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Paul came home from the war
with a fire in his head and a dishonorable discharge
under his belt for an incident involving a shooting.
The incident was, of course, mysterious.
The nightmares that followed him home
were as disturbing as they were persistent.
Naturally, and like so many of his ilk,
Paul was driven to the bottle to help douse the fireworks
between his ears.
Unfortunately, it didn't work so well.
And before long he found himself broken, homeless,
and without prospects.
Fortunately, Paul had a younger sister, Jill,
who generously offered up her home and sofa
until Paul could get back on his feet
and regain some respectability.
But her hospitality did not come without its own set
of rules and regulations.
What'd I tell you?
I let you stay here, but the one rule was no booze
and no guns.
I can even deal with girls,
except those with booze or guns.
I'll take that.
As strict as Jill's rules might have seemed,
Paul had little choice and fewer options but to abide
by the lady of the house no matter how difficult
she made it to get by, day by day.
Okay, we're gonna make a new rule, no smoking inside...
She comforted him and cared for him,
and then she offered even more help.
As it turned out,
Jill had recently met a doctor.
She's not a doctor, she's a therapist.
She specializes in addiction and this sort of thing.
I thought of you when I met her, so I got her card.
I'm making you an appointment.
Sometimes the most friendly voices
say the hardest things to hear.
Hello?
Yeah, Cassie Wright, please.
Hi Paul.
It's really nice to meet you.
I'm Cassie Wright.
Um, just so you know, anything
that we talk about today Reluctantly, Paul sat with
is strictly confidential. The very pregnant therapist
and spoke about his problems.
You can talk about anything you want
from the past, He told her
any recent things, about his drinking, the drugs.
Your relationship But he spoke little
with your mother, of his incident overseas.
Your father, your sister, you know,
tennis teacher, basketball coach.
Whatever you're comfortable talking about.
Well, my first piece of advice would be don't stop drinking
at least not all at once.
That would be a mistake.
I bet you didn't expect to hear that, huh?
You can't just quit cold turkey,
as you've discovered, physically, mentally,
just because of the void that it leaves.
You have to replace it with something.
Something has to fill that need and that time,
something less destructive.
What about sex?
You see, I could prescribe a slew of medications
and so forth, but it has been my experience
with most people, especially men of your age,
that they just need a good lay.
How have things been in that regard
since you've been back?
The lay regard.
Satisfied, frustrated?
None of the above?
No.
It has been my experience that a little lay
can solve a lotta big problems.
Well, for the depression and drinking
I can prescribe Naltrexone,
but you would have to go to the lab and get blood work done
so we could see where your liver stands.
Have you ever thought about fetish?
I only ask because it seems like you might have
and I do realize that appearances can be deceiving,
but it's also been my experience
that they can't be that deceiving.
I know that in the proverbial shed there are tools
that may be sharper than I, but I have been known
to have a keen sense on this sort of thing.
Of course, maybe you don't know exactly
what you need just yet.
Maybe you just need an ear and/or some medication.
But the Denver Fetlife is nothing to turn your nose up at.
You know, there are these websites that I've heard of.
Fet-Den-Life is a good one and DenFet is another
to coordinate meetings and set up gatherings
and dates and such.
It's not all about sex.
I mean sometimes it's about submission or domination.
They'll take over a church and turn the basement
into rows of cages.
No penetration, strictly role playing.
And if you don't have toys of your own,
you usually can rent them right there.
And I know the idea of renting used sex toys
may be suspect at best, but I mean,
everything can be disinfected, right?
As the very pregnant therapist spoke...
Toilet play, baby cages, hook suspension, rope bondage.
Paul couldn't shake the feeling
that he was learning much more about her than she about him.
There is something else I've heard about,
something very different.
I'm going to prescribe you something.
This is something I only prescribe
to my special cases.
And I think you might just be that special.
This is my card.
On the back I'm going to write
an address and a password.
Password?
You give the password to the doorman when you get there.
This is for tomorrow night.
Take it or leave it, but I think you really need to get out
and this might just be the thing.
Do yourself a favor, show up tomorrow
and let your curiosity get the best of you.
After serious consideration of his position
and deliberation of his options,
Paul arrived at a conclusion.
He decided to fill his prescription.
Rondo?
Gentlemen.
Hello.
Welcome.
Please, join me in the kitchen area, if you would.
I'm Lurdell.
And it's my pleasure to introduce Mr. Tim.
It's his party and it's our job to facilitate
his feelings of enjoyment.
He has commissioned us for a very specific brand
of good time and it's up to us
to fulfill those expectations.
This is Mrs. Tim.
She is a willing and able co-conspirator
in the job of work to which we have been tasked.
Fine?
Okay.
First of all, condoms will not be encouraged.
Fuckin' A.
What is encouraged is that your inevitable ejaculation
occur inside Mrs. Tim's person.
Where inside Mrs. Tim's person is not so much a concern
as that it is inside her person.
And if that's not possible, for whatever reason,
any exterior orgasms should be achieved, preferably,
on the exterior of Mrs. Tim.
Or, at the very least, stay on the plastic.
Stay on the plastic.
Position changes only when requested.
What?
If you wanna get blow-jobbed,
you must ask Mr. Tim's permission.
As per Mr. Tim's wishes, nothing will be left
to Mrs. Tim's discretion.
So feel free to disregard her requests
and ignore her wishes altogether.
It's all part of the fun.
Throat fuck?
Yes, but don't just hop up
and straddle her head out of the blue.
Either wait until it's requested,
or give a warning of at least two seconds.
Anal is, of course, wonderful.
Anal is permitted and encouraged often,
but again, at the request of Mr. Tim
to whom sequence is of importance.
And, gentlemen, please, be gentle.
That is, unless otherwise instructed
by Mr. Tim or myself.
Spitting on Mrs. Tim, biting Mrs. Tim,
slapping Mrs. Tim, or otherwise degrading Mrs. Tim
is perfectly acceptable.
Teeth marks, scratches, bruises are encouraged,
but not mandatory.
A little blood never hurt anybody.
But stay on the plastic.
As far as any other toys that you may have brought with you,
feel free to use them, but be realistic.
There's only so much Mrs. Tim can fit inside of her.
She's not an acrobat or an astronaut.
She's a lady.
And no weird shit.
Okay, you can take her in.
There's one last piece of business, gentlemen,
and that's confidentiality.
And it's important.
These are strict confidentiality contracts.
These require your name, address,
and your signature.
When you finish, please be good enough
to give your phones to Deshawn.
And then we can get started.
♪ This is your love scene ♪
♪ This is your sound bit ♪
♪ This is nothing ♪
You'll each be called in one at a time
so as to protect personal space
and observe personal dignity.
♪ This is what you always wanted ♪
♪ You sent her in ♪
Gregory?
You're up first.
One at a time.
Do you believe this shit?
I'm sick of waiting.
I'd rather go jack off.
♪ I want your fire ♪
♪ I want your ♪
First time?
♪ I want your flower. ♪
Yeah, I can tell.
It must seem weird, right?
It's not.
Lots of guys pay to watch their wives
get gang banged and shit.
It's awesome.
It seems a little weird, though.
Black guys.
Too many rules and shit.
You know, I feel like I'm back in school.
♪ This is our bodies ♪
♪ Get down on me ♪
Yes.
♪ Anywhere you want ♪
♪ You touch you free ♪
♪ This is my body ♪
♪ This is your seat ♪
♪ This is your body ♪
A lot of these, uh, big shit career women wives,
bipolar, you know.
That's why they get so much work done.
But when they're in that manic state,
they're all hyper-sexual, too.
You know, they need like 10 guys at once.
Fucking Mexicans and shit, fuckin' just love cum.
They need deep-dish anal like a fish needs water.
First their husbands don't know what the fuck to do.
It's fuckin' awesome.
You do this a lot?
Yeah.
I answer all kinds of ads.
I got a big dick like my old man, so, you know,
I'm in demand.
♪ You are the kind I want ♪
I haven't been out in awhile, though.
Did a chick with a yeast infection.
I'm, uh, cool now.
It just took forever.
♪ Be over, be over, baby ♪
Can I go in before you?
No way, bro.
♪ Want me over, want me over, want me over ♪
Want some Ecstasy?
Fuckin' obligatory for a gig like this.
♪ Let me over, let me over, let me over ♪
♪ Let me over, let me over, let me over, baby ♪
♪ From behind, let me over ♪
Alcoholic?
♪ Baby, let me have it ♪
♪ Let me over ♪
No, I'm a fuckin' badass.
♪ Let me over, let me over, let me over, let me over ♪
I fucked like six chicks this week.
Only had to pay for two.
Basically, I'm just tryin' to party as much as possible.
♪ This is what you always wanted ♪
Next one's up.
♪ You sent for me ♪
♪ This is what ♪ That's me.
♪ You always wanted ♪
♪ This is what you need ♪
♪ This is what you always wanted ♪
♪ You set me free ♪
♪ This is my mouth kiss ♪
♪ And now I'm free ♪
♪ This tastes like shoe leather ♪
♪ This is ♪
♪ And now I'm free ♪
♪ This tastes like shoe leather ♪
Are you ready?
Everything all right?
D!
Hey!
Watch the fuck out, dick!
Go outside, call Tyrus.
Paul told his sister everything.
He spared no detail.
What's goin' on?
Naturally, for a man of Paul's credibility,
he was met with skepticism.
You're gonna wind up in the VA
right next to Dad if you don't pull it together.
If it is true, then you need to call the police.
Paul did, indeed, call the police.
All right, sir.
We appreciate your information and someone will follow up
with you as soon as possible.
Thank you for your assistance in this matter.
And the therapist.
You've reached the office of Cassie Wright.
She's currently in an appointment or unavailable.
If this is an emergency, please dial the Rose Medical...
Both to no avail.
Although, to Paul's credit, the officer said
it was the best call they had received in many weeks.
The body of an as yet unidentified female
and those of two unidentified males were discovered
in the early hours of this morning on the east bank
of the Platte River just outside of downtown Denver.
Early forensic evidence indicates that the two males
were engaged in a sexual assault before the young woman
bravely turned the tables on her attackers
and attempted to fight back.
Just listen. What...
I think I figured it out.
Paul explained his new
and exciting theories for Jill.
He broke down the chain of events, as he saw them,
from back to front.
What else do you remember?
What apartment was it?
12 something.
No, wait.
I remember the number, 1216.
What else?
I remember knives
and tools in the sink.
I mean, for all I know, we were the third round that night.
And the woman was drugged from the start.
With what, I don't know.
Probably something that can't be traced,
but it did the job on her.
So this all means that...
Just listen.
So it's a rich, older husband
and an attractive, much younger wife.
She's cheating on him, getting somewhere else
what she can't get from him.
Only he's sick of it.
But knocking her off isn't good enough for this guy.
He's humiliated and he's not pleased about it.
Nothing will be left to Mrs. Tim's discretion.
So feel free to disregard her requests
and ignore her wishes altogether.
It's all part of the fun.
And he wants to see her fucked by strange men.
Anal is, of course, wonderful.
Anal is permitted and encouraged often.
And then he wants to see
the men who fucked her killed unpleasantly.
Before he offs her.
Why?
Because he's pissed.
Because it's his thing.
Or he's pissed and that's his thing.
It doesn't matter.
But Mr. Tim is just a money guy.
He doesn't coordinate this kind of thing.
So he hires these folks to put it all together for him.
God knows how, but money has a way of finding a pocket
no matter what it has to do to get there.
They wanted as much physical evidence as possible.
First of all, condoms will not be encouraged.
Why?
Teeth marks, scratches, bruises are encouraged
but not mandatory.
So they could just dump the bodies in the river
and be done with it.
The killers and the killed,
an open and shut case, neatly wrapped.
This doesn't make any sense.
I'm supposed to be dead in the river, too.
And I was sent there by the doctor.
With the address and the password.
I mean for all I know she was just plucking
the ideal losers for the task.
People no one would care about.
People with a history.
So now you're saying the doctor was in on it, too?
What?
You knew the doctor.
You made the appointment and you sent me to her.
Hello?
Cassie Wright, please.
Wait, wait, wait.
You're losing it.
You're cracking up again.
Check out the rest of the place.
Okay.
You okay?
God, I hate white people.
You bring the chain?
I'll get it.
Okay.
I should be at home in bed with my wife watchin' TV.
Instead, here I am dealin' with this.
I mean, sometimes I just get so frustrated, you know?
Mmm hmm.
I know I shouldn't let things get to me.
I know that.
And I'm workin' on it
but it ain't easy.
You're just tryin' to pursue your goals
in the world of life.
The memory of man runneth not to the contrary.
Okay?
All right.
One, two, three.
Lurdell, look, he's still twitchin' around.
Okay.
Good looking girl.
So, two large black males break into the house.
Kill your brother.
They don't take anything.
The neighbors don't see anything.
Let's go over this again.
Your brother was chemically imbalanced and mentally unstable
making prank calls to the police about sex crimes.
Was he into drugs?
Did he have any new friends?
Someone he might have given a key to?
Someone he might have owed something to?
And what about you?
In the end, it is your house they broke into last night.
Did you have anything to do with them?
Finance goals?
A good looking girl like you.
Jillian.
How are ya?
So, did they let me out of the VA?
Close enough.
Yeah, well, sort of.
They came there and they told me about, you know.
Woulda rather heard it from you, but...
So I decided to...
You shouldn't call them or anything.
I'll walk straight back in there
as soon as this mission is finished.
You look different.
Sound different, too.
Used to be a talker like your mother.
You got anything to drink around here?
Vietnam wasn't my war, it was my paradise.
Where else was I gonna go?
For an FNG it was a nightmare, but for a mud roller like me?
It was more home than home ever was, that's for damn sure.
Next thing I know I'm back stateside,
with a dishonorable and empty pockets,
and a permanent bed at the VA.
Jill told her father everything
that Paul had told her.
That doesn't make a lick of damn sense to me.
Sure, there were criminal enterprises,
she explained, that promised much easier
and more lucrative returns, but this group of miscreants
were not so much devoted to the profits
as they were to the process.
They enjoyed their work.
Just tell me where.
Rondo?
Apartment 1216.
And so they devised a plan.
Jill would confront the therapist at her office.
Her father would pay a visit to the scene of the crime.
All right, let's go.
You need Paul's things?
No.
Brought my own gear.
You've reached the office
of Cassie Wright.
She's currently in an appointment or unavailable.
If this is an emergency, please dial
the Rose Medical Center...
You've reached the office of Cassie Wright.
She's currently in an appointment or unavailable.
If this is an emergency,
please dial the Rose Medical Center Emergency Room.
Yes?
Oh, yes, sorry, uh...
Yes?
Can I help you?
Come in.
Uh, I'm not sellin' anything or anything.
I was just, uh, lookin' for somebody
that I thought mighta lived here.
Me.
Not you.
You live here.
Yeah, sorry.
No, uh, my daughter, she, uh, said that...
You're looking for your daughter?
No, not my daughter.
Uh, someone that she said, uh...
I'm sorry.
I don't understand.
I'm looking for Cassie Wright.
She's a doctor who specializes in addiction therapy.
Well, you're half right and half wrong.
I am Cassie Wright and I do specialize in addiction therapy,
but I'm not a doctor.
I'm an APRN CNS.
You're Cassie Wright?
Then who was the woman who was using this office?
Well, no one else uses this office.
This is my office.
Then who was the woman who I met,
who saw my brother here last week?
Oh, I see.
Obviously, we have a misunderstanding.
You see, I was in Chicago for the last two months
and I haven't been taking any new patients.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what else to tell you.
Like I said, I haven't been taking any new patients,
but I can see, in your case,
it might be necessary to make an exception.
I'm awful sorry about this, ma'am.
I guess we musta got our wires crossed or something.
Oh, okay.
I'm in the wrong place or something.
Probably.
Maybe, uh, you don't mind, though, if I just ask you,
I'm sorry, it's just that I came a long ways and everything.
Uh, I don't know how well you know your neighbors.
Mmm.
I don't mean to bother you.
I feel real bad about takin' up your time
in your condition and whatnot,
but, uh, you don't by any chance know a Mr. Rondo, do ya?
If not, it's okay.
I'll just go, but uh...
No, you know, why don't you just come in for a minute
and you figure it out.
Oh, no, no, no.
I've taken up enough of your time already.
No, no, no, come on in.
Just a minute.
Well, uh, uh, maybe just for a minute then.
Yeah.
Come on.
It's all it's gonna take.
Now, you'll have to forgive me.
I was just on the verge of falling asleep.
Oh, I'm awful sorry about that.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
It's fine.
I'm always on the verge of, you know.
You just have to bear with me.
I'm sorry to bother you like this.
How well do you know the other folks who live on this floor?
Well, uh, we've been here a few months,
but we're planning on moving soon, you know,
to a place with more space for family.
Hey!
What the fuck!
Go ahead, grab him, honey. Okay, God damn it!
Don't break a fuckin' hip, honey.
You son of a bitch!
You old fuck.
Communist.
Ah!
Get your hands off me.
That's my husband, not a communist.
God damn it.
You mother fucker!
Get your hands off me!
Damn it!
Go ahead.
Ow!
God, you crazy bitch!
God damn it!
One minute.
Honey, be a doll and take the batteries
out of the smoke detectors and open all the windows.
Yes?
Can I help you?
Rondo.
Okay.
Won't you come in?
Excuse me, ma'am.
Hmm.
See, never know, do you?
That was my thought.
The memory of man runneth not to the contrary.
Can we talk business now?
Of course.
There's nothing I would like more in the world
than to talk to you about business.
After you, Miss.
Jill.
After you, Miss Jill.
So how'd you come upon our little shop?
The Therapist.
Mmm hmm, I see.
She gave me the address and the password.
Mmm hmm.
So, what can I do for you?
Miss Jill, I'm afraid I can't help unless I know...
I understand that you provide special services.
Services of a unique kind.
It's also my understanding that these services
come at a premium.
But a premium is what I'm willing to pay for these services,
these services being what they are.
Unique.
And what services can we provide?
Are you looking for the basic package,
or did you have something more custom-tailored in mind?
We try to accommodate all needs
and all manner of fulfillment.
What's thought by some to be strange
or out of the ordinary
makes no difference to us.
Good.
That's what I've been told.
Ordinary is not the thing that I want.
I want the other thing.
Have you been checking up on me?
Let's go inside.
Now is the question of the subject.
You have to tell me who will be the feature star
of this production?
Is it your boyfriend?
Girlfriend?
Is this for a birthday party?
An anniversary?
So, who will it be?
Me.
Okay.
Why don't you tell me exactly what you require of us,
if you don't mind?
Yes, I understand you prefer a detailed breakdown.
Please, don't be shy.
Anal would have to come first,
like a good ice-breaker,
followed by being spanked, slapped, hit, and hair-pulled.
These can't happen before
because what would I have done to deserve them?
At some point, I'll need to be tied up.
I can't tell you the exact moment except to say
it's when I get excited about using my hands.
At that turning point, I should not be allowed to do so
and should be put in my place accordingly
with not leather or silk, but twine rope.
Something that burns with my every move and reminds me
just how badly I've crossed the line.
In regards to the performers that you commission,
size is of some importance,
that size being large.
None of this is going to mean a thing to me
unless I feel I'm being used by big dicks.
Of course.
At least five, preferably more.
The thing I have a real problem with are dead-spots,
those moments of awkward fumbling confusion
as we move from one tent-pole event to the next.
I implore you to make organization priority number one,
because all it takes is one of these 30-second lapses
to destroy my concentration, my whole experience,
and make me less inclined to pay out on the backend.
I'll most likely bring my own materials and equipment,
which I expect to be used on me in the prearranged order
and fashion that I instruct,
but also to be returned to me without being cleaned, washed,
wiped, or anything else that could prevent me
from reliving the experience again and again and again.
I like to get my money's worth.
Now, the tricky part
is that I don't want any of them to cum.
And I don't mean I don't want them
to cum in me or on me.
I don't want them to cum period.
Part of my satisfaction involves the knowledge
that I was never able to bring any of my lovers to orgasm,
or give them any pleasure, really, at all.
Now, I'm well aware that this makes it a tough sell
for your employees, which is another reason
I'm willing to pay what I'm willing to pay.
And for what I'm willing to pay, they can go home
and jerk off, counting their money the whole way
for all I care.
Fine?
On the flip-side, if I don't cum, all bets are off.
This has happened in the past
where my semi-professional suitors have simply given up.
For this, you'll keep your half up front,
but get nothing on the backside.
That's if the details of my routine
are not followed to a T.
All of what you're saying sounds perfectly doable.
That's the sister.
Oh, I know.
We were just havin' a little talk
about what we're gonna be doin' this evening.
Nettie, call up our peoples.
Tell them we're having a special little party tonight.
Then lay down the plastic.
This is for you.
Get up.
Come on.
Mmm.
That's so
Hi.
Oh.
Ooh.
You all right, you all right?
Mmm hmm.
What are you still doin' dressed?
Oh.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Did you?
Sometimes I get mad at someone for not doing something.
Then I remember, I didn't tell them to do it.
My fault.
Yeah.
Now get up and strip.
Hmm.
That's right.
All the way down to your undies.
But you can leave those on.
We have a guest or two that likes a little undies.
JR, I hope you're payin' attention.
It's not too soon to take over the family business.
Don't spoil him now.
Keep stripping.
It'll take some time to work your way up.
Don't just assume that you can take our spots
that easily, little boy.
First an employee.
Then a client.
Then a performer.
And eventually a CEO.
Ooh
But that won't be for a long time now, right?
Mmm hmm.
We don't wanna put any more pressure on him.
No, no, no, no.
We don't want to put any more pressure on him.
No, no.
And he has to live up to the standards that his daddy sets.
No, no.
He has to live up to the standards that his mommy sets.
No, no.
Oh, wow, Mommy.
What's goin' on?
Hmm, something that could use a little music.
Okay.
Sit yourself.
There we go.
Yo, sweet cakes.
I got sweet cakes.
Fresh off the sweet cakes truck.
Oh yeah, sweet cakes truck.
♪ You knock me right out ♪
♪ You'd beat me on the run ♪
♪ You break me ♪
Go on, blow it out.
Blow out the candle.
Whoo!
All right.
Ooh, yes.
Sure, all right.
Give it here.
Cheers, okay.
Gimme some.
Give me some. Thank you
For buying this.
There we go.
Yeah, all right.
That's it, ooh.
That's so good.
Deshawn, would you play some music
that us old folks can dance to?
Sure, boss.
All right.
♪ This is what you always wanted ♪
♪ You sent her in ♪
I'd like to take this special time
to propose a toast, if I may.
To friends.
To family.
To business.
To having a good time with all three.
Cheers.
Enjoy yourselves, everyone.
Cheers.
♪ I want you're tryin' ♪
♪ I want you open ♪
♪ I want your ♪
Ah, there we go.
There you go.
That sounds more like it.
Deshawn, please, do me a favor and take over for me
while I romance my lady.
Oh, yeah.
Doo-doo-bah.
♪ Stand and see ♪
♪ This look upon my face ♪
♪ And go in ♪
♪ There are no more ♪
♪ Games for us to play ♪
♪ So try to run away ♪
♪ When the world's that you take ♪
♪ Can be heard all because ♪
You should take our picture. ♪ The air between us is gone ♪
Did you get it?
It's that bottom button there.
♪ Need to cry ♪
♪ When everything we hide ♪
♪ Comes a vive alive ♪
♪ We tear ourselves at night ♪
♪ It's a crime, it's such a crime ♪
Looks clean to me.
♪ The reason you're right ♪
Sweet cakes?
Oh, yes.
♪ I have something to hide ♪
♪ It's a crime ♪
♪ It's such a crime ♪ Deshawn.
Seems to be that time, maybe,
to prepare our guest for the rest of the program.
♪ It's a secret I can keep ♪
Yeah, okay.
♪ I belong a slut ♪
♪ Oh I'm a-gonna drop ♪
Come on, let's go.
♪ Stand if you please ♪
♪ And follow me this way ♪
♪ Till you see the door ♪
♪ No no other twist ♪
♪ Of make you understand ♪
♪ It does not have to mean what you think ♪
♪ It has to be ♪
Damn, come on dude.
Literally, it's not over yet.
It's not over yet.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Help me up.
Who am I?
Okay, okay.
Oh, oh, no.
Oh, no.
Oh oh oh!
Oh that's good.
Oh, look at me.
Oh look at me.
♪ It's a crime ♪
♪ It's such a crime ♪
♪ Hey yeah with me ♪
Get up.
Get up!
Oh, man. Oh, good times, baby.
Ooh-hoo! Oh, boy, what a night, baby.
But we've got one more.
It's one more.
Dell, what the hell is...
Shut the fuck up for a second!
Everybody downstairs.
Now.
Look, Miss Jill, let's just talk.
Your type wants no part of this business, historically.
If you're gonna live in the swamp,
you'd better make friends with the gators.
The memory of man runneth...
Oh, baby, no!
Baby!
Oh, that burns.
Wait! No!
I know you're mad, but you're just white mad.
You're all confused.
You just wanna be a normal girl.
Baby!
Oh, my God!
He was correct.
Just not today.
No!
No, that was my baby.
Oh, you fucking bitch!
Oh!
Fuck!
No!
You bitch!