Gore Gore Girls, The (1972)

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- May I be of service to you?
- Can I please speak to Mr. Gentry?

Uh, why don't you try phoning?

I've been trying all day, but no one answers.

Why don't you try again tomorrow?

- Try what?
- Phoning.

But I'm here now.

Thought you said you only wanted to
speak to him.

Can I please see Mr. Gentry?

Young lady, you've now had the pleasure of
both speaking to and seeing Mr. Gentry.

- Now...
- You're Mr. Gentry?

- I thought you were...
- His butler.

Why, yes.

One as efficient as myself
does not employ people to do tasks

which he himself does superlatively.

Gee.

Well, are you going to invite me in?

Do you have something to give me?

Twenty-five thousand dollars.

The concept seems worthy of consideration.

Well, this is some place you've got here.

May I have the pleasure of knowing
my welcomed intruder's name,

and when I get the money?

My name is Nancy Weston
and I'm a reporter for The Globe.

Get out.

Just a minute, Mr. Gentry.

The Globe wants to hire you to investigate
that weird m*rder

of the strip-teaser last night.

Well, then, they can send me a formal letter
like anyone else.

But we would have,

but you have a reputation for giving lengthy
consideration before you take a case

and we wanted to know your answer today.

You mentioned $25,000...

The Globe will give you $25,000
just to investigate the m*rder

- and if you discover the m*rder*r...
- If I discover the m*rder*r?

If you had any doubts at all,
why bother me?

At any rate, discover the m*rder*r
and you get $25,000 more.

And your newspaper gets exclusive rights
to the mystifying story

of how the remarkable Abraham Gentry
cracks another case.

You took the words right out of my mouth.

Tell me. Tell me.

Anyone could have made me this offer,
the Editor, the Chairman of the Board,

why such a young and attractive
novice reporter?

Perhaps, your employers felt that $50,000
wasn't enough.

Perhaps, but the money's the only offer
you're getting from me.

I'm happy to know that.

Because if anything were offered besides
the money, I would have had to turn it down.

- If you're done being clever...
- Never.

If I have your word
that you'll take this case,

I'm authorized to give you this check
for $5000

- for immediate expenses...
- You have my word and now you may leave.

My pleasure.

Stay out of trees.

Hello.

Hello!

- Hey, mister.
- What in heaven's name can I do for you?

- What can you do for me?
- Well?

I just wanted to know
if you wanted something to drink.

Oh, as a matter of fact, I am a bit dry.

- I'll have some Cordon Bleu.
- Huh?

Cordon... Never mind.

I'll have a bottle of
tonic water.

- In a clean glass.
- Ooh.

Would you please sit and talk to me
for a while?

Sure, babe.

Sorry it took so long, but
we borrowed your glass as a bottle opener.

Want me to take the first drink
to make sure it's OK?

But I didn't boil my lips.

- You should have.
- Eh, what gives?

As a matter of fact I would appreciate it
if you'd let me take it off the tray.

Sure, be my guest.

Now, don't drink it too fast.

Please tell me everything you can
about Suzie Creampuff.

Are you a cop?

- Hardly.
- But what do you wanna know for?

She came from the Midwest.
She wanted to be an actress or a model.

She was doing this for food till
she got a part in something.

She worked here for about two months.

She really thought she was something else,
but she was just a big tease.

Oh, stop drooling.
I have a few more questions.

- sh**t.
- Did she have any boyfriends?

Nah, like I said, she was a big tease.

She'd get all the horny guys really turned on
and let them think they were taking her home.

But when the club closed, she'd tell them
all to flake off.

Was there anyone she teased in particular?

- Yeah.
- Go on.

There was this one guy, uh, a student.

Real wormy looking kid.

His mouth started hanging open
as soon as he saw her.

He didn't really pay any attention
to any of us other girls.

He would have done anything just to get
it on with her.

She'd always tease him and shut him down.

Once, she told him
she'd spent a night with him.

Do whatever he wanted for $200.

So he came in the next night

with a check made out to cash for $200

and gave it to her after her last show.

- And then?
- She looked at it, laughed and tore it up.

- Hmm.
- Poor kid looked like he was gonna cry.

Do you know what happened to that check?

One of the bartenders saw the whole thing.
He felt sorry for the kid

so he gave him a Harvey Wallbanger for it.

Do you know where that check is?

I think it's in the cash box, I'll check.

Hmm.

"Joseph Carter."

"1138 Winona..."

Is there anything else you can tell me?

Nah.

Hey, mister.
If you're ever around here again...

I'll try not to be.

I just thought I'd give you a little tip.

A girl like you ought to know
what to do with this.

Well, what are you doing here?

Just making sure the paper's getting
its money's worth.

- Fasten your seat belt.
- Where are we going?

1138 Winona.

Would you happen to be a Mr. Joseph Carter?

Nah, man, you like, uh, just missed him.

Would you happen to know where he went?

Who are you?

Yeah, yeah, he went to the stripper's.
Candy Cane's.

She was this friend of the other stripper
that got bumped off the other night.

- Did he say why he went?
- Why do you wanna know?

Uh, he said something about,
uh, he thought she knew something.

Man, he was like real crazy, man,
freaked out, like in a daze.

Haven't been out of his crib all day.

Did he say where the young lady lived?

Yeah.

Uh, it's like first pan above Hungry Man's
restaurant, like right down there.

Eh, thanks a lot, man. Peace!

- Who do you think you'll find here?
- Kilroy.

Why did you do that?

I didn't think you'd want to be
on the floor when the police arrive.

They wouldn't step over you.

Lieutenant Anderson, please.

No. No emergency.

Lieutenant Anderson,

a friend of mine stepped into some trouble
and seems to have lost face.

All right, stop taking
those g*dd*mn pictures!

Or I'll arrest every one of you.

Now look, Gentry.

Happen to know anything else, or have you
found anything and forgot to tell me?

Lieutenant...

I'm sorry, I cannot stay for your pardon.

But I have some things to attend to.

Hey, don't you think that guy, Carter, has
anything to do with the murders?

Hardly. A diversionary tactic.

- How do you figure?
- Miss Weston,

I'm not here to instruct you on
criminal investigations or ingenious methods.

Well, where to, then?

How about your apartment?

Why, Abraham, you're flattering me.

Yes, I was thinking of putting you to bed.

And giving you an adequate dose of sleeping
pills to get rid of you for a few days.

Tell me, Mr. Gentry, do you try to be a jerk
or does it just...

Come naturally.

Get in and fasten your seat belt.

- Where to?
- Tops and Bottoms.

The place where our friend worked
who had her face lifted.

You're resting
your crutch on my foot.

I don't want you
to move an inch from this spot.

Oh, no. Ow!

OK, OK.

Where are you going?

Going to pay a small visit to the bartender.

How would you like a drink while I'm gone?

Hey, Barney, give me a couple of Martinis
and a Manhattan on the rocks, please.

- Right with you. Yeah.
- Now. Yeah, yeah.

All I ever do around this place is wait.

Come on.

Hey, she's taking it all off!

Excuse me.

Sorry, you are inexcusable.

Well, if it isn't Miss Glamour.

If I would have known
you were coming, Mr. Clean,

I would have bought a bottle of Pepto-Bismol
for you and a bottle of disinfectant for me.

It never occurred to me that
I might run into you after your work

twice in one day.

But, if it did, I would have thought
your second job would have caused me

to bump into you on the street.

Look. What do you want? I'm busy.

I don't wanna get fired
for talking to riff raff.

The young lady at that table
would like a Zombie in a tall glass

with four shots of tequila.

How long has she been out with you?

Just deliver the drink.

- Hey, Barney.
- Yeah.

I want a Zombie in a tall glass
with four shots of tequila.

Don't ask me why.

- Hey, Barney.
- Yeah.

- I'd like to talk to you for a minute.
- I'm too busy, Max.

Hey, Charlie, take over for me.
I gotta take a sh*t.

Yeah, buddy, what's on your mind?

Who's that big man at the end of the bar,

the one mutilating those squashes
and tomatoes?

Oh, him, he's Grout.

- Grout?
- Yeah, Grout.

That's all I've ever heard him called.

Hey, uh, why are you interested in him?

Please tell me everything you can about him.

Yeah, buddy.

Now, uh, you know,
I don't know much about him,

like, where he lives and stuff like that

but what I do know is that he's an ex-Marine

and he spent a lot of time in Vietnam.

Now, he was really crazy.

You know what he used to do?

He hated them gooks so much
that he used to go through the rice paddies

after the battles were over and he'd start
busting in the heads of the dead bodies.

Well, they didn't bother him much, you know.

Till they found out he wasn't just busting
in the heads of the gooks.

Well, our boys too!

Hmm, did they discharge him?

Hell no!

Why'd they do that?

And then, what?

He came here, got a job.
Keeps pretty much to himself.

What about the squashes and tomatoes?

Oh, that, he says he
does it to relieve tension,

and bring back fond memories.

What time did he come in tonight?

About an hour ago.

Thank you very much, Barney.

Sure, buddy, anytime.

Hey, Barney,
you done with that sh*t, yet?

Yeah!

How is my lovely partner doing?

Oh, they sure make
a great drink at this joint.

Abraham, you called me your partner.

Did you mean it?

Do I ever say anything I don't mean?

I have one more person to see.

How would you like another drink,
while I'm gone?

Are you trying to get me drunk now to
take advantage of me later?

Well, you don't have to get
me drunk to do that.

I know.

Waitress.

I was afraid it was your voice.

My charming companion
would like another, of the same.

See you later, Abie.

No, I'm afraid not.

Hey, Grout, I wish you wouldn't be so messy.

Mr...

Mr. Grout.

Hey, all right.

Ladies and gentleman,
the Tops and Bottoms club

proudly presents another of our most
beautiful and voluptuous young maidens,

Miss Lola Prize.

- What's going on, Mary?
- Shh.

Mr. Grout?

All right, girls, just get on stage.

As soon as she goes into her act,
we'll go into ours.

Yeah!

We'll show these striptease b*tches
just what we think!

Yeah!

If we don't rip her hair out.

Yeah!

Mr. Grout!

Why do you keep on bothering me?

Let's go!

Hey, folks, get outta here.

Mr. Grout, please accept my apology,

but I just thought I would tell you that

the police already know about
Miss Candy Cane's m*rder tonight.

Get out of here!

Get 'em, girls! Get 'em!

Hi, Abie.

- Time to go home, Nancy.
- Oh, good!

- Oh.
- Oh, oh, oh.

Taxi!

Come with me.

I want you to take the young lady home.
Stick out your hands.

Here is her address and this is her key.

Keep the change.

Hey, you haven't told me your name yet.

Abraham Gentry.

- You mean...
- The Abraham Gentry.

Abie.

Pickles.

Do you mind if I lie down?

I'm still pretty shook up.

Do you know a Miss Candy Cane?

Sure. She strips at the same joint I do.

She didn't come in tonight.
Funny, you should bring her up.

Nothing can bring her up.

She was m*rder*d tonight.

Oh, my God.

Well, who could have k*lled her?

That's what I'm trying to find out.
And I think you might be able to help.

That's the second of my friends that've
been k*lled in the last couple of days.

You know Miss Suzie Creampuff too?

Well, not real good,
but Candy was good friends with her

and I was good friends with Candy.

I still can't believe it.

- She was so sweet.
- Hmm.

Are you familiar with a young man named
Joseph Carter?

I just met him tonight.

He wanted to see Candy to talk
to her about Suzie,

but he was too shy to go to her apartment
so he came to work to wait for her.

Now, he'll never get to meet her.
I just can't believe it.

Do you know whether she or Suzie
knew Grout?

Sure, we all know him.

He scares me, the way he's always
staring at my head.

But he does protect me from mashers.

Mashers, yes.

What about, uh, the leader of that
women's group that attacked you tonight?

That b*tch. She's always causing trouble
around the clubs.

She says, "You strippers
is a disgrace to womanhood."

Has she ever threatened to k*ll
any of you before tonight?

All the time.

- We get... of the Marzdone...
- Marzdone? Mobilie?

Yeah, do you know him?
He's the owner of all these clubs.

Quite well.

Anyway, he says that if we did,

publicity will just bring more of
them together and make things worse.

Until tonight, they just picketed and ran off
with the mail.

Tore off a couple of our costumes.

Oh, yeah, one night, she came in the club,

took off her bra on stage.

Well, Candy grabbed it out of her hands
and put it on.

It was real funny coz Candy is five
or six times bigger than she is.

Thank you very much, Lola.

You've been a big help to me.

Well, aren't you gonna stay
for a cup of coffee or something?

Well, uh, I have to get a little rest.

But you can rest. Here.

He was kinda cute.

What are you doing here?

Ah, Gentry.

All right, stop it!

OK, Gentry, what did you
and Miss Prize talk about?

Uh, Lieutenant, have you figured out
that I left prior to the k*lling?

Yeah. Yeah, just tell me
what you talked about.

I take it that the cause of death
was exactly like the others.

Uh... Face mutilated with a meat tenderizer.

Throat slit and this one had her a*s beat in.

Tell me what you talked about!

Um...

Hey, look, Gentry, you're trying my patience,
now, if you don't start co-operating...

- Things.
- Huh?

We talked about things.

Am I gonna have to take you
down to the station?

How original. All right, Lieutenant.

I took Miss Prize home after an incident
with some women's liberationists.

Yeah.

I questioned her about why she felt
the women had attacked her?

Yeah.

Let's see, oh, yes, and she removed
every stitch she had on.

Began explaining how the other
women were jealous of her body...

Oh, and then she pointed out
a few of the high spots.

Yeah, then.

Oh, yeah, she propositioned me.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, go ahead. What'd you do then?

Oh, Lieutenant, have you no respect for
the privacy of one's intimate relations,

let alone the dead?

Now, look, Gentry,

when it comes to law and order,
it's my duty and responsibility

to find out everything.

You act as if I get pleasure out of this.

Now, what did you do then?

Well, I explained to this poor lost soul

how she would find much more pleasure
and satisfaction in the teachings of God

than any encounter with me,
and I left her reading her Bible.

OK, wise guy.
If that's true, where's the Bible?

Lieutenant, how brilliant. You've uncovered
something I never thought of.

The m*rder*r is a religious fanatic

who is ridding the world of
these unscrupulous harlots.

Yeah, I got it.

That person wouldn't leave her with the Bible.

- So the m*rder*r took it.
- Right.

You find that Bible
and you've got yourself a k*ller.

Yeah. Yeah. Thanks a lot, Gentry.

- Don't thank me, you did all the work.
- Oh, yeah. Yeah!

All right, men, we gotta find the Bible.

- Why?
- What?

Now!

- I just...
- Uh, Lieutenant.

Yeah, what do you want, Gentry?

You mentioned something about Miss Prize's
hind end being pulverized?

I haven't discovered the reason why, yet,

but when we found her she was on her back,
with her...

Her panties pulled down to her knees.

And when we turned her over, her...

Uh, her... The lady's, uh, fanny was smashed.

There was no apparent reason for it,
but we did find this next to it.

- I'm sure you'll think of something.
- Yeah.

- Good night, Lieutenant.
- Thanks, Gentry.

Oh, Freddy...

- How's the wife and kids?
- Oh, we're all fine, Mr. Gentry. And you?

Couldn't be better.

Freddy, I'd like you to take what's in this
piece of paper and on that handkerchief

and have the boys in the lab give me
everything they can on it.

Needless to say, we don't want,
you know who, to find out about it.

Oh, buy the boys some good cigars.

Sure enough, Mr. Gentry,
I'll take care of everything.

- Good night, Freddy.
- Anytime, Mr. Gentry.

Linda, I'm home.

Girls! Girls!

Girls!

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

What's going on?

What happened? What's going on here?

- I'm just trying to help.
- Well, let me help.

What is wrong? What is wrong?

What's the matter?

What's the matter?

Find anything?

- Yes, as a matter of fact, I did.
- Well...

Oh, now look, Gentry.

You don't expect me to tell you about
confidential police evidence, do you?

Anyway, if you've found something,
you wouldn't tell me.

Lieutenant...

Must I remind you of that brilliant
religious theory that you came up with?

Well, no, but that was proved wrong already.

Lieutenant, I'm surprised at you.

Are you going to stand there and tell me that
just because you've found

that obviously planted Bible
in unavoidable sight,

that you're going to disregard a theory
that your own genius so cleverly devised?

- Now, are you?
- That obviously planted Bible.

I don't know about you,
but it's perfectly clear to me that

the girl's Bible was taken by the m*rder*r
and that one left to mislead the authorities.

Well, no, I mean, yeah.

Of course, of course I realize that.

I just wanted to see if you're as smart
as you're cracked up to be.

I guess we can show you what we've found.

Since it has no real bearing
on the case anyway,

That is, if you'd wanna bother.

Another one of these things.
Found it on the floor in the kitchen.

Hey, what do you make of that girl's chest?

Not very much at the moment.

That must be why the m*rder*r used
heat in these killings.

To give the girls a taste of their destiny?

Well, sure.

The madman must have figured
to burn them some here

before they got down there.

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

Doc.

Doc.

Oh, hello, Mr. Gentry.

Doc, are there any differences in the murders,
aside from the different means of mutilation?

No, but I'll tell you one thing.
This m*rder*r sure wasn't weak.

Hmm.

Thank you, Doc. Nancy...

- It's time for you to do something useful.
- What?

I want you to find the leader of
that women's lib g*ng,

Mary McHenry.

Somehow find out how strong she is
and if she wears any makeup.

And then, I want you to
act sympathetic to her cause,

tell her you're writing a story about
her feelings about the murders.

And to play it safe,
you better take off your bra.

Anything else?

Yes, find out if she wore a wig and if so
get me all you can on it.

And then check out Miss Prize's apartment.
See if she wore a wig.

- And if so, get me samples.
- Where are you going?

I'm going to visit the owner of all
those clubs where the girls worked,

Mr. Marzdone Mobilie.

Hey, fellas, I got a really great idea.

How about an amateur strip contest?

I'll put a sign in all our places saying,
"So you wanna be a stripper?

"Amateur strip contest. Come one, come all.

"Big prize!"

- Hey, you know what the prize is gonna be?
- What's that, boss?

Me.

Well, what's the prize really gonna be, boss?

Uh, how about 200 bucks?
Do you think that's enough?

I don't know, boss.

Come here, baby.

Do you think $200
is really a big enough prize?

For what?

- About the prize. 200 bucks. Any, uh...
- For what?

Oh, take a walk.
I'll call you when I need you.

Hey, fellas, maybe I ought to give
300 bucks as the prize.

Mr. Mobilie?

Hey, buddy, can you read the sign back there?
It says, closed till 5:00. Beat it.

Hey, maybe I ought to throw in a...

Like the George Washington monument.

Yeah, boss. Yeah.

Mr. Mobilie.

Gentry! Fred, Sam!

Nice going, Gentry. They deserved that.

I would have done it myself,
only I didn't have the heart to do it.

Sit down for a minute.

I want you to know, I don't bear any grudges.

Well, do me a favor, will you, Gentry?

Stop investigating my places.
I've got enough problems.

You know, I just found out this morning
that two more of my girls were bumped off.

And the rest of the girls are...

Nobody'll be here tonight,
they even have...

What about the waitress over there?

She hasn't got
the chest for anything. No t*ts.

I'm trying to get some amateur strippers here.
I'm desperate.

Say, by the way, what are you investigating?

Ironically, in a way, I'm working for you.

I'm investigating the murders of your now
thoroughly exotic dancers.

- No...
- Very little, if any.

Hey, boss, can we go home?
I don't feel so good.

Yeah, go ahead
and don't forget to be back by 5:00

- and bring your other head.
- Yeah, boss.

Are you a cop?

I informed you that my services are indirectly
awarded to you and you keep insulting me.

When was the last time you saw Grout?

Oh, he was around a little while ago.

Personally, I think he left
for warmer climates. Dig?

Do you think it was because of the murders?

No, around here kept running out of squash.

Do you know he's a damn good bartender?

And besides, he kept

- the mashers away from the broads.
- The mashers away from the broads.

Do you have any feelings about the murders?

Oh, buddy, I got a big hurt,
right here in my heart.

Listen, if you're gonna do business with him,
I'm gonna quit.

Listen, you mind your own business.

- You know who this is?
- Yeah, I know exactly who and what this is.

Marlene and I have had what you might say

the mutual displeasure
of each other's acquaintance,

uh, several times in the past few days.

But, in all honesty, I alone have suffered.

Listen, if I weren't such a lady,
I'd let you have...

Hey, wait a minute here,
I've got enough troubles here.

Say, Mr. Gentry,
you've been around many years.

What do you think about giving a prize
to the best amateur stripper?

I think you're just asking for trouble
by using amateurs.

Hey, do me a favor,
would you mind your own business?

Look, some guys are gonna come in here
and lose sight of his chick

and find her on stage with her clothes off

and then wanna k*ll every other guy
in the joint who saw her.

With a cash prize like that,
you're just gonna trouble

the amount of broads wanting to do that.

Hey! That's great.

I'll split the $1000 amongst
the three places.

- What do you think, Mr. Gentry?
- It's a great idea.

Get those women on stage,
give them some money

and let their egos do the rest.

By then, the money will become secondary
to be chosen the most sexy.

As a matter of fact,

this is the biggest of your clubs, isn't it?

- And the best located?
- Certainly, this is the greatest.

Instead of stringing things out,
why not bring everything together here?

All for $1000 for first prize.

You can let the women in for free and get
a five-dollar cover charge for the men.

Hey, that's great.

And as a matter of fact, to show you
my heart's in the right place,

I have a friend at the newspaper,
I'll get her to print a feature story.

"The greatest striptease show
of the century."

Hey, that's fantastic.

Where you've been all my life?

Say, Gentry, you're a genius!

Sometimes I can hardly believe it.

You're nuts.
After tonight, you only have a place left.

They'll tear this club apart.

Stop and think a minute.

There will be hundreds of strippers.

Things'll get out of hand.

And the things will get in hand too.
Money, money, money.

Damn, it's been good to see you, Abe.

Hey, don't make it so long next time.

I promise, Lizzie.
Thank you for the information.

Guess who?

Weston, what did you find out?

I found out the women's liberation
movement is really together.

Hey, you didn't put your bra back on.

You looked, I mean, probably never will.

- Fine. Now what did you find out?
- I found out

that women's rights have been denied
since the beginning of time and...

Now, what did you find out?

Well, I found out that Mary McHenry knows

all the places she was,
at the times of the murders,

but she was always alone.

She said... "You know, I wish I knew
who was bumming off those strippers."

"Womanhood strippers,
coz I'd like to congratulate her."

"I wished it was me."

Do you think she had anything to do with it?

I don't know. She really hates strippers.

Hmm. What about the wig?

Mary didn't wear wigs or makeup.

Hmm. Say, do you think you can get your
editor to print a feature story

- and run, maybe an ad for tonight's edition?
- Sure.

Mmm. How would you like to go out tonight?

- With me?
- Sure.

All right, well, we'll finish eating

and then I'll take you home, pick you up
again around 8:00.

Yeah, about 8:00. And wear something sexy.

- Need anything else?
- Oh, no. This is fine. Thank you.

Come in.

My. Aren't we risqué tonight?

I'm certainly willing.

Folks, how do you like the show so far?

Pretty bad, huh? Pretty bad, huh?

...you can do if you want to do your thing.
Go ahead.

OK, I promised to let him do that,
he used to work at Sing Sing.

Folks, I want you to drink up,
we have plenty of booze here.

And I got to tell you

that we just got the news on the television
that Tom Jones crossed his legs quickly.

He's in critical condition.

OK, we have two more contestants left.

And the lucky one is gonna get
$1000 for a prize.

Now here's the next contestant.

Hey, get them the best table in the house.
Right in there.

You're just in time for the second contestant.

And here she is now, folks.
Our next contestant,

Miss Ruby Diamond.

Well, what'll it be,
Mr. Big Spender?

I'll have a glass of brandy and the usual
for Miss Weston.

- A Zombie in a tall glass...
- Yeah, I know.

Come on, baby.

Come on, baby.

Shake it, come on.

All right, folks.

- How do you like that dance?
- All right!

- Oh, great.
- That was a lovely lady bringing up a cold.

That was a better way to bring up a family.

She dresses in one room and I dress in
the next room

and there's a little hole in the wall.

I let her look.

Take a look at her,
I wanna go home and beat my wife.

My wife wanted a face lift
that they couldn't do,

for $80 they lowered her body.

And now, folks, for the last contestant.

Ah, she's adorable, folks.

I'd like you to meet Miss Ramona Mona.

That is the sexiest woman I've ever seen.

I don't think she's that sexy.

She's really the best.

None of the others were anything like her.

My, my, my...

She is remarkable.

I can dance better than that any day.

Pretty you are and you have a nice figure,
but not like that.

How would you know?

You've never seen me like that.

I'm not criticizing you.
She's built differently.

And moves it in a different way.

I can move it better than that.

Ramona Mona. Oh, isn't she great?

I didn't think she was that great.

I'm next.

Come on, baby.

Come on, baby.

Not only has Nancy Nancy won the contest

but she is a new star of Marz's Heaven!

Congratulations.

Oh...

Abe, did you really think I was the best?

Nancy, not only were you the best

- but you still are.
- Oh.

I have to take care of something.

Mmm...

All right, Abe.
When you gotta go, you gotta go.

Well, if it isn't the distinguished
Marlene the barmaid.

Oh, Marlene, oh, how clumsy... Ah, ah, ah.

I'm sorry. I forgot the cheese and crackers,
so you won't need that knife.

Poor Marlene,
jealous of all the strippers and...

Because Marzdone was making it with them
and paid no attention to you.

You despise them and so you mutilated them
because they had something

you didn't have anymore.

What was that, Marlene?

Marlene, let's see.

Was I right or was I right?

What a character.

That's Marlene. All over.

Oh, Abe.

Oh, Abe, I was having this terrible dream that
that girl at the club was trying to k*ll me.

I know.

You do?

Wait a minute, how did I get here?

Now, forget about that for now.
I'll explain all that tomorrow.

Now, get yourself together.
You're gonna spend the night at my place.

And I'll give you your story in the morning.

Good morning.
May I please speak to Lieutenant Anderson?

I'm sure he won't mind being awakened.
Tell him it's Abraham Gentry.

Good morning, Lieutenant.
I hope I didn't awaken you.

I'm sorry, but I thought
you'd like to know that

the m*rder*r you were looking for just fell
from a second-story window.

And she just ruined her makeup.

Good night, Lieutenant.

Oh, by the way, Lieutenant,
she was an atheist.

If you're ready, we may be on our way.

Abe, will you treat me like a woman?

Of course.
With all the respect you're entitled to.

Oh, Abe.

A bit of ingenuity on my part,
it was as simple as that.

I didn't suspect Marlene,

until I remembered an incident
with an exiled lady wrestler.

My mental powers, I was sure of,

and so I set up the situation
in which I can trap

the m*rder*r and lure her into my hands.

Hopefully, in the middle of one of her
facial extravaganzas.

You mean to tell me that you used me
as the meat to bait your trap.

I gave you that honor.

Why, you no good dirty rat!

Now, we had to come face to face
with the m*rder*r.

"We had to come face to face"?

I had to come face to face!

And I almost lost mine.

We had nothing of great importance to lose,
if my theory had been proved unsound.

Now, I came in time, didn't I?

What if you had come a second too late?

Well, I knew.

Now, do you want to quibble over nothing
or do you want your story?

Go on.

I went to see an old
and dear friend of mine, Lizzie Murdoch.

Better known to her wrestling fans
as Lizzie the Snake,

- or the Python Lady...
- I figure she'd be a friend of yours.

Go on.

Unrelated in my memory,
I have a lady league wrestler named

Betty the Beautiful.

The wrestler extraordinaire,
who with her perfect body

perfectly stripped every opponent
she got on top of.

Now, Lizzie's recollection was
the same as mine.

Betty wanted out of the wrestling game
and got into strip-teasing.

- Yeah.
- And she was an instant sensation

and of course was picked up
and managed by none other than

- Marzdone Mobilie.
- No kidding.

I do not kid.

Marzdone made a lot of money with her
and even decided to marry her,

- until her unfortunate accident.
- Which was?

Well, one night,
Betty was trapped in her bedroom

when a fire broke out
and before they could get there to help her

she was burned badly.

And?

Well, plastic surgery was successful
on her face.

But her head and her chest
were completely d*sfigured.

Well, Marzdone had no further use for her,
but out of pity,

he changed her name and gave her a job
as a waitress...

So with Marzdone having
nothing else to do with her,

she slowly started going nuts

and became insanely jealous of all the girls
who had what Marzdone wanted.

Exactly.

Well, what triggered off
your memory about Marlene?

And how are you so sure
it wasn't Grout or Mary McHenry?

Oh, it was something Marzdone said...

He said that she couldn't strip
because she didn't have the chest for it.

Well, that started me thinking.

And later on,
when we had a confrontation together

she threatened me
with some sort of a gesture

- that only a lady wrestler would use.
- And Grout?

Well, Grout...

I was pretty sure Grout wasn't the m*rder*r
after seeing all those clues

that seemed to exploit him.

As a matter of fact,
I even tried to catch him

to tell him I no longer suspected him.

And Mary, the women's libber?

Yes, Mary didn't wear makeup and from
the information the boys in the lab gave me

I knew the m*rder*r wore a wig
and super cover makeup.

Which Marlene needed
to cover those surgery scars.

Go on.

Well, I had to stage that naked extravaganza

to bait her on.

I led her to believe you
and I had something going

and when you won that contest...

Wait a minute.

Did I legitimately win that contest?

Not only did you really win that contest
fair and square,

I'm led to believe that you have
the finest form I have ever seen.

Poor Marlene.

Hers is the saddest story of all.

She lost face three times.

First with her wrestling fans,
then with her striptease patrons.

And finally, between a layer of concrete
and the wheel of a car.

She did go out in style though.
It was a new car.

Abe...

There's still something I haven't lost yet.

Oh, it isn't your nerve or your sense
of humor, uh, let's see, what could it be?

You've seen enough.