When death is near, who will come to pick you up?
Evil lurks in the Ocean Depths
The Eyes are the Windows to the Soul
New York as you've never seen it.
Every man has a past - With some little «Indiscretion» he would like to bury. Mr. Laurel and Mr. Hardy have thirty or forty they would like to cremate.
Sometimes your mind is the most dangerous place to be
This Time She's kicking Monkey Ass