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(ominous music)
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- 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.
(laughs) Poor fools.
How stupid they look,
smiling at a woman, the one they've betrayed,
as they sit astride her.
(laughs) Poor fools.
How their expressions change from men to swine,
when you emasculate them.
Poor fools. (ominous music continues)
- Irene is who I am. Irene the slut.
Filthy slut Irene.
"Cause 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.
(ominous music continues)
- 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.
(Emanuelle groans)
- Albina!
(women shouting indistinctly)
- Okay, okay! That's enough.
Stop it! Stop it!
You hear me? Stop it!
All right, girls!
- I hate you. - Let go of me.
(women groaning)
- 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.
(ominous music) (women chattering faintly)
- So, they call you Irene, do they?
The filthy slut Irene. (laughs)
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!
- (scoffs) (laughs) 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)
(Albina grunts faintly)
(Albina exclaims) - Stop it!
Haven't you had enough violence?
(water dripping) - Let me help you.
(women moaning)
(lively music)
- [Woman] Albina, look at those two.
(women moaning)
- You're so gentle.
(woman giggles) - Shh!
(women 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 to be given a lesson in modesty.
- I think you're right, Albina.
It's a good idea.
We'll start with you. - No! (yells)
- [Guard] You come over here.
(women groaning)
(women gasping)
(woman gasping)
(women gasping)
(woman gasping)
(woman gagging) (woman crying)
(women whimpering) (melancholy music)
- 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. (dramatic music)
(Emanuelle groans) - How dare you!
- Emanuelle, how could you think such a thing?
(women chattering faintly)
(indistinct) Get out, all of you!
Let's go!
Dry and get out of here!
(women chattering indistinctly)
Aren't you going to wash your face?
What are you waiting for? Wash it.
Wash your face! (Emanuelle exclaims)
- 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.
(Emanuelle gasping)
I told you to stay down! (Emanuelle exclaiming)
- Didn't you listen to the order?
(Emanuelle gasping)
- You don't get up yet! (Emanuelle exclaiming)
- Get back down!
- Go on! (Emanuelle exclaiming)
- Hurry up! Are you deaf?
(Emanuelle gasping)
(women laughing)
(water dripping)
- Well, sweetie pie, fancy seeing you here. (chuckles)
You're really making enemies.
Fancy-talkings aren't good.
(chuckles) 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?
(Emanuelle groaning)
(yelling) You lousy--!
(Albina groaning) (Emanuelle gasps)
- I hate you.
I hate you!
(Emanuelle laughing)
Don't you laugh at me.
You bastard.
You bastard, I'll kill you!
(women 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. (women groaning)
(Albina screams)
- Hmm. 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 had the floor polished too much.
Such a waste of soap.
(Emanuelle chuckles)
(water dripping) (Albina groaning)
- Stupid fool! (Albina groans)
(Irene giggling) (Irene moaning)
- [Irene] Oh, you're so sexy. You do things to me.
- Irene? - Mm-hmm.
- 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.
- (laughs) 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.
- [Reporter] May we have a statement?
(crowd chattering indistinctly)
(siren wailing in distance)
- Channel 6 would like you to give us an exclusive,
for the 9 o'clock news. - Mr. Robinson!
The public is anxious,
and I believe they have a right to know the facts!
- Mr. Robinson, for the 9 o'clock news, please, sir?
- Would you give a statement? - 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?
- [Reporter] But it's not a maximum security prison.
- [Reporter] There are women at Santa Marta, surely-
- [Reporter] I think you owe the public
something of an explanation?
- Listen, listen, let me tell you something,
members of the press, 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.
- [Reporter] Well, that's quite a statement.
(crowd chattering indistinctly)
- [Reporter] One more question, please.
One more question. Just a moment!
(crowd chattering indistinctly)
(siren wailing) (dramatic music)
(crowd chattering indistinctly)
- Why did you get out of my way?
- Look, I didn't get any more than you did.
- (spits) 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.
- [Howard] 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.
The world will finally be rid of the plague you brought it.
So, Crazy Boy, you'll never murder another innocent kid.
Your time is running out.
(sirens wailing in distance)
(dramatic music)
- Go ahead. - It's been arranged.
Today, as planned. Nothing to worry about.
(women chattering faintly)
(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.
(dramatic music continues)
(suspenseful music) (Albina yelling)
(Albina groaning)
(woman groaning)
(Albina yelling)
(women groaning)
(Albina screaming)
(Albina wailing)
(Albina yelling)
(Albina moaning)
(Albina yells)
(birds chirping)
- What the hell is that up ahead?
- [Guard] A roadblock, by the look of it.
- [Guard] Wonder what the hell that's all about.
(tires screech)
- [Guard] Check it out, Carl. I'll make radio contact with them.
- All right. (radio tuning)
- [Man] Hello, transit wagon. What do you want?
- [Carl] What's going on?
We're bringing the 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?
- [Man] 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 Craddick.
- 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?
(dramatic music)
- Put your foot on the accelerator.
Sergeant O'Brien is not on patrol anywhere.
He was murdered by terrorists two years ago.
(intense music)
(guns firing)
- Get down! Get down! (barrier crashing)
(tires screeching)
(sirens wailing)
(tires screeching)
- Jesus Christ. Shake 'em at all costs!
- Carl's dead. He's been shot and so have I.
I'm bleeding. I can't go on, Harrison.
(guns firing) (siren wailing)
(tires screeching)
(guns firing)
(tires screeching)
(gun fires)
(tires screeching)
(gun fires)
(tires screeching)
(gun fires)
(guns firing) (sirens wailing)
(tires screeching)
(gun firing)
(tires screeching)
(gun firing) (tires screeching)
(gun fires)
(tires screeching) (gun firing)
(tires screeching)
(Harrison groaning)
(men grunting)
- Well, 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,
"cause 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 cellmate during the night
because he was a bit noisy.
- Snored so loud,
I couldn't sleep. (men chuckling)
- He also got the death penalty.
Helmut von Bauer, 26, German origin.
- Aryan! - Rapist and killer.
Cut the throats of his accomplices
while dividing the spoils of a heist.
His nickname is "Blade."
And last but by no means least in our collection,
Howard Henderson, known 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. (Crazy Boy laughing)
Pity we can't hang, shoot, and give him the hot-seat.
- Let's not exaggerate.
- Well, I've delivered the goods
and I have to stay here till 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. (dramatic music)
They'll be temporarily put in the wing,
where we keep the most dangerous and desperate prisoners.
- Sounds like fun, guys.
(men laughing)
(lock rattling)
- 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.
(men chuckling) - That'll do! Get going!
(men laughing)
- Kong would love you.
- Shut up! (men laughing)
Now, get going.
Get going! (Helmut shouts)
(Brett chuckles)
- Now, get goin - Why me? I
What's he got against me? I wanna know.
- Looks like you're just not his type, I guess.
(men laughing)
(lock rattling)
- [Guard] End of the line.
- Inside.
- In that case, time you took off our cuffs, I guess.
- Oh, go on, General.
- My wrists are sore. - Come on, please.
- She'll take them off,
but don't try anything. (men laughing)
(Victor sighs) (Victor chuckles)
(Crazy Boy whistles)
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! - (chuckles) Oh, great.
We got company.
It's full of roaches.
- [Victor] What are you complaining about?
This is luxury.
The only thing missing is the air conditioning.
(men chuckling)
(dramatic music) (men groaning)
(woman exclaiming)
- Drop that gun, you stupid bastard,
or we'll wring the necks of these two whores
like a couple of chickens.
- [Helmut] 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!
(guard groaning)
(guard yelling)
Do like I say!
Or this bitch will be in even worse condition.
You wanna be responsible (guard groaning)
For the deaths of these two sluts?
(guard groans)
Take the gun.
(Colleen groaning)
(gun fires) (Colleen exclaims)
(Harrison yells)
- 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 mother-muggin' prison.
You've gotta 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've got nothing to lose,
"cause 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! Have you got that?
(Harrison groaning) (Emanuelle gasps)
- 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?
(laughs) A girl like you needs a man to make love to her.
I know your type. - Mind your manners.
(Crazy Boy chuckles) 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.
(Harrison groaning)
(door closing)
(Colleen whimpers faintly)
- Boom! (Colleen exclaims)
(Brett laughing)
(Victor laughing)
- Ooh. (men laughing)
(dramatic music) (men laughing)
(Crazy Boy laughing)
- [Reporter] Four desperate criminals,
recently captured and brought to trial
and 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.
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 5 million dollars in small notes.
(Victor chuckles)
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.
(Victor laughs)
- 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. (chuckles)
(Colleen groans) Let's go, Colleen.
- You check that no cops are prowling around.
I'll stay here.
(keys jingling)
(Crazy Boy laughing maniacally)
(Brett chuckling)
- Hmm.
Start by taking off your boots.
(Brett chuckling)
(Colleen exclaims) Are you deaf?
(dramatic music)
- Woo-hoo! - Buck on!
Ride 'em, cowboy! (Victor grunting)
(men laughing)
- [Woman] Oh, look.
Men! Look! (men catcalling)
(women chattering indistinctly)
(men chuckling)
- [Woman] Are you gonna open the cell?
- [Woman] Come on, now! Come on, I'm dying for it.
I'm dying for it. - Hey, let's go, big boy!
- [Woman] Come on, can't you get it up? Come on!
- Yeah! - Hey!
(women chattering indistinctly)
- Open up the gate. - Hey! Over here!
(women chattering indistinctly)
- [Woman] Come on, come get us!
We'll do you all at once.
(women chattering indistinctly)
- Let's go.
Come on.
(women chattering indistinctly)
(women cheering)
(Victor laughing)
(women chattering indistinctly)
- Faster! Now the rest!
That's enough! Stop it!
(Albina groans)
- 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.
(dramatic music continues)
(door creaking) (women whistling)
(woman laughing)
- [Woman] Hey, come over here.
- [Woman] Hey, we're over here. Come here.
(women chattering indistinctly)
- Come on. We'll give you all you want.
(women chattering indistinctly)
(Helmut laughs)
(women chattering indistinctly)
(Helmut shouts playfully) (Helmut laughs)
(women chattering indistinctly)
(tense synth music)
(Brett laughing maniacally)
- 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.
Been so long since I made love.
A woman with such fair, delicate skin,
and full, round breasts like yours.
Soft shoulders. The smell of your hair.
Everything about you turns me on.
(group moaning)
(Victor and Albina moaning)
(group moaning)
(Helmut yells)
(Victor and Albina moaning)
(women chatter indistinctly) (Victor yells)
(Victor chuckling)
- [Woman] Bring back some of your friends.
- Where are you going? - Come back!
(Victor spitting) - Hey!
- [Woman] Bring some reinforcements. Hey!
(Victor chuckling) (women chatter indistinctly)
- [Woman] We've got plenty to go around.
(dramatic music)
(Albina groaning)
- I have to do this to you, girl.
I'm a jealous man, you see?
And I don't want you to
to go fooling around with anybody else but me.
(lock rattling)
- (yawns) 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 continues)
Back in the land of the living, are we, General?
- You might have put me out of my misery.
- (laughs) 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!
(Harrison groaning)
(Harrison exclaims) (Harrison groaning)
- Ah, look. He's started bleeding again.
So you're not as marvelous a nurse as I believed.
Are you?
Are you! (Harrison exclaims)
- 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?
Don't 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!
(Emanuelle yelling)
It's time someone taught you which kind of man
you're supposed to be good to.
(Emanuelle groaning)
- [Emanuelle] Stop, please!
No!
(Emanuelle groaning)
(Emanuelle sobbing)
Beast!
- Hi, pretty boy.
Feel like making it with me?
I'm all ready for you.
(door creaking)
(Laura exclaims)
This is Bobby.
- Bobby?
(Irene exclaiming)
Ask him to dance. Go on.
Dance! Dance! (Irene exclaims)
(dramatic music) (Helmut laughing)
You better dance, too.
Go on, dance.
- I don't feel like it. I'm sick.
You better do as I say! (Laura exclaims)
Dance! Dance! (Laura exclaims)
Go on!
(Helmut laughing maniacally)
(women groaning) Yes, nice, fine.
(women groaning)
(intense music)
- (exclaims) No! (doll hissing)
Why did you have to puncture him?
Why? That's cruel!
I-.-
But I only had Bobby.
You stupid ass!
(hand slaps) (Irene groans faintly)
- This seems to be the
only entrance we can use. (siren wailing)
You two keep us covered and then follow us in, huh?
- 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,
goddammit. - Three! Look at that!
I won! - Christ, you bet too high.
- You just watch out. I'm going higher! (laughs)
- Hey, it's my turn.
I wanna throw. - What game you got
going on there?
- Seven! (indistinct) - Ah, 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? (chuckles)
Time we counted up who owes who what.
Concentrate, everyone.
- Goddammit!
- What is it? - What's wrong?
- My razor blade's disappeared.
- Okay, let's see.
How much we got here? One, two-
- Don't worry, you're not gonna need it.
The money they're gonna give us
will buy you your own barber shop, man.
(dramatic music)
(Harrison exclaims) (Harrison groaning)
- Don't move.
You've lost too much blood already.
(Harrison groaning)
- Emanuelle, why you 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.
(Irene sobbing)
(birds chirping)
- [Man] 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.
- [Robinson] That's being arranged, as requested.
- Okay, but don't try any silly tricks,
'cause we're likely to get irritable.
(men hollering)
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.
(dramatic music continues)
(Albina groaning)
(explosion booming) (glass shattering)
- Look what's here.
- Mmm.
Someone woke Snow White, eh?
- Snow White?
That's your idea of a joke?
It's Dracula's daughter.
- Which is the head man, gives the orders?
- I give orders.
- I want to propose an exchange,
and I don't think you've got too much time to deciding.
(guns cocking)
- Come on. Let's go.
(dramatic synth music continues)
(door creaking)
Fire! (guns firing)
(women yelling)
(guns firing)
(officer exclaims)
(Brett groaning)
(officer exclaims)
- You stay where you are.
(birds chirping)
Mr. District Attorney!
Hey, Mr. Attorney! (laughs)
- Mr. Robinson, I think he wants you.
- 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. (Helmut laughing maniacally)
Take a good look.
(Helmut hollering)
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.
(Crazy Boy and Helmut laughing)
I don't think I'll be able to keep 'em in check for long.
Maybe half an hour, at most.
(Helmut hollers) (Helmut laughing)
(gun fires) (officer groans)
(birds chirping)
Don't forget.
Just half an hour and then this is what you get.
(gun fires) (Helmut laughing)
(static buzzing)
- What now, huh?
(Laura sobbing)
(gun clicks)
- What are you doing that for?
- Here.
You're about to play roulette.
You and your rival can leave fate, to decide who wins.
(Crazy Boy laughing) (ominous music)
- Go ahead, Snow White. Try your luck.
(trigger clicks)
(Laura groaning)
(cylinder clicking)
Now it's your turn, baby.
(hammer clicks)
- 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 to just to get a whiff of my perfume.
(ominous music continues)
(Helmut hooting)
(Helmut hollering)
- [Laura] 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.
(Victor chuckles)
(hammer clicks) (Victor chuckles)
(cylinder clicking) (Victor chuckles)
- 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.
(eerie music) (Laura moaning)
(Helmut exclaims) (Helmut groaning)
(Laura groaning) (intense music)
(Helmut groaning) (Laura groaning)
(gun clicking) (Victor chuckling)
(Harrison 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.
(Emanuelle whimpers)
- Better hope you lost the bet, little girl.
(dramatic music)
(hammer clicks)
(Helmut groaning)
(Crazy Boy chuckles)
(hammer clicks) (Crazy Boy laughing)
(cylinder clicking)
(Helmut groaning)
- Help! (groaning) Help!
(women chattering indistinctly)
(Helmut exclaims)
(women chattering indistinctly)
(Helmut yells)
(Helmut yelling)
(women chattering indistinctly)
(Helmut yelling)
- Pull the trigger.
What's the matter? You scared?
You're not scared.
(Crazy Boy laughing)
- Go on. Don't be scared.
Go ahead. (men chuckling)
(Crazy Boy laughing)
(gun fires) (Emanuelle exclaims)
(Emanuelle screams) (Emanuelle whimpering)
- You slut!
(Emanuelle sobbing)
(antenna beeping)
- [Robinson] 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.
(shells clicking)
- You ready? - Absolutely.
(siren wailing)
- Okay, get in position.
- [Man] You, over there,
keep your guns trained on them the whole time.
You, come this way! Hurry!
- The money's all here, in small notes.
- $10 bills, U.S. - Yeah, thank you.
(intense music)
- Okay, hurry it up!
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 loading) - Well, glad to hear it.
I'll know what to expect. Go on!
What are you waiting for?
If anybody tries to shoot us, the hostages die!
Keep moving!
- My God, Emanuelle, alive after all?
- The prisoner, Emanuelle Arsan,
has been sentenced by this court
for the selling of drugs, to five years in prison.
(gavel bangs)
- 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!
(gun firing) - Cease fire!
(gun fires) (Robinson exclaims)
- 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!
(engine starting)
(tires screeching)
(intense synth music)
(tires screeching)
- (hollers) Never seen such a lot of money in all my life!
You know what? I'm a genius.
A new way of life is just startin'.
Come on, you. Faster!
What's wrong?
You hear what I told you?
You deaf? Put your foot down!
(tires screeching) Let's go!
(Crazy Boy chuckles)
Go on. Faster!
This car will go faster than that.
Yeah, that's better.
(tires screeching)
(engine stalling)
Now what's this? What is it?
What's going on? It's a trick!
- [Driver] I guess the car burned out.
Must have pushed it too hard.
- You better be wrong.
Put your foot on the pedal.
Come on, do something, for Christ's sake!
(driver groans) 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.
(gun fires) (Crazy Boy exclaims)
(Crazy Boy yelling)
(gun firing) (driver groans)
(intense music continues)
(men groaning)
- Now, at last, you and I are both
equally matched against each other.
(engine revving)
(barrier crashing) (gun firing)
(woman exclaiming) (women groaning)
(Emanuelle groaning)
(gun fires)
(gun firing) (Colleen exclaims)
(gun fires) (Mr. Robinson groans)
(explosion booming)
(guns firing)
- [Voice over] 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. (Emanuelle yelling)
(Crazy Boy groaning)
(Crazy Boy exclaims) (Crazy Boy groaning)
(Harrison panting) (birds chirping)
(dramatic music)