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- Get back! - OK, OK.

Please...let me have just a little, little bit.

- Just a bite... - Get back, I said!

Please, take pity on me. Six days in this hole...

I'm so hungry!

You belong in this hole!

Senor, please give me something to eat.

- Just a few scraps. - Shut up! Get down!

I have to eat. Then I can do anything. I must eat, eat!

I have to eat, to eat!

- You'll be eating up state funds. - Then I can stuff myself with that.

- OK, as you wish. - You think the others will understand?

You only ever think about yourself.

Please... Please let me eat this bowl of noodles.

Then I'll do anything you want me to.

If I could just be allowed to eat something...

- Keep your paws off! - No, I just want to touch it.

- I won't eat anything. - That's enough, do you hear me?

- Yes, I only want to touch it... - Get back!

You want to pig out and whore around

rather than become a useful member of society.

But I will teach you some manners.

By force, if necessary.

You stirred up your fellow prisoners against me. You wanted to escape.

No, never.

- Admit it! - What should I admit?

- You denied the Governor. - I said that the Governor is not God.

- For you, he is God. - I worship him, senor.

I worship the director of this institution, where I belong, the doctor and warders

and I worship this lovely, lovely food.

- Stand up. - I can't!

You don't want to, you greedy cow. But I will break your will.

- Yes, senor. - "Yes, senor."

Rescue me. You can kill me, but can't leave me to starve.

Don't leave me to starve. I don't have the strength. I can't.

If you could slide the bowl just a little bit nearer, then I could reach it.

I just want to reach it. I don't want to eat it, just touch it.

It's just so close! So close!

Go on, kick it towards me.

Give the bowl a kick. Please, you are so strong!

- Look at that! Come and see. - What is it?

Another one? Who can that be?

Senora Isabella, the noble's president widow herself.

Don't joke.

Joke? She's here to have a orgy with us. Her lovers have given her the push.

Now she's doing it with lower-class girls.

I always wanted to kick a muchacha's ass.

Stop moaning! Move!

What a wonderful moment it would be if she begged my favour.

I'd smash her face in.

Or she'd smash yours.

There'll definitely be a party. Oh, I love parties!

- Oh, shit. - You'll be there too, won't you?

Yes, the lovely Bertha shall be queen of the ball.

And I, Rosario, shall eat cake until I'm all full up.

Stop all this talk of food. That's not on.

But for love or one hell of a laugh you don't have anything to hand, you funny old stick.

I feel so safe with you.

You are my guardian angels.

I had plenty of worries in my metal shack, but no guardian angels.

She's cracking up again.

You overestimate your influence on our state judicial system.

I am still the director of this prison.

You have me to thank that you are with us.

If you prefer to spend your life sentence in Marismas

where the women work 14 hours a day in the salt mines,

I can transfer you there.

At your trial I became convinced that the murderer must have been mentally ill.

I am therefore going to put you in the special section,

which we regard not as a punishment zone, but as a rehabilitation centre.

In our efforts to return mentally ill prisoners to work we leave no stone unturned.

So don't think you will be handled with kid gloves in there.

To prove the seriousness of our intentions,

and to give you the chance to calm your strained nerves,

you will be put in solitary confinement. Take her away.

Just one little formality. Please sign your consent form for electric shock therapy.

Nestor, come in here.

Yes, Your Excellency. Your Excellency?

Now, we had the case of poor Jolita Murén.

Yes, she is waiting for you to receive her.

What impression does she give?

I'm not sure, but she is by no means stupid.

- Quite the opposite. How can I say...? - Right, I'll expect her tonight.

- Yes, sir. - You will arrange it.

Yes, sir!

Oh, I wish she'd shut up! I'm exhausted.

What are they doing to her? She's braying like an ox!

We are all in purgatory. This is a shit game.

Don't get upset about it.

You're right, it's a shit game.

They play it day and night. That's how they pass the time.

They played it with me too.

I wonder if her worship the president's whore will be joining the party.

That would give the rich bint very deep pleasure.

- A one-penny whore like me... - You're no whore.

...who wriggles around in the dirt.

- A piece of shit like me. - You're so good-natured.

I'm good at hacking their eyes out, those so-called refined madames.

I'll spit on their ugly faces even if they trample me to death.

Stop your snivelling! That won't bring Jesus here.

Your Excellency has been very good to me.

You've even approached the director on my behalf. Thank you.

As conclusive evidence of my trust, I am giving you a chance to show your gratitude.

Please go ahead.

If Sir were to derive pleasure from my body, it would give me great satisfaction.

Are you crazy, touching me like that?

A filthy little anarchist who has the cheek to provoke a man in my position?

That is simply outrageous!

- Nestor! - Please don't call him!

Are you trying to tell me what to do?

Your Excellency?

Give her one.

- Yes, sir. - Take it out of her.

The randy little piece of dirt who thinks she can lay into a governor.

Now, my little pig, I'll have some fun with you.

Come on. Keep nice and quiet, do you hear?

Stay lying down.

Anything special to report from the night watch?

- No, nothing, Captain. - Good.

You're on duty again tonight.

The time has nearly come.

It's not long until it's Mardi Gras.

And I'll run towards the rainbow until I find its end.

It won't be able to get away.

Oh, and then we'll get presents.

Santa will bring me a pretty doll and the room will be full of flowers. It'll be glorious!

Oh, I really want a doll!

Then take me. I'm one - made of flesh and blood.

You'll get a handsome, strong man.

What's up? Don't you want to play, Bertha?

Let the dove of peace sleep.

The only time you're peaceful is when you're asleep.

Leave me in peace.

Leave me in peace!

What's got into you, little lamb?

Don't you fancy me? Don't you want to do it with me?

Stop being so stupid, OK? Stop it, damn it!

Calm down, sweetheart. Tell us what's on your mind.

It was my brother. He was against the revolution.

He wanted to bust the comrades and they told me to kill him.

Well, that's great. He's better off than you now.

He'll go to heaven to spend eternity up there with the big shots.

Just think, he'll be able to pick up Joan of Arc.

All those whores - the Pompadour, Marie Antoinette, and whatever they're all called.

Or even Cleopatra. Oh, what prospects the man has!

When my time comes, I'll sleep with Jack the Ripper and Porfirio Rubirosa.

All right, I'll stop now.

Tell the director that I wish to speak to her.

- Do you know where I can find her? - No, senor.

- No? Then go and... - I wasn't notified of your visit, Governor.

We'll come straight down.

Don't bother, I'll be up there in no time.

I'm sorry to turn up unannounced but there are important circumstances.

- How are you, dear friends? - Is this matter really so important?

I think so, mostly because it could have deeply unpleasant consequences for you.

Read this.

"Excellency, prisoners are tortured daily in an isolation cell.

"Demand that the director allows you to take a look. Help us.”

- I want to know who... - Without doubt, a prisoner.

They've been able to smuggle out secret messages.

I regret this embarrassing incident. I promise it won't happen again.

It's in your best interests, not in mine.

The next letter could end up at the wrong address.

I recognise this handwriting from somewhere.

I must check my documents.

I'll find out.

I know you, and you know me.

You know that I loathe big words and solemn speeches,

and that I never wag my finger at you.

But owing to a sad incident, I find myself forced to bring you all together,

even those of you who are in need of special treatment.

It's an event of almost tragic proportions,

but that which has gone before is a far greater tragedy

and is therefore justifiable with any means.

There is a traitor amongst you.

Yes, you heard right, a traitor.

A woman without shame who is not content

that we are allowing her to serve her sentence for her crime.

She has had the audacity

to claim in an official letter to the Governor of the island

that there is an isolation cell within these walls

where people are tortured on a daily basis.

Naturally we managed to succeed in catching this pamphlet of lies in time.

It is astonishing that a warder...

undoubtedly lowered themself

to support this betrayal and inconceivable revolt against discipline.

I have no doubt that the cowardly renegades who were capable of this deed

will not have the courage to make themselves known.

That is a shame, because it forces me to sharpen prison discipline for everyone.

Unfortunately, for all these reasons, it is unavoidable

that innocent people will be the ones to suffer

for as long as the council of justice is unable to catch this hypocrite.

With immediate effect, food rations will be reduced by half.

Any insubordination will be punished with solitary confinement.

That should give the guilty party the chance to come to their senses

or those in the know the chance to bring the perpetrators of this shameful slander

to punishment.

You do not owe them any respect

because they consider you good enough to carry their sins on your shoulders.

Those prisoners who haven't been with us very long,

heed the following warning:

if we cannot make people regret their crimes

and agree with their sentence,

they will be shown merciless severity.

Experience has proved

that each and every one of you will come to your senses

with appropriately strict discipline.

You seem nervous.

- Yes. - All right, you owe me 17 pesos.

And this time, you old cheat, you're going to pay me.

That letter has unsettled me.

If someone puts the government onto us,

they will certainly uncover that I'm not Dr Moore.

None of those arselickers will come near here.

Those at the top are in too much of a tight spot to worry about us.

But my conscience... Doesn't that mean anything to you?

Enough! I can do without your moralistic preaching.

I am proud of what I've achieved thus far.

They send us the scum, the city vagrants,

the dark figures from the slums.

Lice-ridden wastrels, starving wretches,

low-life rabble who've never lifted a finger to earn a loaf of bread,

they are condemned to perish.

Do you think they care about us? They'd make mincemeat of us if they could!

What else can we do but treat them like animals?

And animals are beaten when they don't do as they're told.

And if the cat has too many offspring, you drown them.

What use are mangy cats otherwise?

Vermin are gassed, worms are eaten by birds...

We lock them up in cages, and that's how to go about dealing with this riffraff.

The kicks that we dole out to them are an honour for them.

But don't forget they're gaining influence with some people.

With the rebels.

Forget that. Shouting and demonstrations shake the world on its foundations

- ...but power belongs to us. - We could lose it

if we don't find out soon who it was who denounced us.

I think the Governor could actually support the girl.

And who claimed that he could find her? You.

Only a few can actually write, which made things easier.

I have a well-founded suspicion that it's Bertha Contrini, a lifer.

Fearing what you might do, I kept quiet.

I don't want to put "heart failure” on another death certificate.

If a doctor performed a post mortem...

You will write what I tell you to.

Otherwise, the head prefect of government prisons will learn

that Dr Moore was replaced by the nurse Carlos Costa

who took over as prison doctor two years ago.

A scrupulous murderer who keeps accessories in check

by repressing and threatening them.

Let's play on.

Wait.

Come here.

Come here, I said.

You go along.

You two wait here.

Come with us, please.

No, not here. The next cell.

José! Damn it, where is he?

- Oh, what an honour. - Open up, José!

The old hag herself.

Well, Cortina, how are you?

I can't complain, thank you.

You will stay here,

in the company of a murderer, a madwoman and a prostitute.

Amusing and as you can see, comfortable.

If you find it so amusing, why don't you sleep here?

Such impudence!

Look at your bed, for the last time!

Take her away, to Special Treatment.

That's your place now.

What's your name, Madonna?

My name? Maria.

My name is Pompadour, like the one who made the French king so horny.

But you don't have to call me majesty.

- Virgin Mary... - Leave me alone!

I'm pleased to meet you. Another friend!

Making a friend is as hard as grasping the sun with your hands.

But now we have another one. Isn't that lovely, Pompadour?

Come in.

Come in!

- You can go, José. Don't let anyone in. - Yes, madam.

Now, I think we have taught you a necessary lesson.

There are ways of getting your presumptuousness out of you.

You have brought this on yourself.

We won't let any of you lot enslave us, no matter how refined your methods are,

- ...and least of all you. - I beg your forgiveness. Please forgive me.

Take your overall off.

As you wish.

What else would you like me to do, sefiora?

- On your knees! - On...

- Kneel down! - Yes, madam. Yes, of course.

- Chop-chop! - Exactly as you wish. I'll do anything.

- Slide over here. - Anything you want, sefora.

Then slide towards me! Or are you deaf?

No, no, senora.

Just give me your orders... Give me your orders, and I'll do anything.

Anything.

Just tell me what you want, what I should do, senora.

I'll fully comply with whatever you wish.

It's seven months since you were brought here.

You were a virgin. Is that still the case?

Yes.

I am.

Lie flat on your stomach.

Here, over the table.

You aren't a virgin. That much is certain.

Can you say how come you're not a virgin?

No. I haven't done anything.

I don't know. I really don't know.

But you were a virgin.

- Do you do it to yourself? - Yes.

I didn't want to at first, but then I did it anyway.

Be a good girl.

How wonderful that would be for me to see you doing that.

I didn't want to do it with the girls.

- But maybe... - What?

- ...with one of the warders? - No!

No? You're not sleeping with one of the warders?

And he doesn't smuggle out your stories to the Governor?

- But of course... - No, it wasn't me!

It really wasn't, senora.

If you insist on continuing with these lies, I will have to teach you another lesson.

I would hate to have to do that.

If you come to your senses, if you confess,

if you spoil me a little, then I could improve things slightly.

What does that mean, spoil you a little?

If you were as kind to me as you were to the warder.

You'll see, I am not as rough as a man.

- I can forgive... Now, then? - Yes, senora. It was terrible.

I can't stand hearing the women scream. It's making me crack up.

So it was you, wasn't it?

The more open you are, the better.

See, I am a woman, after all.

Trust me. Open your heart, OK?

Yes, it was me.

I couldn't stand it any longer.

When they scream up there, it makes my stomach turn.

So I decided to bring the matter to an end

and wrote the letter to the Governor.

Yes, it was me.

- Yes. - I wanted this confession.

And it was so easy, wasn't it?

Come on.

I'll be much more tender to you than the man you gave the letter to.

Come on.

Hit me. Hit me as hard as you can.

- No. Hit me, hit me! Hurl abuse at me!

I'm ordering you to do it. Hit me!

Abuse me!

You whore! You piece of dirt! You witch!

Hit me! Hit me!

Let me get up.

- José? - Yes, madam?

Take her to Special Treatment.

No!

Yes, madam.

Wake up! The slumber hour is over.

No. No.

I can't go on. Please don't.

Leave me.

I'll go mad. Believe me, I'll go mad.

How long have I been here?

Not even a single day.

Get up.

But you'll have got used to it by the time my colleagues have had a go.

Oh, yes. The little cissy doesn't like that, does she?

I...like...everything.

You'd better do what I tell you to. Stop!

Tiredness is no excuse.

Look at me. I don't sit there whining pitifully.

I remain bright and cheery, and capable of resistance.

Just like you do with the whoremongers who serve you.

Oh, you don't like that, do you, being reminded of old times?

When you were still able to cause a stir.

What do you take me for, your stud?

Come on!

Get up and stop playing the tired panther.

It's high time that you placate me.

Yes, high time.

I'm losing my patience.

- Help me. - You're boring me.

I can't go on.

- What? - I can't go on.

Yes, but I can, and if I am gripped by anger

I guarantee you will feel it, you and your beautiful pale body.

Don't laugh.

The old hag's meant to have turned to drink.

When she's tanked up, maybe she'll grace us with a visit.

Then they'll take it out on you.

Don't conjure up the devil.

Now, he is my type.

Well, Queen of the Night, you're keeping quiet again.

If only you didn't have such wonderful skin - it makes me red-hot.

It really turns me on.

I'm flattering you,

but you still won't sleep with me.

You're a real prude.

But I just love soft skin.

Is it possible you are a descendent of Aphrodite?

Or the Queen of Sheba?

Oh, I'm talking rubbish.

And you're not even listening!

Oh, Marquise Pompadour,

why was I born too late?

Could you give me some more sugar?

Great, thanks. Your coffee is excellent but I like it nice and sweet.

I like it with Irish whisky best but we rarely have the opportunity...

I'm sorry that we can only offer you coffee but we weren't expecting you.

- I've come unannounced again. - Why have you come to see us?

Because of that business with the letter, actually.

Our friend Nestor informed me that you've found the person who wrote it.

Quite right. We promised you we would.

It's Bertha Contrini, a girl you don't know.

Well, in all probability don't know.

A murderer, an extremely high-risk prisoner.

- Do you consider her to be dangerous? - No. She...

For this reason, we have taken our own precautions.

So I'm told. I wish to speak to the prisoner in private.

Do you think she will be oversensitive?

I could calm her down beforehand.

I would like that. By the way, Nestor is a real stroke of luck.

Do you think a mishap like this letter could happen again? Through Contrini.

Her nerves are in a bad way. I would not consider it possible.

You have restored discipline?

- A cognac, Governor? - I hardly ever drink, thank you.

I need to keep a clear head.

Think of the responsibilities you and I have.

- Your Excellency? - Fetch the car.

I have an appointment with the chief justice.

You'll send Contrini to me?

And you, Doctor, remember your promise, if I may be so bold.

Here we are.

- What's that? - Nosy, aren't you?

Come on, stand up.

Turn round.

All done.

Forgive me, Your Excellency.

Good evening, Your Excellency. The prisoner.

Ah, there you are. How are you?

Very well indeed, thank you, Your Excellency.

I am pleased to hear that. It was to be expected.

Nestor, take her to my bedroom.

- Thank you, Your Excellency. - Let's go.

Go on, get lost.

Yes, sir.

Move.

Oh, yes, you're beautiful.

Gorgeous.

Touch yourself.

I want to watch.

- To see and hear. - Yes.

Carry on. Carry on.

What's up? Carry on.

Father...

Maria.

I slept so well.

- But you didn't, Father? - No.

- I didn't. - No!

You can't do that, Father.

You must obey your father.

No!

Father...

He must have been a real stud, her old man.

- José! - Yes, madam?

Bring that one there straight to me.

In private.

- Don't make any trouble. - How about a little prodding?

I won't make any trouble for you, but the Pompadour's favour doesn't matter to you.

I'd prefer it if we put it off.

For now, others have applied for your favour and they are in command.

Wait and see.

- She gives me the shits. What's her name? - Maria, I think.

- What did she do? - I don't know her. No idea.

She got my place in my old cell.

Whatever.

No! Yuk!

- What is it? - Here, on my plate. That rat.

So what? Have you never seen a rat before?

What are you doing? I'll report you.

If you are going to make a row and act like a pig, you can have it in the isolation cell.

Come with me.

I want to die.

Yes, the shaking bed frame has never missed its target.

They all love it.

If I were a revolutionary, I would get pally with the priests, out of fear for my safety.

As a state official, the Governor offers me better guarantees

through his relationships with the top positions in government.

I don't know. That old fox knows how to use his connections wisely.

Maybe these relationships are just a pretence.

He has far too many plans in his head to dwell on public conventions like you do.

He's like me.

To enjoy life is a talent that cannot be learned.

What use is having the strength to gain power

if you tremble before a few rebellious prisoners?

Maybe, but Maria... But what if it comes to light that her protest was justified?

What will this protest matter when I'm looking back on my work one day

from some idyllic corner of the world?

You're ignoring my questions.

Her protest was justified. Was her punishment also justified?

You seem particularly interested in this girl. I've noticed how often you ask after her.

No, I...I'm not interested in her.

I'm concerned for you and me.

Your concerns for me should have a boundary,

and you are concerned enough about yourself.

It's no secret that your procedure for softening up prisoners is very special.

[... I'm too sensitive.

My nerves aren't good for it.

When their noses are twitching with fear, I feel ill.

I'd rather hear them screaming, So you can shout above it.

In that ecstasy, they are beautiful. That's the highlight.

The sentence for Maria da Guerra is life imprisonment.

Her father was my lover.

An unfaithful lover. A man who desired his own daughter.

I would have gladly walked through fire for him. I had no idea.

One day, when I went back to his house, I heard her screaming.

Maria screamed and screamed.

She burst out of the house, screaming. I went inside.

And suddenly, everything became clear.

He had tried to rape her.

She had defended herself against him.

He must have crashed into the fireplace.

All at once, I realised why he had been so violent towards me.

What a dire situation I found myself in.

I hated him for it.

He was still alive, rasping for breath.

Then the thought dawned on me to destroy both of them.

Maria would never be able to prove that she wasn't guilty for the death of her father.

That was my chance.

I knew I could get revenge on that noble clan for having led me by the nose,

without a single suspicion falling on me.

At that moment, I saw the metal lamp in front of me.

That's Maria.

If she weren't here any more, if she disappeared,

then the barriers between her and me would be eliminated.

No. No, you can't ask that.

I won't do that.

Wait.

I feel absolutely awful.

- You'll feel better soon. - I can't think straight.

But why...

do they torture me so?

Why, oh why must I bear so much pain?

Don't you know?

- It will change. - I can't survive that long.

- I can't stand it. I think I'm losing my mind. - I'll help you.

- Why? - Because I like you.

- Come and see me whenever you want. - I will,

- Bring your friends along too. - Yes, I'd like to, senor.

- I will thank you for it. - But first you must rest.

- They won't torture you any more. - No?

- I'll protect you. - Oh, senor.

You and your friends, as long as you are nice to me.

I'll help you.

Oh, senor, you are the only human being in this hellish place.

You were away for a long time?

- You too? - Yes.

Now Pompadour has gone.

- Yes. - Will she be there?

Where else would she be? Either there or with the director.

- You weren't on the rack? - Oh, yes, I was.

Before that with the old hag, and then later at the Governor's house.

It's unbelievable what a person can put up with.

But the Governor is human, compared to her.

Yes, but he is impotent, like the rest of them.

It was disgusting.

First of all, they whipped the words out of me.

Yes.

Then one of them raped me.

- A fat one. - Was it Nestor?

Yes. He demanded the most indecent acts of all from me.

One thing I do know, I don't want any more.

I can't cope with this torture much longer.

I'd rather be dead. Dead.

There, there. Try and forget about it.

Clear your mind of thoughts.

Where should I start forgetting?

After my mother died,

my father looked at me in a way that repulsed me.

And then it happened. How can I clear my mind when I'm guilty for my father's death?

When there isn't a single person in this shitty world who loves me?

But that's not true.

How do you know?

I'm always here for you, even if it doesn't seem like much.

I won't forget that you said that to me.

- Evenifitis a lie. - It's not a lie...

- ...coincidentally. - I don't know if I deserve it.

But I could really use it right now.

Who couldn't?

Bertha, after I'd been handed over, helpless and miserable,

to the repulsive Costa in the sickbay,

an idea struck me.

After going on and on in his greasy voice for what seemed like forever

he did exactly the same things with me as all the others had done without scruples.

Can you choose which you prefer,

his sliminess or the others' brutality?

Nevertheless, it occurred to me that Costa could be valuable to us.

Please, I'll eat the worms, even if I throw up afterwards.

- Rosario! - It's the President's birthday today.

No torture today, senor.

- Rosario, it's me. - Yes, senor.

- Maria. - Don't eat It...

You don't like it?

You can't get her out of that state.

I know.

- Thank you. - Do you think she suffers?

I don't think so.

She's had these attacks ever since she was starved for 30 days.

Since then she's lost the plot.

- Where did you get these from? - Here is a whole packet.

A present from Costa.

I'm supposed to bring a friend along.

- Really? - I have a plan.

Right, I'll ask José to take us both to him.

- And when we're with him? - Things will happen.

He's bound to send the warder away when it's time.

Then we'll have won.

We'll overcome him and then off through the middle.

- We'll run away. - But where to, on this island?

As soon as we're out of the fortress, we'll be rescued.

- We'll get away. - Maybe you're right.

What about her?

- She'll gladly come with us. - How will we manage that?

I'll tell the warder that she's seriously ill.

Then she'll be sent to the sickbay.

There he is. Can you hear him? I'll tell him now. I'll call him.

Help! She's dying! Guards!

- What is it? - Rosario is delirious with a fever.

She's never been this bad.

Please call the doctor, or she'll die. Call him!

I'll see what I can do. Wait.

You did that brilliantly!

There's nothing to laugh about.

Give us today our daily bread...

The prisoners Maria da Guerra and Bertha Contrini.

Take them into the sick room. In there.

Yes, Doctor.

You can go, José.

Pick them up in an hour.

- The patient will stay here. - Yes, sir. In an hour.

Bertha!

Put them down there.

He hasn't sent the guard away.

Come on, we'll risk it anyway.

He's coming.

The scissors.

Watch out.

Good evening. This is my friend, Bertha Contrini.

I'm delighted to be allowed to join you.

I wanted to ask you to treat me as well.

Just like Maria.

What's wrong?

- Still not right? - No.

I feel absolutely ghastly, and my friend is really poorly.

We'll see.

I'm sure you'll be able to help her.

You understand things so well, senor.

No temperature. Your hand?

I can't breathe at night. I have such pressure in my chest.

- I just don't know. - My poor child.

- You're still so young. - That's why. I think so too.

You aren't allowed to die yet.

Love will make you well again.

No! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!

I don't want to die!

Be quiet. What's wrong?

Help!

Murder!

Come on, Rosario, we're going for a walk.

We're going out into the open air. Come on!

But quickly!

We'll bump off the guards!

Come on!

There's somebody there!

The guard!

Come on, Rosario.

Give me the other one, quickly!

Pull it tauter.

- Come on, Rosario! - I can't! Leave me!

You won't get me.

- Leave me alone. - Be quiet, for God's sake!

- We're near the shore. - I don't want to go in the water!

- Then we're free. - No, I don't want to!

Come here in the middle.

- Leave me. - Keep going.

No, I've seen the sea before.

Come on.

Help me, help me.

I can't go on.

That's enough. The end. I won't go a single step further with you.

- Come on, Rosario. - I don't want to.

I don't want to go in the sea. I can't swim. It won't work.

We can't - there are sharks in there.

OK, listen to me.

We won't have to swim. When we get to the water...

then we'll take a boat.

- Oh, a boat trip! - So come on then.

Let's go.

To go by boat is to float like the clouds.

There! Did you hear it?

- Very clear. - We'll soon find them.

We have to go on. You can't give up. They're on our trail.

Think about it, Maria.

They'll hunt us until we're in their line of fire. It's just a matter of time.

We can't give up, Bertha.

I don't have any strength left. We have to find a hiding place. We have to rest.

- Yes, but not here. - Why not?

I'll find one. Come on, we're going.

Pull yourself together.

- My mother gave birth to me in anger. - Rosario.

- I'm worse than a chicken. - Have courage. They're right behind us.

The poor are persecuted because they are poor,

the Jews because they are clever.

But they have a prophet, Moses.

He's given them advantages.

There's a good hiding place.

Yes. Here we can sleep at last.

I'm going over there.

But you mustn't lie down - we're nearly at the sea.

Oh, I don't understand.

What would you do without me? I'm going to play with the ships by myself.

I'll turn you into dried meat if you don't open your gob. Where are they?

You're bound to spit out where they're hiding if I tickle your stomach long enough.

You were in the same cell as them.

I'll squash you like a louse.

You planned it all together but then they dropped you like a piece of shit.

Put your arse down.

If you don't open your great big trap, I'll give it a good oiling. Up, up!

- Up, up. - I don't know who you're talking about.

- Really? - I swear.

This position doesn't suit you. You're surely more refined.

- Please don't. - Now, stomach in and bum out,

and then you'll tell me exactly how you pulled off this escape.

Move your blabbering mouth otherwise I'll force it to move!

I want to confess everything! I confess my gravest sins.

I've lied to you, I've deceived you, I'm not worthy of the air that I breathe.

I tried to seduce the girls, to sin against the flesh.

- Enough nonsense! - No, no, no!

- Stop! - I'm Charlotte Corday. I drowned the king.

- Stop talking rubbish! - Fucked him and drowned him in the bath.

Don't play with us. We aren't stupid.

You will answer straight away. Where are those women?

- You know! - I don't know those women!

I never spoke to them!

If you don't talk soon I'm going to kill you.

Do it! Strike me dead! Do it! Do it!

I don't know. I know nothing.

Nothing at all.

And if I did know anything, I wouldn't tell you.

Never. Never.

Now we'll see if you're going to say something.

Pinch your arse cheeks together.

Then I will have to make you talk!

Want to bet?

Well, then...

- The seal There it is! - Yes.

- And a boat. - A boat?

You always find the boats but I just find the water.

I want a boat too!

Come on, Bertha.

Rosario, you'll find a boat. You'll find a big white boat with white sails.

And if I don't, will you take me with you anyway?

Of course, Rosario. We're saved!

- But a mulatto won't be allowed... - You won't make it.

...on a boat.

Stop! You're going home now.

- Stay where you are! - Run, Bertha!

- Should I shoot you? - Stay where you are.

Or there'll be bloodshed. I'll break your bones!

Bertha, for God's sake, run!

Stop!

Help!

She's sweating because I'm going to Kill her. You skunk! You beast!

I'll break the devil out of her body.

Stop! Someone's coming.

Quickly!

I've found you at last.

José, don't.

That must be the Governor's house.

Come on.

He's bound to help us.

How nice.

Good day.

My God, the Governor!

- Forgive us. - Of course.

We are in trouble. Could we please speak with you?

Go ahead. We were expecting you.

Expecting us?

How stupid. Now we won't get the boat.