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It was in the year of 1933, 00:00:18.680 - 00:00:21.000
and Grace and her father were heading southward 00:00:21.080 - 00:00:24.007
with their army of gangsters. 00:00:24.120 - 00:00:25.960
After leaving Dogville, they had returned to Denver 00:00:26.880 - 00:00:29.880
only to find that the mice had been well and truly playing 00:00:29.920 - 00:00:33.160
while the cat was away, 00:00:33.240 - 00:00:34.840
and new forces had taken over their former possessions. 00:00:34.880 - 00:00:39.000
The result was a particularly unappealing retreat that had brought them 00:00:40.640 - 00:00:44.720
through the state of Alabama this spring 00:00:44.800 - 00:00:47.160
in search of new hunting grounds. 00:00:47.240 - 00:00:49.640
Now, they will not admit it, 00:00:57.760 - 00:01:00.200
but it's a fact. 00:01:00.280 - 00:01:01.880
Deep down inside, there isn't a woman alive 00:01:01.920 - 00:01:03.720
who doesn't nurture these fantasies... 00:01:03.800 - 00:01:05.840
whether they involve harems, being hunted through the jungle 00:01:06.880 - 00:01:11.320
by torch-bearing natives. 00:01:11.400 - 00:01:13.320
However much they go on and on about civilization and democracy, 00:01:13.400 - 00:01:18.280
sexy it ain't. 00:01:18.360 - 00:01:19.400
Grace and her father had resumed their legendary discord 00:01:20.960 - 00:01:26.160
even as they pulled out of Dogville, 00:01:26.240 - 00:01:29.120
and although Grace had been employing the technique 00:01:29.200 - 00:01:31.720