Naked Lunch
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1:02:03
Look, Tom.
1:02:05
Look.
1:02:09
This is how Fadela's
been controlling you,Joan.

1:02:13
Your blood, your pubic hair,
your fingernails.

1:02:16
Fadela controls nobody,
and you know it.

1:02:18
We have forced control upon her.
1:02:20
Poor woman's probably desperate
to get out of our household.

1:02:23
No, missus.
She's making you say everything...

1:02:25
even that.
1:02:27
You must find all of these in your house.
You must destroy them.

1:02:33
Bill...
1:02:36
I'm going to need my Martinelli.
1:02:40
I feel desperately insecure
without a typewriter in the house.

1:02:44
Yes, well, I haven't had a chance to try it out
yet, Tom. I was kind of hoping -

1:02:48
I'll leave Hafid here with you,Joanie,
in case Fadela comes back.

1:02:51
Bill and I will go to his place
and pick up the Martinelli now.

1:02:55
I'll go with Bill.
You two stay here.

1:02:57
I need to get out.
1:03:15
Fadela's within 30 feet of us.
See if you can find her.

1:03:26
There.
1:03:28
She's right there.
1:03:38
That thing she's cutting up...
1:03:43
have you ever seen that before?
1:03:45
No.
1:03:47
Looks like some kind of
sea creature, I think.

1:03:50
All those women...
1:03:52
they work for her?
1:03:55
In a sense.
They're all Fadela's lovers.


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