Ruthless People Page #4

but it's really not | a good speaker.

We give it a 500% markup, | so we sell it at 50% off,

give the customer the illusion | he's getting a deal,

and we still make | a bundle.

- But it's so big and impressive! | - Size means very little.

Bigger is not | necessarily better.

I sound like Dr. Ruth.

- You mean the Dominator's | like a, uh-- | - Well,

the Dominators are very popular | with men who like to have bigger...

uh--

- Equipment? | - Exactly!

All right, | let's try this one.

Knees bent down, | hips tucked under.

We're gonna work on the waist. | We're gonna loosen it up. | Take the arms left and right.

Out, and reach as far | as you can.

Keep going. | Okay, left.

This time hold it over to the left. | Reach as far as you can.

Reach the right arm | up to it and take it out.

Very slowly twist | through the rib cage.

Slowly lengthen, | lift that right leg up and hold it.

Aaah!

Keep holding it. Great! | Doesn't that feel good?

Muffy?

- Oh, Muffy? [ Kissing Sounds ] | - [ Growling ]

[ Yipping ]

Muffy, meet Adolph.

Adolph, eat Muffy!

Barking

Bon appetit, Adolph.

Muffy Yipping

Junk, garbage, | garbage, junk.

What do we got here?

Woman Moaning

- Oh-ho-ho. | - Moaning

Screaming

I thought you might find | this interesting.

"An Anonymous Friend""."

- [ Moaning ] | - More!

[ Chuckling ]

#NAME? | - [ Laughing ]

[ Phone Ringing ]

- Hello. | - Sam Carol, I got your tape.

[ Gasp ] | What are you talking about?

The tape... | the videotape.

What makes you think | it was me?

Who else would send me | something like this?

[ Moaning ]

It's Sam. | He's onto us.

How in the hell did you | get this, Carol?

A friend of mine | took it.

It's terrific. I know why | you sent me this tape, honey.

And you know what | I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna do the same | damn thing with you.

And you, too, could | scream your brains out | because no one's gonna hear.

You are gonna be | beggin' me for mercy,

whimpering. | [ Chuckle ]

Oh, here she goes again. | Listen to this.

This is my | favorite part.

[ Screaming, Moaning ]

[ Panting ]

He's gonna kill me. | He's gonna torture me and kill me.

I can't stay here. | I'm gonna have to stay...

at your place.

[ Truck Horn Blasts ]

Rockabilly, Indistinct

Don't worry, honey. | Stay here as long as you want.

Oh, shoot!

Crockett and Tubbs, | they're floatin'.

Carol I can't | just sit here and wait for him...

to track me down | and kill me.

We've got to get Sam | put in jail.

I want you to make | another copy of that tape,

and this one's | for the police.

[ Ringing ]

[ Ringing ]

Footsteps

So, I guess it's just a matter of time | before you're caught,

right, honeybun?

Barbara, I want to ask you | a personal question.

You and | Mr. Stone,

did you get along?

Footsteps

So, what did | she say?

She just | insulted me.

I don't think | he loves her.

Let's face it, | she's not Mother Teresa. | Gandhi would have strangled her.

What are we | gonna do, Kenny?

I'm tired of being scared | all the time every day.

I can't take this | anymore.

I know he's bluffing.

I just know it.

I've got to be | really tough with him.

Never let the seller know | you're hot to trot.

Tell him you | haven't got the money.

Phone Ringing

Hello. | Debbie?

Yeah, Debbie's here. | Who's this?

Well, Ralph, Debbie | can't talk right now. | My dick's in her mouth.

How 'bout if I have | her call you back when I'm done.

I love wrong numbers.

Anyway, tell 'em | you don't have the money,

that it's all tied up | in investments or some crap.

[ Ringing ]

Hang on! A bad salesman | will automatically drop his price.

Bad salesmen make me sick. | Hello.

Mr. Stone, | do you love your wife?

Hang on. Would you excuse me | for a moment, please?

Oh, sure, Mr. Stone.

#NAME? | - Go ahead.

Mr. Stone, you love | your wife, don't you?

Sure, I love my wife.

Mr. Stone, we demand | a satisfactory explanation...

why you haven't shown | with the money.

Look, pal, you're asking a lot | of cash. I haven't got that | kind of money around the house.

It's all tied up | in investments, so, uh, sorry.

Sorry? | What do you mean, sorry?

- No can do. | - What?

No deal. You have to take | your business elsewhere.

"- What? | - No ""cash-ola""."

Uh, wh-wh-what | about, uh... less?

You make me sick. | Make me an offer.

Uh, bring--

Bring... 50,000 | in unmarked bills...

to the same phone | at noon on Thursday.

Thursday. | Tomorrow's Thursday. | You mean, tomorrow?

Yes, tomorrow! | Bring 50,000 tomorrow!

And if I don't?

Then the next time you see | your wife, pal, will be in the morgue.

Mr. Stone, | I have bad news.

We think we've found | your wife.

We'll need you to come with us | to identify the body.

That's not her.

Walters | There must be some mistake.

We want the woman who was | brought in this morning.

Oh, Jane Doe 56? | She's in the next room.

It looks like her, | a lot like her.

But it's not her.

My Barbara! | She's alive!

"""Modern Woman"" | Performed By Billy Joel "

You see her sittin' with | her coffee and her paper

With her high-top sneakers | of Italian design

With her long, cool stare | she aggravates attention

Makes up her face | while she makes up her mind

Now you're in trouble | maybe she's an intellectual

What if she figures out | you're not very smart

Or maybe she's the quiet type | who's into heavy metal

You've got to get it settled | 'cause she's breakin' your heart

Don't try | to put on an act

You can't do that | to a modern woman

And you're an | old-fashioned man

She understands | the things you're doin'

She's a modern woman

She's a modern woman

She's a modern woman

Woman Moaning

- [ Moaning ] | - More!

Beeping

Yes?

Sir, there's someone | on the phone. They say | they sent you that tape.

Put 'em through, | please.

Hello.

Hello. Is this | Chief Benton?

Uh, y-yes.

I'm the one who | sent you the tape.

Have you had | a look at it yet?

Yes, I just saw it.

- So, what do you think? | - Well, obviously...

it's very upsetting.

- This whole thing's making me ill. | - I agree.

That poor woman, she had | to go through a living hell.

- I'd rather die a quick death. | - All right! All right!

What do you want | from me?

Well, arresting Sam Stone | would be a good start.

You want me to | arrest Sam Stone?

Any special reason why | I should arrest him?

- For murdering his wife! | - Murder?

Well, uh, | all right, okay.

You know, it's not gonna be easy. | I'll need evidence.

That tape isn't enough | to convince you? Jesus!

Think of the publicity | you'll get.

All right, all right. | I'm convinced.

- I'll have Sam Stone arrested. | - Thank you.

Sam Stone?

- Chief Benton. | - The investigation has | taken a new direction.

We've reason to believe | Stone may have murdered his wife.

- Mr. Stone? Oh, no. | - You heard me.

- I want this placed combed until | something is found. Got it? | - Yes, sir.

[ Yipping ]

Muffy, | there you are.

Ahh.

Where have you been, | huh? Good girl.

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