She-Man: A Story of Fixation

The collection of information,

becoming knowledgeable,

or the acquisition of a skill

should be only for the purpose

to achieve greater harmony among people,

to help the less fortunate,

or to have a better understanding of our fellow man.

The film that you are about to see

has to do with a better understanding of our fellow man.

We have gathered the information

as intelligently and as honestly

as is within our power and potential.

And we would like to portray to you

as intellectually as our meeting will permit,

the findings of our research.

It is in story form,

but the findings will be shown as they exist in real life.

And this type of individual is factual.

Any facet of our lives that is left unexamined

is a potential source of danger.

Only by open inquiry is it possible to understand

the underlying causes of the conditions of personality

that we call deviation.

The people you are about to meet may shock you.

They may frighten you.

But we hope that by this factual exposition

we can broaden your view towards this type of individual,

and increase your capacity to sympathize

with the unexplainable drives and anxieties

that constantly haunt them.

To illustrate our findings

we have opened file number 743.

Subject's name: Albert Rose, age 28.

Athletic, aesthetic type.

Father dominating,

formerly a military officer,

now in the Congress of the United States.

Mother submissive,

neurasthenic, doting on the child Albert.

History of pathological disturbances on the mother's side of the family.

To this point, Albert has been an aggressive, playboy-ish, affluent young man.

He spent two years in the army in Korea

distinguishing himself in action.

He likes to surround himself with attractive women.

Given to impulsive acts to demonstrate his manliness.

Fond of flashy clothing.

By all appearances, Albert Rose is a normal American male.

From the time he's vacationing in the Caribbean.

Let me see his picture.

He's looking well.

Very noble, wouldn't you say?

Take this message down for Mr. Rose.

Let's see just how noble he really is.

My dear Mr. Rose,

I'm in possession of certain incriminating material

concerning you and your father.

It would be unfortunate at this point in your father's political career

if this information were to reach the newspapers.

However, I'm sure with your cooperation this can be prevented.

My private plane is at your disposal.

A car will be waiting at your hotel

at exactly 3 p.m. to take you to the airport.

Until then.

Do you think he'll come?

Albert loves a challenge. He'll come.

Paging Mr. Albert Rose.

Mr. Albert Rose.

Over here.

What time is it?

It's 2 o'clock here.

Boy.

- Send someone for my bags in thirty minutes. - Yes, sir.

Hey! What the hell?

What?

Who are you?

Listen to this, Al.

My name is Dominique Festro.

The following are the true facts

concerning the actions of Lieutenant Albert Rose

on the night of August 4th, 1951.

It was during a battle near Imjin province in Korea,

my company, which was led by Lt Rose,

was pinned down by superior enemy forces.

We befall several attacks, but our casualties were high.

It Rose's conduct had been strange during the battle.

And I noticed that he was not firing, but crouching in his foxhole.

Finally, as the reds charged once more,

I saw the lieutenant break and move to the rear.

That's ridiculous.

Just a minute, Al.

Both Corporal Leroy Parker and I

saw the Lieutenant desert under fire.

I decided however, not to say anything

realizing that any man can break at one time or another.

When I returned to camp

I found myself charged with desertion under fire.

It Rose had offered Cpl Parker

a large sum of money to charge me with desertion under fire

in order to protect himself.

I had no choice except to flee.

I am still a fugitive, but I hope one day

Cpl Parker will come forward to clear my name

at which time I will testify.

Is that the incriminating material you have against me?

How will you disprove these charges?

In the first place, it's my word against his.

Who'd believe him? A coward,

a deserter? It was he who ran that night.

I know. I shot at him until I got his leg.

He spent three months in the hospital, and then escaped.

No one else has seen him for a long time.

And if that's not enough, Cpl Parker

will testify on my behalf.

Can you, Al?

Yes, of course.

My name is Leroy Parker.

I want to make this confession to undo

a terrible thing I've deprived of Dominique Festro.

On the night of August 4th, 1951

Private Festro and I

witnessed a desertion under fire by Lt Albert Rose

commanding officer of our platoon.

When I returned to camp,

It Rose offered me $25,000

if I would testify that it was Pvt Festro

who had deserted, and not he.

I needed the money very badly

as my family was destitute.

So, I agreed.

I have suffered for it ever since,

and I would now like to clear my conscience.

What did you pay him to do that?

Pay him?

Well, it doesn't matter.

I can challenge Parker to take a lie detector test.

What do you have then?

Unfortunately, Cpl Parker died suddenly.

Just after he made this confession.

- What? - That's right, Al.

And Pvt Festro disappeared right after giving us his statement.

So that you can't very well challenge him to a lie detector test either.

That changes things, doesn't it Al?

Just relax.

I have more to show you just in case you aren't convinced.

This kind of plane costs extra, sir.

Honey, you can pay me.

When's the last time you got this kind of treatment?

You think you're quite a stud, don't you sir?

I know that about planes, yeah.

How's that?

You're pretty good around there.

Do you recognize the voice, Al?

Well if you don't, take a look at this.

Hold tight.

- A girl. - I can't see that that makes any difference.

I said who is that damn girl?

Al, don't get excited.

It's just a prostitute.

Now, suppose we get down to business?

Are you convinced that we have a good case?

How much do you want?

Oh, we'll get to that.

Right now I want something more valuable.

- And what is that? - Time.

Quit being cute and let's lay it on the line.

Alright, Al.

I want one year of your life.

You're crazy.

It's a fair exchange, I think.

After all, if I release this information

then the court-martial could cost you ten years, perhaps even your life.

Instead, I sell it to you for just one year.

Why? For what?

I have a job I want you to perform.

What kind of job?

I want you to be my personal servant.

You want what?

I said I want you to be my personal servant.

What kind of servant?

Don't worry?

There'll be no painful or dangerous work involved.

Why me?

You're available and suited for the work.

What about the money?

$20,000.

We'll draw it out of your account tomorrow.

And after that year's up?

You'll be free to go. Do you agree?

Do I have a choice?

No.

You can call me Dominita.

Mix me a drink.

You can have one too, if you like.

If we're going anywhere, I have to get a few things taken care of.

I'll have to call my father, he'll be worried.

It's all arranged, Al.

We're leaving as soon as the bank opens in the morning.

You'll have no trouble cashing the check.

And as for your father, just sign the letter on the bar.

You don't miss a trick, do you?