(soft music)
Laura is who I am.
Of the snake mask.
As sensual and cruel as a praying mantis is.
I had admirers who gloated enviously.
I was the woman they paid,
just to get a whiff of my scent.
No one had the nerve to call me
his or even her woman.
Only one, just one.
But he made a fatal mistake.
You don't betray the mantis.
(laughing) Poor fools.
How stupid they look,
smiling at a woman, the one they've betrayed,
as they sit astride her.
(laughing) Poor fools.
How their expressions change from men to swine,
when you emasculate them. Poor fools.
Irene is who I am.
Irene the slut. Filthy slut, Irene.
Because I'm open to anyone's offers.
The women know I have vices.
And the men know me as a spring,
from which their pleasure flowed.
And they drank their fill.
My joy and happiness was in quenching their thirst,
as they sucked me dry of desire,
their fingers searching for more.
Now there are girls.
They're all my girls.
They all know Irene.
And Irene knows each one of them intimately.
And all of them would like to know Irene again, share her.
My name is Emanuelle and I'm a woman.
Even in here, I'm free to be a woman.
I hate this piece of cement.
And I love my companions and friends, all.
I love them for what they are.
In good and bad.
In love and hate.
For me, everything happened suddenly.
From reporter to prisoner.
From a free woman to a person with no rights.
And the one responsible for this,
terrible miscarriage of justice,
will one day pay for his crime,
but that's not what matters now.
It's my condition,
the condition of all of us here, that counts.
Not one of us is a virgin, in body.
We would all admit that.
But not one of us wishes to have her soul violated,
as well, whatever the cost.
This is Albina. But I'm not in this lousy show.
I represent the captive audience watching this shit.
What I don't understand is how you can suffer it.
It makes me want to throw up.
The whole idea is revolting.
And the three speech-makers you just heard,
might just as well drop dead,
for all their entertainment value.
Instead of our applause, they deserve this.
(groaning)
Albina, you...
(screaming)
Stop that! You hear me? Stop it!
All right girls!
I hate you.
Let go of me.
(groaning)
Fuck you!
You won't live long enough to forget this.
You'll see. I'll get you in the end.
I won't ask you to give me an explanation,
for this filthy rubbish.
It is quite clearly an act of sedition,
hysterical reaction to what justice
and the law is doing to you.
There's not a drop of repentance.
There's no humility.
It deals solely in cruelty.
It's packed with violence and sex.
The whole thing seems designed to disturb,
to provoke unrest, rebellion, and escape.
I'm sorry, but you could censor the more daring parts.
Emanuelle, you're... still quite young.
You're headstrong and you're intelligent.
You had a good education.
And you're attractive.
Especially when you manage to overcome
this rather forced vulgarity.
Another important thing...
is the influence you have over your companions.
I thought that putting on this show
would help you all to feel this place
was less oppressive than some of the other
detention centers, which is why I agreed to it.
But if the script is not changed,
I shall have to forbid it.
The show must not go on.
May I go now?
Certainly.
Take care, Emanuelle.
There's a limit to our patience.
I wouldn't advise you to push us
any harder than you already have.
Hmm, that's strange.
It's the second warning I've received today.
And it seems like the same person is speaking.
(soft music) (women chattering)
So, they call you Irene, do they?
The filthy slut, Irene.
(laughing)
What a stupid bitch you are.
Don't bother her.
That'll be the day.
Take my advice and die.
I'd like to bit your nipples off.
And I'll do it.
(laughing) Hey, fancy talker,
advise your kooky pal to take more care,
or she'll be in big trouble around here.
Don't call me fancy talker, you.
Well I'll be.
Don't tell me I'm not allowed to mention your intelligence.
I was being complimentary.
You make me sick, Albina.
You make me sicker than all the others in here.
You better stay out of my hair.
Don't you try telling me what to do in here.
I dictate all that goes on.
And you'll obey me, hear?
Same as all the rest.
Give me one good reason.
I'm strongest! That's why I'm so feared.
I don't believe that.
I'll put a stop to your arrogance,
you haughty hottentot.
You'll get your arm broken.
We'll see about that.
(intense music)
Ugh!
Stop it! Haven't you had enough violence?
Let me help you.
(moaning)
Albina, look at those two.
(moaning)
You're so gentle.
(laughing)
Shh!
(moaning)
What is it?
You're revolting.
What's going on in here?
Explain.
These two pigs were kissing in front of everyone.
Oh, were they?
They acted like dogs in heat,
in need to be cooled down,
and given a lesson in modesty.
I think you're right, Albina.
It's a good idea.
- We'll start with you. - No!
You come over here.
(groaning)
(gasping)
(crying)
They're all against us.
Molly and the other guards,
they all support Albina!
But why? For what reason do they have to support Albina?
It serves them better to let a maniac like Albina
influence the inmates, instead of someone
clear-minded, like you, Emanuelle,
who could make trouble for them.
I'm going to ask the warden for an interview.
The policy can be traced to her.
So, you insist that two of my guards
tortured two girls in the washrooms last night,
without any good reason, and aided by certain others.
Yes, I do.
That is extremely serious.
I hope you can prove it.
Can you prove the contrary?
I can immediately.
Molly?
Kindly repeat what you told me about the events,
in the washrooms last night.
Two of the prisoners were discovered behaving
in an extremely indecent fashion,
and were suitably punished.
Punished by whom?
Us, the guards on duty.
So there were no other prisoners in the showers,
to witness what went on?
No, certainly not.
Are you satisfied?
You brazen liars.
(smacking) (dramatic music)
How dare you! (dramatic music)
Emanuelle, how could you think such a thing?
(women chattering)
Stop! (clapping) Get out, all of you!
Let's go! Get out of here!
(crowd chattering)
(suspenseful music)
Aren't you going to wash your face?
What are you waiting for? Wash it.
Wash your face! (gasping)
Why don't you do as you're told?
Put your face in the water,
and stay there until I tell you to come out.
(gasping)
I told you to stay down!
Didn't you listen to the order?
(gasping)
You don't stand up yet!
Get down!
Go on!
Hurry up! Are you deaf?
(gasping)
(laughing)
Well, sweetie pie, fancy seeing you here.
(groaning)
You're really making enemies.
Fancy talking's not good.
You ought to be more careful.
It's worth it.
Seems that my enemies are your friends.
Are you feeling better now?
What's the sudden interest in my health?
(groaning)
(yelling) You lousy...
(gasping)
I hate you. I hate you!
(laughing)
- Don't you laugh at me. - (laughing)
(laughing)
You bastard. You bastard, I'll kill you!
(groaning)
Where do you think you two are going?
To swab out the showers, as usual.
Did you learn nothing from yesterday's lesson?
You're forbidden to enter.
The showers are out of order.
(Albina screaming)
Having a little trouble are you, with the plumber?
We know Emanuelle is in there.
You might have the decency to let her out.
Out of my sight!
At once, or you'll be sorry!
Albina slipped and hurt herself.
You've had the floor polished too much.
Such a waste of soap.
(groaning)
You big fool!
(laughter)
Oh, you're so sexy.
You do things to me.
Irene? May I ask what you're up to?
Let me introduce you to Bobby Seloni.
Bobby Seloni? Where the hell did you pick him up?
He has almost all I need.
The only thing he can't do is talk, that's all.
George sent him to me to keep me in practice.
I'll lend him to you if you want.
(laughing) No thanks. You're crazy.
What are you writing?
I have a suspicion.
Remember that man, called Robinson?
I mentioned him to you.
Sure I do. The bastard who got you thrown into jail.
What's happening is no accident.
Someone's gunning for me. I'm certain of it.
You mean the warden?
No, I really don't think so.
There's more to this than a question of power.
I suspect there's somebody very important behind it,
who fears me, even though I'm in a prison cell.
You were investigating a case of smuggling drugs,
just when you were framed and arrested,
weren't you, Emanuelle?
Yes, that's how it was.
You have no idea how many people,
who are above suspicion in this country,
are involved in the drug smuggling racket.
And one of the men at the top of the list,
is Vincent Robinson, the man who planted the dope on me.
But why the hell should he still be after you?
You can't do anything in jail.
But one day, I'll come out of here.
And I could pick up where I left off.
In fact, if he doesn't stop me first,
I swear I'll destroy him.
You have to get him before he gets you.
That's Vincent Robinson.
My troubles began with him.
And it's his fault if they're still with me.
I'll never forgive him.
May we have a statement? (crowd chattering)
Mr. Robinson? (crowd chattering)
(siren wailing)
Channel seven would like you to give us an exclusive,
for the nine o'clock news. Mr. Robinson!
(crowd chattering)
Mr. Robinson, for the nine o'clock news, please, sir?
Just one statement!
Take it easy. Let's have a little calm here.
Four dangerous criminals have been captured.
One of them is the notorious Howard Henderson,
we've been after for so long,
known to the public as Crazy Boy.
They're due to arrive at the Santa Marta Prison,
any time now, to await sentence.
How long will they be there?
But it's not a maximum security prison.
There are women at Santa Marta.
Don't you think you owe the public,
something of an explanation?
Listen, listen, let me tell you.
(crowd chattering)
Words mean nothing.
I prefer facts.
I believe there's one way only, to deal with murderers.
They must be destroyed, same as mad dogs.
That's quite a statement. (crowd chattering)
It'll stir up a good deal of argument.
(crowd chattering)
One more question. (crowd chattering)
One more question! (crowd chattering)
Just a moment! (crowd chattering)
(siren wailing)
(crowd chattering)
Why don't you get out of my way?
I didn't get any more than you did.
(intense music)
It's a long way.
Is he as ferocious as everybody says, this Crazy Boy?
Sure is. A mean son of a bitch, he is.
He's supposed to have murdered six cops.
That's his thing.
Seven. During his last escape from jail.
I sure don't envy Harrison, back there.
HEY, lawman, you listening?
Hmm?
Do you know what I'd do to you,
if I didn't have this around my wrists?
And I'd be only too happy to.
Have you got any idea?
Yeah, you'd stick this gun up my ass, I guess.
Pretty good guess.
Sounds much too easy.
He might enjoy it.
That'd be a real big pity.
You know what I'd do?
I'd put my hands around his neck, and squeeze,
until his eyeballs flipped right out of his head.
Go ahead. Enjoy your fantasies.
I intend to die of old age.
But you'll die like all murderers.
I guess you're not superstitious,
or you wouldn't be making such unfounded predictions.
You can never be sure how things will turn out,
until the enemy has been buried.
And I'm not underground yet.
I want you guys to know something.
If I hadn't been wearing this uniform,
when I took you in, I'd have killed all four of you,
without asking any questions.
Just give me one excuse and you'll get
a bullet through your brains, before you can use them.
I can be just as cold-blooded as you are.
But there's no point. You're rats.
You're in a trap that's about to be
plunged into boiling water.
And that'll be the end of you.
And the world will finally be rid of the plague you brought.
So, Crazy Boy, you'll never murder another innocent kid.
Your time is running out.
(siren wailing)
Go ahead.
It's been arranged.
Today, as planned. Nothing to worry about.
(suspenseful music)
(whistle blowing)
Time's up!
(whistle blowing)
Everybody inside.
(whistle blowing)
No, you stay here.
Hello, fancy talker.
What are you here for?
I have to tell you I'm sorry.
But I've come here to finish your career.
(suspenseful music)
(yelling)
(groaning)
(screaming)
(birds chirping)
What the hell is that up ahead?
A roadblock, by the look of it.
Wonder what the hell that's all about.
Check it out, Carl. Make radio contact with them.
All right.
(radio tuning in)
Hello, transit wagon, what do you want?
What's going on?
We're bringing new prisoners up to Santa Marta.
There's been a jailbreak from the penitentiary,
up there this morning.
We've had no communication from headquarters,
to that effect this morning.
That just may be.
But I can't take your word for it.
I'm afraid I'll have to check you out.
They have to decide.
Ask their district of origin.
What's your district of origin?
We're down from Bosu Verde.
Ask him who's their officer in charge.
Who's your commanding officer?
What's all this third degree for, friend?
Everybody knows our commanding officer's Dan Cradick.
They seem to be in order.
Pass me the mic.
Is Sergeant O'Brien with you?
I'd like a word with him.
No, he didn't come with us.
He's on patrol in town today.
In that case, say hello from Sergeant Harrison.
- Sure thing. - Disconnect.
Well, can we proceed now?
Put your foot on the accelerator.
Sergeant O'Brien is not on patrol anywhere.
He was murdered by terrorists, two years ago.
(suspenseful music)
(gunshots)
Get down! Get down!
(gunshots)
(sirens wailing)
Jesus Christ. Shake them at all costs!
Carl's dead. He's been shot and so have I.
I'm bleeding. I can't go on, Harrison.
(gunshots) (siren wailing)
(gunshots)
(tires squealing)
(gunshots) (siren wailing)
(tires squealing)
(gunshots)
(gunshot)
(tires squealing)
(gunshot)
(gunshots)
(tires squealing)
Listen here, you scum.
Two good policemen are dead because of you.
Which gives me a splendid excuse to blow you to hell.
Only I won't unless I have to,
because I don't want to get dirty.
Get this into your skull, Crazy Boy.
You'll have no peace until you smell the stink
of your own flesh roasting in the electric chair.
Brett O'Hara, 34, Irish origin.
Multiple rapist and murderer,
condemned to die in the electric chair.
And we have here, Victor Brain, 35,
known as Geronimo because he's part Navajo.
Murdered a guard during an escape attempt,
from Fort Perry, where he committed his last murder.
He strangled his cell-mate during the night,
because he was a bit noisy.
Snored so loud I couldn't sleep.
He also got the death penalty.
Helmut von Bauer, 26, German origin.
Aryan.
Rapist and killer.
Cut the throats of his accomplishes,
while dividing the spoils of a heist.
His nickname is Blade.
And last, but by no means least in our collection,
Howard Henderson, know as Crazy Boy, in the headlines,
where he is frequently figured.
An unpredictable, dangerous criminal,
with a list of crimes to his credit that include
rape, robbery, and murder.
I try to do my best.
A living example of refuse to burn.
His specialty is a dedication to cop-killing.
To pay for all he's done, he would have to be condemned,
to death more than once.
Pity we can't hang, shoot, and give him the hot-seat.
Let's not exaggerate.
Well, I've delivered the goods,
and may have to stay here until
their sentences are confirmed,
which should be in the next couple of days, with any luck.
After which, they'll be transferred,
to the main security prison.
We'll take care of them. Don't worry.
That I can assure you.
They'll be temporarily put in the wing,
where we keep the most dangerous and desperate prisoners.
Sounds like fun, guys.
(laughing)
(suspenseful music)
Hey, where have you hidden the women?
Here's one, right here. Didn't you notice?
You call that a woman?
She wouldn't turn King Kong on.
That'll do! Get going! (laughing)
Kong would love you.
Shut up!
(laughing)
Now, get going. Get going!
Woo!
Now get going.
Why me? What's he got against me I wanna know.
Looks like you're just not his type I guess.
(laughing)
End of the line.
Inside.
In that case, time you took off our cuffs, I guess.
- Oh, go on, General. - My wrists are sore.
She'll take them off.
But don't try anything.
(laughing)
(whistling)
That's better.
Now it's my turn, darling.
That's better.
Now I can play with myself and think about you.
Okay, get in the cell.
Don't push!
And you!
Oh, great. We got company.
It's full of roaches.
What are you complaining about? This is luxury.
The only thing missing is the air conditioning.
(laughter)
(dramatic music)
Drop that gun, you stupid bastard.
Or we'll ring the necks of these two whores,
like a couple of chickens.
What's the matter, shit face?
Didn't you hear what Crazy Boy said?
Put down that gun.
Put it down!
I'm in no mood to play around.
Do what I say!
I'm beginning to get angry,
so don't push too hard,
or you'll be sorry!
Show him we mean business, Blade!
(groaning)
Do like I say!
Or this bitch will be in even worse condition.
You wanna be responsible for the deaths of these two sluts?
(groaning)
Take the gun.
(gunshot)
(screaming) (groaning)
Good for you. You gave him what he was asking for.
Hey look, the bastard's still breathing.
Let me rip his throat open.
No, he'd be more useful as a hostage.
We need the woman as well.
Keep pointing your gun at the warden!
Stop where you are, or I'll shoot the damn warden.
I'm ready to blow anyone that tries to move,
to bits in this motherfucking prison.
You better listen to me.
For those of you who don't know me personally,
I'll introduce myself. I'm called Crazy Boy Henderson,
because killing is my favorite hobby.
And these here friends of mine are even worse than I am.
We got nothing to lose,
because we've already been condemned to death.
So get this.
First, I want a radio transmitter.
Second, I'm not gonna allow any cops in here hanging around.
Third, get me someone important to negotiate with.
If not, it means kaput! You got that?
(groaning)
Who are you?
Did you fire that shot?
And who is this?
You ask too many questions, sweetheart.
How long's it been since you made love to a man, huh?
I bet you haven't done anything in a couple of years.
You getting to miss it?
(laughing)
A girl like you needs a man to make love to her.
I know your type.
Mind your manners.
And that's no way to treat a lady.
You look after this wounded cop now.
He needs you. Then I'll be back.
See you later.
(groaning)
(door shut and locked)
(gun clicking)
Boom! (gasping)
(laughing)
Ooh. (laughing)
(laughing)
(suspenseful music)
Four desperate criminals,
recently captured and brought to trial,
are presently awaiting sentence,
in detention at Santa Marta jail,
have made a bid for freedom, this afternoon,
taking hostage the warden of the women's wing,
and another female guard,
as well as Sergeant Harrison of the special branch.
The bunch of desperate criminals include
Crazy Boy Henderson, and Helmut von Bauer,
known as Blade Bauer,
for his trick of using razor blades, to kill his victims.
This is Vincent Robinson here.
I'm outside the building as you requested.
This is Vincent Robinson.
You wanted someone important.
I'm listening. Come in, Henderson.
You listen to me, you lousy son of a bitch.
(gun clicking)
I'll give you exactly three hours,
to get a car out there, to take us to the San Jose airport,
where you'll have a plane and a pilot,
prepared to fly us wherever we want to go.
And I'd better find a suitcase in that car.
And that suitcase better contain
five million dollars in small notes.
And it better be clean. Over.
Three hours isn't much for such a complicated request.
You better do what I say, because if you don't,
the warden dies in exactly three hours.
Then it's the cop's turn.
Then the females serving sentences, one after the other.
You got that Robinson?
If you take longer than three hours,
this jail is gonna look more like a cemetery.
Oh, and let me give you another little warning.
Up here...
I can see everything that's going on.
So don't try pulling any fast ones.
If I smell cops, the hostages die.
Over and out.
(laughing)
Your position is desperate.
You'll never make it, even if you kill us.
- Patrick? - Yeah?
Here's a present, the warden.
That's mighty generous of you. (laughing)
Let's go...
You check that no cops are prowling around.
I'll stay here.
(laughing)
Start by taking off your boots.
Are you deaf? (screaming)
(suspenseful music)
- Woohoo! - Ride 'em cowboy!
(laughing)
Oh, look. Men! Look! (women chattering)
(laughing)
Are you gonna open the cell?
Come on, I'm dying for it. I'm dying for it.
Hey, let's go! Come on, can't you get it up?
- Come on! - Yeah! Yeah!
Hey! (women chattering)
Open up the gate. (women chattering)
Come on, come get us!
We'll do you all at once.
(women chattering)
Come on, let's go.
Aw, come on.
Come on.
(women chattering)
- Yay! (cheering) - Hey! Yahoo!
(laughing)
(women chattering)
Faster! Now the rest!
(suspenseful music)
That's enough! Stop it!
Who's there?
Where do they keep morphine?
How should I know?
That's no good.
Where is it?
Where the hell?
Ugh, chloroform.
Filthy.
(laughter)
Hey, we're over here. Come here.
(women chattering)
We'll give you all you want.
(women chattering)
(laughing)
(women chattering)
(intense music)
(laughing)
No, don't you worry.
I would never hurt you.
I want you to do it all alone.
Be quick at least.
But I enjoy touching you.
I'd forgotten the smell of a woman.
Your lips look soft.
What happened to your thigh?
Just an accident.
Your skin's so exciting.
It's so long since I made it.
A woman with such fair, delicate skin,
and full, round breasts like yours.
Soft shoulders, and the smell of your hair.
Everything about you turns me on.
(moaning)
YOW!
(women chattering)
(suspenseful music)
(groaning)
I have to do this to you, girl.
I'm a jealous man, you see?
And I don't want you to
go fooling around with anybody else but me.
Good piece of ass, the warden. Hot and horny.
You ought to try her too.
No thanks. My taste lies elsewhere.
You stand guard now, and call me if you need me, okay?
Sure.
Keep your eyes open.
(intense music)
Back in the land of the living, are we General?
You might have put me out of my misery.
(laughing) Now you're being stupid.
All right, she stopped your bleeding.
Marvelous, you're a very good nurse.
Yes, my dear.
Get your hands off her, you son of a bitch!
(groaning)
Oh, look. He's started bleeding again.
So you're not as marvelous a nurse as I believed.
Are you? Are you!
Stop it! Stop it!
You'll kill him! He'll die!
Of course I'll kill him.
What else do you expect me to do
with a bastard like that?
Now tell me you'd be sorry.
You should hate cops as much as I do.
But you can't treat anyone like that.
It's inhuman.
Inhuman?
I don't think I believe my ears. It's ridiculous.
I never thought I'd hear a prisoner beg for a cop's life.
A filthy, sadistic swine like that?
You stinking little bitch!
(screaming)
It's time someone taught you which kind of man
you're supposed to be good to.
(crying)
Stop, please!
No! (crying)
(gasping)
(groaning)
(crying)
Beast!
Hi, pretty boy.
Feel like making it with me?
I'm all ready for you.
This is Bobby.
Bobby?
Ask him to dance.
Go on. Dance! Dance!
(laughing)
(suspenseful music)
You better dance too.
Go on, dance.
I don't feel like it. I'm sick.
You better do as I say!
Dance! Dance!
Go on!
(laughing)
(groaning)
Yes, nice, fine.
(groaning)
(intense music)
(hissing)
Why did you have to puncture him.
Why? That's cruel!
But I only had Bobby.
You stupid ass!
This seems to be the only entrance we can use.
You two keep us covered and then follow us in, huh?
(siren wailing)
I reiterate, Mr. Robinson,
that I decline any responsibility for your crazy plan,
which I consider a high risk for the hostages.
I'm sure you do.
Now I would like every phase of the operation videotaped.
- Will you see to it? - Yes, I will.
It's all ready. I'll see to it, sir.
Good. Go ahead.
If this action fails, remember,
I shall hold you responsible, Mr. District Attorney.
Yeah, I'm aware of that.
Go on, throw, god damn it.
Three! Look at that! I won!
Christ, you bet too high.
You just watch out. I'm going higher! (laughing)
Hey it's my turn. I wanna go.
Quite a game you got going on there.
Let's have it. I'm gonna fleece the lot of you.
Blade, where you been, huh?
None of your business, punks.
There you go.
Hey, go on, what are you waiting for?
Shit, I made some interesting contacts.
You did?
Time we counted up who owes who what.
Concentrate, everyone.
God damn it!
- What is it? - What's wrong?
My razor blade's disappeared.
Okay, let's see.
How much we got here?
Don't worry, you're not gonna need it.
The money they're gonna give us,
will buy you your own barber shop, man.
(suspenseful music)
(groaning)
Don't move.
You've lost too much blood already.
(groaning)
I don't know why you're doing all this for me.
I would have done the same thing
for anyone who was in your condition.
Lie down again now.
Bunch of wild beasts is what they are.
We'll all be dead soon.
(crying)
Mr. Robinson, they're on the line.
Yeah?
Mr. District Attorney?
This is Robinson here.
Mr. District Attorney...
I'm listening.
It's about time we heard what's happening,
with the money we asked you for.
Getting a little nervous in here.
That's being arranged, as requested.
Okay, but don't try any silly tricks,
because we're likely to get irritable.
(yelling)
No nonsense. The boys get nervous.
We're doing all we can.
I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer.
Patience, you'll have it all soon.
(suspenseful music)
(explosion) (glass breaking)
Look what's here.
Mmm.
Someone awoke Snow White, eh?
Snow White?
That's your idea of a joke?
It's Dracula's daughter.
Which is the head man, give the orders?
I give orders.
I want to propose an exchange.
And I don't think you've got too much time to decide it.
(guns clicking)
Come on. Let's go.
(suspenseful music)
(slamming)
Fire!
(gunshots)
(yelling)
(gunshots)
You stay where you are.
Mr. District Attorney!
Hey, Mr. Attorney!
(laughing)
Mr. Robinson, I think he wants you.
- Wanna have a little chat? - Come here at once.
I think you should.
Leave that alone!
I want you to see what happened to your men, Mr. Robinson.
Take a good look.
(laughter)
Thought you could surprise us, huh?
Well, just see what happens to double crossers.
I warned you. Now my friends are really mad.
They wanna get even,
and slaughter everyone in sight.
(laughing)
I don't think I'll be able to keep them in check for long.
Maybe half an hour, at most.
(laughing)
(gunshot)
Don't forget.
Just half an hour and then this is what you get.
(gunshot)
(laughter)
(static)
What now, huh?
(crying)
(gun clicking)
What are you doing that for?
Here. You're about to play roulette.
You and your rival can leave fate to decide who wins.
(laughing)
Go ahead, Snow White. Try your luck.
(suspenseful music)
(clicking)
(groaning)
Now it's your turn, baby.
(clicking)
Laura is who I am.
Laura of the snake mask,
as sensual and cruel as a praying mantis.
I was admired, adored, envied.
Men would pay just to get a whiff of my perfume.
Woo! Woo! Woo!
Woo!
(yelling)
No one had the nerve to call me his.
No one dares to betray the praying mantis.
She chooses her own mate.
And when she's done with him, he's finished.
(laughing)
(gun clicking)
(laughing)
Your turn again.
Go on!
Poor little me. I'm so vulnerable.
So easy to destroy.
Poor fools. How silly they look.
Smiling at the woman they've betrayed,
as they sit astride her body.
(suspenseful music)
(moaning)
(groaning)
(laughing)
(smacking) (groaning)
That's not playing fair, General.
Stop there.
Drop that gun or I'll shoot you dead as a door nail.
Better not try.
You've only got one bullet in that gun.
One against five is good odds. You're on.
Better hope you lost the bet, little girl.
(gun clicking)
(groaning)
(laughing)
(gun clicking)
(laughing)
Help!
(groaning) Help!
(women chattering)
(groaning)
(yelling)
(women chattering)
(yelling)
Pull the trigger.
What's the matter? You scared?
You're not scared.
(laughing)
Go on. Don't be scared. Go ahead.
(laughing)
(gunshot)
(screaming)
You slut!
(crying)
(beeping)
Robinson here. Come in, Henderson.
I can hear you.
Everything's ready.
The car's waiting outside in the yard,
with the driver and money you asked for.
You pleased?
Madly.
(gun clicking)
You ready?
Absolutely.
(siren wailing)
Okay, get in position. (siren wailing)
You, over there,
keep your guns trained on them the whole time.
You, come this way! Hurry!
The money is all here, in small notes.
10 dollar bills, U.S.
Yeah, thank you.
(suspenseful music)
Okay, hurry it up! (suspenseful music)
Move your ass!
Go on!
Geronimo, you go ahead.
I'm ready for anything.
- Good. - Okay.
Keep your eyes on the warden.
Shoot her if she gets any funny ideas.
You haven't a hope in hell of getting away with this.
I know Robinson, the Attorney General.
He's worse than you are.
(gun clicking)
Well, glad to hear it.
I'll know what to expect.
Go on! What are you waiting for?
(suspenseful music)
If anybody tries to shoot us, the hostages die!
Keep moving!
My god, Emanuelle, alive after all.
The prisoner, Emanuelle Larson,
has been sentenced by this court,
for the selling of drugs, to five years in prison.
(banging)
You'll have to kill me, Mr. District Attorney,
because when I'm free,
I'll expose you for what you really are, a bastard.
Open fire!
What are you waiting for?
Go on, shoot them all!
(gunshots)
(screaming)
You better not shoot,
or they're blasted to hell!
Don't fire, men! Stop!
Don't anyone shoot! Hold your fire!
You've got your car and your money here.
We kept our word.
Well, go on. Move, then.
Out of our way!
The rest of you cops disappear!
Get in there. Go on!
(tires squealing)
(suspenseful music)
(tires squealing)
Never seen such a lot of money in all my life!
You know what? I'm a genius.
In a way, life has just started.
Come on, you. Faster!
What's wrong? You hear what I told you?
You deaf? Put your foot down! Let's go!
(tires squealing)
(laughing)
Go on. Faster!
This car will go faster than that.
Yeah, that's better.
(tires squealing)
Now what's this? What is it?
What's going on? It's a trick!
I guess the car burned out.
I must have pushed it too hard.
You better be wrong.
Put your foot on the pedal.
Come on, do something, for Christ's sake!
Don't fuck around!
The engine's burned out.
I don't believe you.
What are you saying?
I swear, there's nothing I can do.
Start it up again!
You must! You must get it started!
It's over for you.
For me?
Oh, no, it's over for you, my friend, not for me.
I'm not finished yet.
(gunshot)
(screaming) (gunshot)
(suspenseful music)
(groaning)
Now, at last, you and I are both
equally matched against each other.
(motor revving)
(gunshots)
(screaming)
(groaning)
(gasping)
(gunshot)
(gunshots)
(explosion)
(gunshots)
You'll have no peace,
until you smell the stink of your own flesh,
roasting in the electric chair.
The world will finally be rid of the plague you brought.
(groaning)
(slow music)