Bloodbath (1975) - full transcript

[logo theme]

[waves crashing]

[huffing and puffing]

[squealing]

[slow rhythmic music]

[gasping]

[chicken clucking]

[chuckling]

[children chanting]

[bells tolling]

[distant singing]



[animals bleating]

[meow]

[humming softly]

[whistling]

[LOUD ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC ON
RECORD]

[music stops]

MAN: Nothing's real.

Nothing's real.

(SINGING) Put on the skillet.

Put on the lid.

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

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

I got some things
for you, Chicken.

You got some things for me?



Bread.

Some eggs.

Oh!

[both chuckling]

Oh, shoot.

Eggs.

I brought you some eggs.

You like eggs.

[egg cracking]

Why'd you shoot, Chicken?

You promised.

Oh, Chicken, why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Hm?

Ow.

Good nigger.

You start singing now.

You start singing now.

(SINGING) Mammy's
little baby loves

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

baby loves short'nin' bread.

You sing it, Anna.

You understand me, pickaninny?

You sing it to me.

You sing it to me.

Go on.

(SINGING) Mammy's
little baby loves

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

Baby loves short'nin' bread.

Sing it, Anna.

Mammy's little baby
loves short'nin',

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

Mammy's little baby
loves short'nin',

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

Put on the skillet.

Put on the lid.

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

That ain't all she's gonna do.

Mammy's gonna make
some cornbread too.

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

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

in the soul-cleansing
blood of the lamb?

Are your garments spotless?

Are they white as snow?

Are you washed in the
blood of the lamb?

Are you walking daily
by the Savior's side?

Are you washed in the--

WOMAN SINGING (VOICEOVER):
Are you washed?

Mama!

WOMAN SINGING (VOICEOVER):
Are you washed?

Are you washed?

CHICKEN: Mama!

[animal noises]

Mama!

Mama!

[distant rooster]

[begging in spanish]

[spanish market chatter]

WOMAN (SINGING): [spanish]

Are your garments spotless?

Are they white as snow?

Are you washed in the
blood of the lamb?

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

of the lamb?

Are your garments spotless?

Are they white as snow?

Mama!

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

[spanish]

[screaming in spanish]

[rotors approaching]

[bossa nova music]

MAN (ON RADIO):
[speaking spanish]

[slow country music]

Ah!

Get out of here.

Fuck off!

Vamos, vamos.

Oh, well.

MAN (ON RADIO): [spanish]

[bluegrass music]

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

And my plans are laid good.

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

My card's on the table.

I'm willing and able.

And my limit is the sky.

Oh, god.

[medium swing music]

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

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

Got my cards on the table.

I'm willing and able.

And my limit is the sky.

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

I'll separate the
boys from the men.

Temperature's rising up.

Little me is wise enough.

When I play, I always win.

[same song on record]
[music off]

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

Yeah.

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

My fans, my public.

Betcha thought that there
were my parents, looking

down at this cuddly
little baby saying, oh,

isn't she a treasure?

Why don't we call it that?

Well, that ain't
the way it happened.

Nope.

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

Or was I on my belly?

I really don't remember.

Well, anyway, right
side up or upside down,

there I was, stretched
out on the casting couch.

Oh, yeah.

They had casting couches.

And there was this--

that ugly old producer.

Well, he was important.

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

He was like a studio head.

And he says to me, Mary--

that's my real name, Mary--

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

And he was drooling.

And he says, Mary,
you're Treasure.

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

Big house in Beverly Hills.

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

Oh, good jewelry.

And telephones--
telephones everywhere.

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

Hello?

Hello?

My telephone voice.

Hello?

This is Treasure Evans.

Hello, Chicken.

Hello, Chicken.

CHICKEN: How long
have I been here?

Oh.

Yesterday.

Yeah, yesterday morning.

I found you lying on the beach.

You must have been
there a long time.

You OK?

Oh.

Oh, wow.

Did you really think
even for a moment

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

Oh, wow.

You've got a lot to learn.

Boy, I've known losers.

God knows how many.

And another thing.

You're too old for me.

[bells tolling]

[crowd chanting in spanish]

Shit.

[chanting continues]

HEATHER: Why is it
called Good Friday?

Why is what?
HEATHER: Good Friday.

Why is it called Good Friday?

Didn't you hear me?

My question is, if it
really is, or rather

represents the day
he was crucified,

then why is it called--

good God, aren't
you dressed yet?

You're beautiful.

Do you know that, old girl?

Would you like to
go to bed with me?

Again?

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

Have you forgotten?

Hm?

Bitch.

[chuckling]

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

Put your pants on, love.

We'll be late for the fiesta.

[honking]

Out of my way, you
stupid [inaudible]!

[continued honking]

Happy holidays!

Bang.

Bang, bang, bang.

Bang, bang, bang!

[elaborate horn]

Well, here she comes.

Among our little
group, no gathering

would be complete without
its token fading rose!

TERENCE: Bombs away!

A line from one
of my old movies.

Whoop!

HEATHER: I didn't see that one.

[all chuckling]

ALLAN: This is Luella Parsons.

Hello from Hollywood.

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

Hello, pets.

HEATHER: Hello, dearie.

Everyone in a festive mood?

I hope so.

Chicken, I never saw
you look so clean.

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

Isn't it lovely to feel lovely?

Oh, Heather, what a
dear little dress.

No, this is a
dead little dress.

I try.

God knows she tries.

You look lovely too, Alice.

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

I mean, even though
we are expatriates.

Treasure, please do not
use the word expatriate.

I'm not expatriate.

I simply live abroad.

(SINGING) Up in the
air, Junior Birdman.

Up in the air, upside down--

You're my favorite
musician, baby.

Showtime.

Spotlight on Chicken.

Is that bit of silliness
directed at me, Chicken?

[shrieking]

Must you?

After that entrance
I made, I deserve

to have the spotlight on me!

Give me Ziegfeld
Pink on Treasure Evans.

It's moments like that,
which along with Annette

Funicelli and Sandra
Dee, have made you

one of my favorite actresses.

And you, one of
my favorite fags.

BOTH: Mwah!

Buenas noches.

TREASURE: God, look at him.

He must be getting hard up.

ALLAN: Hard bought.

[both chuckling]

Happy Good Friday!

[interposing voices]

So?

Vas?

Herr Commandant does
not drink with Germans?

Sieg Heil!

[chuckling]

I don't find that amusing.

You are a soldier, no?

I don't remember the war.

I was born during the war.

I don't know who my father was.

He was a soldier.

A British soldier.

Maybe you're my father.

You, my daddy.

I drink to my unknown father!

BOTH SINGING: Oh,
the Souse family

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

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

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

[glass breaking]

I want to make a toast.

To crucifixion.

Resurrection.

[all laughing]

That's sacrilegious.

No, it isn't.

Well, it's not proper.

Proper?

Oh, my god, Heather.

What is proper?

Her pearls.

Real pearls.

Now, that's proper.

But they are real.

That's what I said.

They're real.

Nothing's real.

Everything's permitted.

What is that?

A quote.

ALLAN: Too much.

Too much!

[inaudible] what I said.

From the philosophy
of the assassins.

[laughing]

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

that garbage that he's into.

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

TERENCE: Stoned?

Disgusting.

They go around killing people.

And then they commit suicide.

Suicide?

They believe
they're born again.

TERENCE: Tut with the
heavenly hodgepodge.

ALLAN: And then they come back.

Pure, cleansed.

Like from the steam baths.

[all laughing]

No.

Like from the crucifixion.

Are you washed in the
blood of the lamb?

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

Are you washed in the
blood of the lamb?

Are you fully trusting
in his grace this hour?

Are you washed in the
blood of the lamb?

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

Yea, of the lamb!

Are your garments spotless?

Are they white as snow?

Are they washed in
the blood of the lamb?

Lay aside the garments
that are stained with sin

and be washed in the
blood of the lamb.

There's a fountain flowing
for the soul unclean.

Talk about Easter baskets.

I haven't seen
anything so beautiful

since I left Louisiana.

CROWD: Are you
washed in the blood,

in the soul-cleansing blood--

Allan, you're a common whore.

A whore?

Yes.

Common?

No.

And you, dear Terence,
decorated wing command,

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

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

I beg your pardon?

ALLAN: You must
have some brandy.

Hello.

My name is Kerry Nation.

[animal squealing]

[singing in spanish]

Hello, Chicken.

You know my name?

Would you like
to dance with me?

[all chuckling]

You're really
quite a muscle boy.

What's your name, huh?

He's mute, lady.

He can't talk.

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

Terence, all right?

Terence?

Excuse me.

Hi.

[chuckling]

Is he pissed?

I beg your pardon?

[giggling]

Happy landing, my dear.

Oh, no thank you.

I don't drink
alcoholic beverages.

I'm knocked up, you see.

Whee!

Tomas.

Tomas!

Oh!

[chuckling]

Do you write
poetry or something?

No.

Not anymore.

That woman.

Huh?

Your girl, what does she do?

Nothing either, except
being hung up on white guys.

And I happen to be the
only one available.

[chuckling]

What are you looking for?

Nothing.

Good.

Why do you ask?

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

[chuckling]

Would did you do that for?

What do you mean?

You stopped.

I want to see
you when you come.

Go on.

Eh.

Ride on, like a big
motion picture show stud.

After that interruption?

I'll come on.

[chuckling]

Don't laugh at me.

Come here.

[continued chanting]

[cat meowing]

What's that?

My pill.

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

Not that pill.

Cough drops.

It's cough drops?

Mm-hmm.

- You got a cold?
- No.

I just like cough drops.

That's nice.

I like girls that
like cough drops.

[chuckling]

I like cough drops.

I like to taste you.

[cats meowing]

[howling]

[bells ringing]

Gracias.

Oh, god.

Why have those damned bells
been ringing all morning?

Little boy, native,
drowned in the fountain.

That is for whom the bells toll.

Terrible.

Give me a fag.

Do you want something?

Yes.

Something hot and black.

I would have thought
you already had that.

Mm.

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

Hey, Carl, two coffees, huh?

Americano.

Yeah, yeah.

Two Americanos.

Dos cafes Americanos.

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

and a mosquito net, and, uh--

And, and, and?

And I watched him
sleep all night.

Grr.

He-- he looked like an angel.

Asleep.

My muscle man walked me home.

You scored?

He walked me to
the door and very,

very gently kissed
me good night.

I felt like I was
14 years old again.

I may throw up.

Hi.

Oh.

Well, good morning.
- Join us.

Thanks.

ALLAN: In something.

Everything.

Coffee.

What all do angels have
for breakfast anyway?

Bacon and manna?

Ha, ha.

Angels?

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

And that's a fact.

There are no facts.

You see, here we
sit, day after day,

bored stiff with one another.

And then suddenly you come
along, unexpected and quite

by accident.
- There are no accidents.

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

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

Nothing's accidental.

Ha.

I never got what I
wanted out of life.

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

[chuckling]

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

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

TREASURE: I did too
want to be a nurse.

ALLAN: With good furs
and dependable servants?

A little boy drowned.

[chanting]

[bells tolling]

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

What are you mumbling about?

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

all groomed up to impress.

Don't talk nonsense.

Oh, you will tell her
about your military career.

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

Go to hell.

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

a bloody little hero
you were, how many

missions you successfully flew?

Ooh, accomplished.

Your medals, your decorations.

Your cock-- and bull stories.

Particularly bull.

You're drunk.

And you're not
drinking this morning.

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

Oh, I suppose not.

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

Heather.

Go ahead and make a
damn fool of yourself.

You better go the whole way.

Wear that.

Really, give her the works.

Wing commander
Terence Brandon, sir.

Aye aye, sir.

Yes, sir.

Whatever you say, sir.

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

if I may say so, darling--

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

that the god damn war is over!

Oh.

You've never done that.

Why did you hit me?

(SINGING) Land of
hope and glory.

Mother of the free.

[sobbing]

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

What?

You have to take
the first step.

I can't just give it to you.

You look beautiful like that.

What?

I said you look
beautiful like that.

I can't hear you.

I said I want to rape you.

Then you should!

What?

I said then you should.

I can't hear you!

Then you should!

[music playing]

[army drums]

You're too young to
know about the war.

What war?

World War II, of course.

Keep your eyes on the road.

[continued army drums]

They were damn good days.

Were you, you
know, a hero type?

You know, John Wayne?

Aren't you eating?

No.

I have to watch my figure.

[whistling]

It's true.

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

I could turn him
back into a prince.

Well, I ain't no prince.

You ain't no
frog either, baby.

Because frogs hop to it.

A toast?

Here's to it.

We all do it.

Even the birds that fly.

Bees do it and die.

Dogs do it and stick to it.

So why can't you and I?

At least-- why can't we try?

Now, little boy, that was me.

And that too.

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

at all?

How old are you?

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

I don't think I want to know.

You just stay
there and be naked.

Yes.

Oh, young and
beautiful and naked.

It's very important.

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

TERENCE: You're so young.

Mm-hmm.

Innocent.

What do you mean?

Isn't that what people
of your generation,

the preceding generation,
always say about the following?

Young and innocent.

TREASURE: So I got out, split--

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

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

Oh, you know, people
are always asking me.

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

all that glamor and all that--

one, two, three, four.

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

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

I could go back
tomorrow if I wanted to.

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

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

is one of the
biggest freelance--

well, he is the biggest
freelance agent in Hollywood,

you know?

And he calls me nearly
every day with offers.

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

Something special,
special material, hm?

You know my song, huh?

[music playing]

Hear that?

That is me.

Treasure Evans' theme song.

Mm.

Whenever they hear that
song anywhere in the world,

do you know who they think of?

They think of me.

Mm.

My big moment.

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

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

and yards of white fox fur.

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

fur when the film was over.

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

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

You think they
don't want me back.

Well, that's not true.

My phone is ringing
off the wall.

The agents, the studios--

they keep calling
me all the time.

And Buzz Lewis keeps
calling me all the time.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Hello.

Hello.

Hello!

Who is there?

Buzz?

God damn you.

Who are you?

Why do you keep teasing me?

Who are you?

What do you want from me?

I'm sorry.

It's so--

[sobbing]

Someone keeps calling,
and there's no one.

There's never anybody there.

[sobbing]

[music playing]

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

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

Got my cards on the table.

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

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

I'll separate the
boys from the men.

Temperature's rising up.

Little me is wise enough.

When I play, I always win.

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

To make use of what
nature bestows.

Oh, my favorite attraction
is a big satisfaction.

When one rises, uh-huh,
everything goes.

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

special remedy, I
just send out the call

and men naturally fall.

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

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

and ready or not,
boys, everything goes.

[inaudible].

God damn Kansas City bastard!

No.

Not yet.

We'll know when
the time is right.

No, no, no!

Right now.

You all right, old girl?

Hm?

[chuckling]

You bloody old fool.

[meowing]

[chuckling]

[sobbing]

Ladies first.

Here?

That's right.

What an enchanting
little place.

Yuck.

Charming and rustic and quaint.

And how the shit did
you ever find it?

The honeymoon suite.

When the time is--

Time is right.

Click.

Click!

[horn blowing]

Damn you.

Damn you.

Damn you.

What the hell did you
want to do that for?

[radio chatter]

I've never known it.

I don't understand.

I--

I love you.

Bloody years.

I love you.

Oh, damn, damn, damn.

I love you.

[military drumming]

Left.

Left, right, left.

Left.

Left.

Left.

Left.

I love it.

I love the sea.

Sometimes I-- I
think I came from it.

I feel very close
to it, very close.

I love it.

I love you.

How?

Gently.

Like an old-fashioned way.

Flowers.

Candlelight.

Roses.

Sunrise.

It's like-- like poetry.

You know, words.

Your own?

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

But when it comes,
I'll be there.

And you may laugh.

I'll understand.

For I am a summers man.

When did you write that?

A long time ago.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

10.

Fire.

[gunfire]

[meowing]

Terry.

[bell tolling]

Was he pissed?

Was he pissed?

Oh, shut up, Carl.
Shut up.

Shut up.
- [inaudible].

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Go away.

Go away.

Back.

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

to live and die in Dixie--

HEATHER: You, boy.

He's with her, isn't he?

Where is she?

She?

Oh, you know who I mean.

Don't play the innocent with me.

I know who you are.

I know who you all are.

Why don't you leave us alone?

Leave us alone!

We were all right
until you came.

We were happy, you devil.

You freak.

What do you want?

What do you want?

Hey, lady.

I don't want nothing.

What's happening to us?

Oh my god, what's
happening to us?

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

I-- I didn't mean--

I'm sorry.

Heather, wasn't
Terence pissed again?

No.

He was not.

ALLAN: Heather.

Yes.

He was pissed.

Leave them alone,
and they will come home

dragging their-- behind them.

Carl, get me another Scotch.

Double.

Oh, I feel alive again.

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

But I don't care.

And I don't care
if the telephone

don't ever ring again.

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

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

Alive!

[phone ringing]

Ring away.

You son of a bitch.

I don't need you anymore.

[phone ringing]

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

A crazy celebration
with everybody.

Very democratic.

I'm going to invite
even the peasants.

No, especially the peasants.

And I'll wear my
silver gown, the one

that I wore in that film.

And up to my ass
in white fox fur.

I'll show them who
Treasure Evans is.

Terry?

Terry?

Terry!

Terry!

Terry!

(ECHOING) Terry!

Terry!

Terry!

Terry!

[continued echoing]

[parade chatter and music]

WOMAN: (SINGING) [spanish]

Are your garments spotless?

Are they white as snow?

Are you washed in the
blood of the lamb?

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

of the lamb?

[military march music]

Chicken, baby!

Hello!

You're here too?

I love peasant parties.

They're such big
Hollywood premieres.

You know, [inaudible].

Everything in deplorable
taste, but everyone's here.

[slinky jazz music]

Hello, pets.

MAN: Hello.

[applause]

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

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

[cheering]

Action.

[big band music]

Come on.

It's a party.

Why don't you join us?

Why don't you step forward?

MAN: Why don't you come?

Hear his voice.
Won't you come?

Come now.

Step forward in the
shame of your sins

and dedicate your life to the
goodness and the redeeming love

of the lamb.

Earnestly, tenderly,
he is calling.

And except that you
accept his word,

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

Won't you come?

Won't you accept Jesus Christ?

CROWD: (SINGING A HYMN)
Softly and tenderly,

Jesus is calling--

[big band music]

CROWD: --for me.

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

Watching for you and for me.

Come home.

[party chatter]

[shouting]

[wailing]

Priest cowers
over a young boy.

All of a sudden.

[applause]

Today we, the graduating class
of the Southern Bible Junior

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

ever in the footsteps of
the [inaudible] Calvary,

bearing even as he bore--

[big band music]

What do you want, boy?

What you want, boy?

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

[guitar music]

[big band music]

[typing]

Come on.

[shouting]

Are you saved?

Do you accept him as
your personal savior?

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

and the Holy Ghost, amen.

CROWD: (SINGING)
--soul-cleansing blood

of the lamb.

[wailing]

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

Fuck me--

[inaudible]

Do you understand that?

Do you understand that?

Looking in the mirror
has fucked me up.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?

[sobbing]

[shrieking]

I don't want anything!

WOMAN: Are you sure?

I don't want anything.

Nothing?

[laughing]

Oh!

I was a crap lousy actress.

[big band music]

Do you hear this song?

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

It wasn't me.

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

I got my cards on the table.

I'm willing and able.

And my limit is the sky.

[chuckling]

It was a rival.

They dubbed it in.

They used another girl's
voice, and they built

my whole career on that song.

Oh, it was all a lie.

Except being young.

And I-- I was young.

The studio makeup department
created this face.

They capped my teeth,
and they bobbed my nose.

Mary Jane Perkins
had a good nose.

And they bobbed it.

(SINGING) To make use
of what nature bestows.

My telephones.

My telephones everywhere
really did ring all the time.

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

Ooh!

Hello?

Yes, this is Treasure Evans.

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

as I'd like to.

You see, I have so many
previous commitments.

Yeah.

Bye-bye, baby.

[song continues on record]

[song ends]

I don't--

Eggs.

I brought you some eggs.

You like eggs.

I'm-- I'm--

I'm a summers man.

Nothing's real.

[groaning]

[moaning]

SINGER ON RECORD: I
just send out the call,

and men naturally fall.

The heat turns--

Turns on.

And this goes off.

Throw back the hatchet.

Open up the-- whatever.

Nature is a-calling.

The sky is a-falling.

Oh.

[record skips]

(IMITATING HUMPHREY
BOGART) Play it again, Sam.

Doc, did you say that?

Mary, you're a treasure.

[chuckling]

[screaming]

[man cackling]

Who are you?

What do you want?

How about it, sweetie?

[chuckling]

No.

[interposing voices]

Ride her, cowboy.

Woo-hoo!

[chuckling]

MAN: Just put your money
where your mouth is.

Well, here's to it.

We all do it?

Even the birds that fly.

[smacking]

Hm?

It's what you want.

[groaning]

Mary, you're a treasure!

[shouting]

[horn blowing]

Oh, Mama.

ALLAN: No.

Oh, my god, no.

No!

[shouting]

No, no.

Please, help me!

[screaming]

[coughing and groaning]

[shouting]

[shouting]

[phone ringing]

They're calling.

Oh, it's important.

It's important.

Please give me the phone.

Give it to me.

MAN: New York.

MAN: Oklahoma City.

MAN: Phoenix, St. Louis.

WOMAN: San Francisco.

MAN: Atlantic City.

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

Oh, it's there.

It's there.

She's calling.

[phone ringing]

[inaudible]

Please!

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

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

Hello?

Is she there?

Madrid, are we connected?

[screaming]

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

to make use of what bestows.

For my favorite attraction
is a big satisfaction.

When one rises, uh-huh,
everything goes.

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

in the soul-cleansing
blood of the lamb?

Are your garments spotless?

Are they white as snow?

Are you washed in the
blood of the lamb?

Are you walking daily
by the savior's side?

Are you washed in the
blood of the lamb?

Do you rest each moment
in the crucified?

Are you washed in the
blood of the lamb?

Are you washed in the blood--