are you mumbling about?

HEATHER: That little slant-eyed slut you're getting yourself

all groomed up to impress.

Don't talk nonsense.

Oh, you will tell her about your military career.

I don't have to brief you about that, do I?

Go to hell.

You'll be boring at least two generations now with what

a bloody little hero you were, how many

missions you successfully flew?

Ooh, accomplished.

Your medals, your decorations.

Your cock-- and bull stories.

Particularly bull.

You're drunk.

And you're not drinking this morning.

It's not necessary to begin the day with Scotch.

Oh, I suppose not.

However, it was necessary yesterday, wasn't it?

Heather.

Go ahead and make a damn fool of yourself.

You better go the whole way.

Wear that.

Really, give her the works.

Wing commander Terence Brandon, sir.

Aye aye, sir.

Yes, sir.

Whatever you say, sir.

Ex-wing commander Brandon, I think it's about time,

if I may say so, darling--

I think it's about time someone told you, sir,

that the god damn war is over!

Oh.

You've never done that.

Why did you hit me?

(SINGING) Land of hope and glory.

Mother of the free.

[sobbing]

How can we extol thee, we who are born of thee.

What?

You have to take the first step.

I can't just give it to you.

You look beautiful like that.

What?

I said you look beautiful like that.

I can't hear you.

I said I want to rape you.

Then you should!

What?

I said then you should.

I can't hear you!

Then you should!

[music playing]

[army drums]

You're too young to know about the war.

What war?

World War II, of course.

Keep your eyes on the road.

[continued army drums]

They were damn good days.

Were you, you know, a hero type?

You know, John Wayne?

Aren't you eating?

No.

I have to watch my figure.

[whistling]

It's true.

What if a frog come along and wanted to screw me?

I could turn him back into a prince.

Well, I ain't no prince.

You ain't no frog either, baby.

Because frogs hop to it.

A toast?

Here's to it.

We all do it.

Even the birds that fly.

Bees do it and die.

Dogs do it and stick to it.

So why can't you and I?

At least-- why can't we try?

Now, little boy, that was me.

And that too.

And oh-- hey, you mean to say you never saw me in a movie

at all?

How old are you?

No, no, no, no, no, no, don't answer.

I don't think I want to know.

You just stay there and be naked.

Yes.

Oh, young and beautiful and naked.

It's very important.

To be young and newly born, very, very important.

TERENCE: You're so young.

Mm-hmm.

Innocent.

What do you mean?

Isn't that what people of your generation,

the preceding generation, always say about the following?

Young and innocent.

TREASURE: So I got out, split--

bye-bye Hollywood-- while the getting out was good.

And I took all that lovely money I made with me.

Oh, you know, people are always asking me.

They say, Treasure, why did you give it all up,

all that glamor and all that--

one, two, three, four.

I mean, it wasn't like what people thought it was like.

It was-- it was different than you think it was.

I could go back tomorrow if I wanted to.

I mean, every day I get letters, telegrams, phone calls, offers.

Gosh, my agent-- my agent, Buzz Lewis,

is one of the biggest freelance--

well, he is the biggest freelance agent in Hollywood,

you know?

And he calls me nearly every day with offers.

But I'm waiting, you know, just for the right thing.

Something special, special material, hm?

You know my song, huh?

[music playing]

Hear that?

That is me.

Treasure Evans' theme song.

Mm.

Whenever they hear that song anywhere in the world,

do you know who they think of?

They think of me.

Mm.

My big moment.

See, I come down the staircase, this gorgeous set.

And I am in a silver lame dress, with yards and yards

and yards of white fox fur.

And they gave me-- the studio gave me that white fox

fur when the film was over.

(SINGING) To make use of what nature bestows--

You think I'm dead, don't you?

You think they don't want me back.

Well, that's not true.

My phone is ringing off the wall.

The agents, the studios--

they keep calling me all the time.

And Buzz Lewis keeps calling me all the time.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Hello.

Hello.

Hello!

Who is there?

Buzz?

God damn you.

Who are you?

Why do you keep teasing me?

Who are you?

What do you want from me?

I'm sorry.

It's so--

[sobbing]

Someone keeps calling, and there's no one.

There's never anybody there.

[sobbing]

[music playing]

SINGER: I'm no babe in the wood, and my plans are laid good.

Don't have time for no kind of small fry.

Got my cards on the table.

I'm willing and able, and my limit is the sky.

Form a line on my right, 'cause tonight is the night.

I'll separate the boys from the men.

Temperature's rising up.

Little me is wise enough.

When I play, I always win.

It's a natural thing to give love a fling.

To make use of what nature bestows.

Oh, my favorite attraction is a big satisfaction.

When one rises, uh-huh, everything goes.

When I'm caught in the middle and have need of a little very

special remedy, I just send out the call

and men naturally fall.

The heat turns on, the lid blows off, roll back the latches,

open up the hatches, nature is a-calling, the sky is falling,

and ready or not, boys, everything goes.

[inaudible].

God damn Kansas City bastard!

No.

Not yet.

We'll know when the time is right.

No, no, no!

Right now.

You all right, old girl?

Hm?

[chuckling]

You bloody old fool.

[meowing]

[chuckling]

[sobbing]

Ladies first.

Here?

That's right.

What an enchanting little place.

Yuck.

Charming and rustic and quaint.

And how the shit did you ever find it?

The honeymoon suite.

When the time is--

Time is right.

Click.

Click!

[horn blowing]

Damn you.

Damn you.

Damn you.

What the hell did you want to do that for?

[radio chatter]

I've never known it.

I don't understand.

I--

I love you.

Bloody years.

I love you.

Oh, damn, damn, damn.

I love you.

[military drumming]

Left.

Left, right, left.

Left.

Left.

Left.

Left.

I love it.

I love the sea.

Sometimes I-- I think I came from it.

I feel very close to it, very close.

I love it.

I love you.

How?

Gently.

Like an old-fashioned way.

Flowers.

Candlelight.

Roses.

Sunrise.

It's like-- like poetry.

You know, words.

Your own?

For I am not a winters man and cannot like this coming storm.

But when it comes, I'll be there.

And you may laugh.

I'll understand.

For I am a summers man.

When did you write that?

A long time ago.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

10.

Fire.

[gunfire]

[meowing]

Terry.

[bell tolling]

Was he pissed?

Was he pissed?

Oh, shut up, Carl. Shut up.

Shut up. - [inaudible].

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Go away.

Go away.

Back.

(SINGING) --in Dixieland I'll take my stand

to live and die in Dixie--

HEATHER: You, boy.

He's with her, isn't he?

Where is she?

She?

Oh, you know who I mean.

Don't play the innocent with me.

I know who you are.

I know who you all are.

Why don't you leave us alone?

Leave us alone!

We were all right until you came.

We were happy, you devil.

You freak.

What do you want?

What do you want?

Hey, lady.

I don't want nothing.

What's happening to us?

Oh my god, what's happening to us?

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I-- I didn't mean--

I'm sorry.

Heather, wasn't Terence pissed again?

No.

He was not.

ALLAN: Heather.

Yes.

He was pissed.

Leave them alone, and they will come home

dragging their-- behind them.

Carl, get me another Scotch.

Double.

Oh, I feel alive again.

That's probably a bad line from a bad movie.

But I don't care.

And I don't care if the telephone

don't ever ring again.

And I don't care if they're never are any telegrams again

or no agents ever call again, because I'm alive!

Alive!

[phone ringing]

Ring away.

You son of a bitch.

I don't need you anymore.

[phone ringing]

Hey, I'm going to give a party, a celebration.

A crazy celebration with everybody.

Very democratic.

I'm going to invite even the peasants.

No, especially the peasants.

And I'll wear my silver gown, the one

that I wore in that film.

And up to my ass in white fox fur.

I'll show them who Treasure Evans is.

Terry?

Terry?

Terry!

Terry!

Terry!

(ECHOING) Terry!

Terry!

Terry!

Terry!

[continued echoing]

[parade chatter and music]

WOMAN: (SINGING) [spanish]

Are your garments spotless?

Are they white as snow?

Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?

Are you washed in the blood, in the soul-cleansing blood

of the lamb?

[military march music]

Chicken, baby!

Hello!

You're here too?

I love peasant parties.

They're such big Hollywood premieres.

You know, [inaudible].

Everything in deplorable taste, but everyone's here.

[slinky jazz music]

Hello, pets.

MAN: Hello.

[applause]

It'd be nuts at a Saturday matinee man, you know?

It's a big fucking movie picture in the sky.

[cheering]

Action.

[big band music]

Come on.

It's a party.

Why don't you join us?

Why don't you step forward?

MAN: Why don't you come?

Hear his voice. Won't you come?

Come now.

Step forward in the shame of your sins

and dedicate your life to the goodness and the redeeming love

of the lamb.

Earnestly, tenderly, he is calling.

And except that you accept his word,

you are doomed to the agony and pain of eternal damnation.

Won't you come?

Won't you accept Jesus Christ?

CROWD: (SINGING A HYMN) Softly and tenderly,

Jesus is calling--

[big band music]

CROWD: --for me.

See, on the portals, he's waiting and watching.

Watching for you and for me.

Come home.

[party chatter]

[shouting]

[wailing]

Priest cowers over a young boy.

All of a sudden.

[applause]

Today we, the graduating class of the Southern Bible Junior

College, step forward to follow a very [inaudible],

ever in the footsteps of the [inaudible] Calvary,

bearing even as he bore--

[big band music]

What do you want, boy?

What you want, boy?

WOMAN (VOICEOVER): Ride it, like a big motion picture show stud.

[guitar music]

[big band music]

[typing]

Come on.

[shouting]

Are you saved?

Do you accept him as your personal savior?

I baptize thee in the name of the Father and the Son

and the Holy Ghost, amen.

CROWD: (SINGING) --soul-cleansing blood

of the lamb.

[wailing]

CROWD: Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?

Fuck me--

[inaudible]

Do you understand that?

Do you understand that?

Looking in the mirror has fucked me up.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

[sobbing]

[shrieking]

I don't want anything!

WOMAN: Are you sure?

I don't want anything.

Nothing?

[laughing]

Oh!

I was a crap lousy actress.

[big band music]

Do you hear this song?

Well, I'm going to let you in on a secret.

It wasn't me.

(SINGING) Ain't got no use for no kind of small fry.

I got my cards on the table.

I'm willing and able.

And my limit is the sky.

[chuckling]

It was a rival.

They dubbed it in.

They used another girl's voice, and they built

my whole career on that song.

Oh, it was all a lie.

Except being young.

And I-- I was young.

The studio makeup department created this face.

They capped my teeth, and they bobbed my nose.

Mary Jane Perkins had a good nose.

And they bobbed it.

(SINGING) To make use of what nature bestows.

My telephones.

My telephones everywhere really did ring all the time.

Ding a-ling-a-ling, a-ling-a-ling, a-ling-a-ling.

Ooh!

Hello?

Yes, this is Treasure Evans.

Oh, I couldn't possibly, Mr. Goldwyn, as much

as I'd like to.

You see, I have so many previous commitments.

Yeah.

Bye-bye, baby.

[song continues on record]

[song ends]

I don't--

Eggs.

I brought you some eggs.

You like eggs.

I'm-- I'm--

I'm a summers man.

Nothing's real.

[groaning]

[moaning]

SINGER ON RECORD: I just send out the call,

and men naturally fall.

The heat turns--

Turns on.

And this goes off.

Throw back the hatchet.

Open up the-- whatever.

Nature is a-calling.

The sky is a-falling.

Oh.

[record skips]

(IMITATING HUMPHREY BOGART) Play it again, Sam.

Doc, did you say that?

Mary, you're a treasure.

[chuckling]

[screaming]

[man cackling]

Who are you?

What do you want?

How about it, sweetie?

[chuckling]

No.

[interposing voices]

Ride her, cowboy.

Woo-hoo!

[chuckling]

MAN: Just put your money where your mouth is.

Well, here's to it.

We all do it?

Even the birds that fly.

[smacking]

Hm?

It's what you want.

[groaning]

Mary, you're a treasure!

[shouting]

[horn blowing]

Oh, Mama.

ALLAN: No.

Oh, my god, no.

No!

[shouting]

No, no.

Please, help me!

[screaming]

[coughing and groaning]

[shouting]

[shouting]

[phone ringing]

They're calling.

Oh, it's important.

It's important.

Please give me the phone.

Give it to me.

MAN: New York.

MAN: Oklahoma City.

MAN: Phoenix, St. Louis.

WOMAN: San Francisco.

MAN: Atlantic City.

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

Oh, it's there.

It's there.

She's calling.

[phone ringing]

[inaudible]

Please!

OPERATOR: This is a call from [inaudible] California.

I have a person-to-person call for Miss Treasure Evans.

Hello?

Is she there?

Madrid, are we connected?

[screaming]

SINGER: It's a natural thing to give love a fling,

to make use of what bestows.

For my favorite attraction is a big satisfaction.

When one rises, uh-huh, everything goes.

WOMAN: (SINGING) Are you washed in the blood,

in the soul-cleansing blood of the lamb?

Are your garments spotless?

Are they white as snow?

Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?

Are you walking daily by the savior's side?

Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?

Do you rest each moment in the crucified?

Are you washed in the blood of the lamb?

Are you washed in the blood--