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The Secret Diary of a Nymphomaniac

- Can I get a cigarette, please?
- Of course.

May I sit here?

Yes. Please do.

- Can I have a drink?
- Of course.

Pepe, bring us a bottle!

Listen...

why don't we go somewhere
more intimate?

Good idea.

Pepe, bring it to table 7.

- I bet you're not from round here.
- No, I'm from Havana.

Havana? That's cool.

- You've been there?
- No, but I know it's a marvellous place.

What do you do for a living, darling?

Don't answer.
Let me guess...

Artist?

No.

Another bottle?

Well, er...
I'm getting a little drunk.

Oh no! I want to get drunk too.
I'm feeling good with you.

Come on, let's get another one!

Pepe, another bottle...

- Would you like to sleep with me?
- Of course, but you must be expensive.

I am...
but I'm worth it, aren't I?

Yes... You're worth a million!

Wait... I'll just get my
things in my dressing room.

I'll be right back.

- It's daylight already.
- Don't worry, we're going nearby.

This way.
It's not far, darling...

- Where?
- There.

- You live here?
- Let's say I often come here.

My head's spinning...

Police?

Come at once to Hotel Miramar,
by the port. Room 37.

A woman's just been murdered.
Hurry up!

Police.

Get dressed and come with us.

I committed that murder while
temporarily unbalanced

due to drink, after
a violent argument.

Will you sign?

I'm innocent... innocent!

Alright...

You want me to prove it was a
sadistic and premeditated murder?

That gets the death penalty!

Sign, for God's sake,
I'm off on leave.

I am innocent.

Throw him in the hole.

Never mind that bloody idiot!

Got the autopsy results?

Not yet, inspector.

Great!

Has the guy got any family?

He's married,
that's all we know.

I must speak to his wife.
Call her in.

Yes, sir.

- Hello?
- I'd like to speak to Mrs Ortiz.

Yes, it's Mrs Ortiz.

I'd like to meet you, I have some
rather unpleasant things to tell you.

What's this about?

Well, Madam, your husband
has just been arrested.

He's charged with murder.

That can't be right!

It is, Madam.

In any case, I have to ask you to come
to my office as soon as possible.

Alright, I'll come.
Goodbye.

Thank you, Rosa...
Thank you for coming.

Don't thank me.
The police told me to come.

How dreadful!

Rosa, I swear I didn't
kill that girl.

I don't believe you anymore.

Why would I have killed her?
You know me...

- No!
- I'm no killer.

I don't know you.
I know nothing.

Despise me if you want.
But don't assume I'm a killer.

What I assume doesn't matter.

We're finished now.

PIease Rosa, you can't
let them sentence me!

I am still your husband,
don't forget.

Maybe I will help you.

But only as much as I would
help any useless bum.

Goodbye.

- Did you talk to him?
- Yes.

- Still think he's innocent?
- I don't know.

Have you ever heard of
Countess Anna de Monterey?

No.

It seems she was closely
connected with the victim.

- Are you interested?
- No.

- If I need you, I'll call.
- Goodbye, sir.

- There's a Mrs Ortiz asking for you.
- Show her in.

Alright, ma'am.

- Hello.
- Hello, Miss.

I'm sorry to disturb you
but I need to talk to you.

Please sit down.

- May I offer you a drink?
- No, thanks.

What's this about?

My husband is in prison
on a murder charge.

So what?
I don't understand.

Let me finish.

He's accused of killing a young
prostitute called Linda Vargas.

Ah, Linda...

And you want information
about Linda Vargas?

I believe my husband is innocent.
Don't you?

I don't care.
I don't know Mr...?

- Ortiz.
- Ortiz?

Who told you she knew me?

The inspector in charge.

He asked me about you and the connection
between you and Linda Vargas.

- What do you know about Linda's life?
- Nothing.

I can't see the link between
a rich woman and a cheap whore.

You're surprised that a girl
like Linda was my friend?

It also surprises me sometimes.

Come closer...

When I first met little Linda,
she'd not been in town long.

She was a bit lost, since she came
from a miserable little village.

One day she got bored
of that dull life

and ran away from
her parents' house.

And that was Linda's first
physical contact with a man.

But the lure of the city
must have been stronger

for Linda stayed here anyway.

She worked in many places
and had other bitter experiences.

17

18

20

21

22

- Linda...
- 23...

Come here!

Coming!

I need you for a while.

- Your panties!
- Oh no!

- Don't make a fuss, you bitch!
- Please don't!

- You like that, don't you?
- Please don't!

- Come on, spread them!
- Leave me alone!

One day she came
to deliver some linen.

Anyone in?

I'd never made love
with a girl before.

For me it was a new
and exciting feeling.

Her mouth was so
soft and so warm!

She gave me an intense pleasure,
more than any man could.

She was discovering orgasm.

Linda was very tight

and had only ever made love to
men for whom she felt no desire.

They hurt her when
they penetrated her.

She stayed with me.
We loved each other.

She was just a kid,
naive, spontaneous, wild.

I taught her women's secrets
and the subtleties of love-making.

It was a voyage of
discovery for both of us.

She learned to give herself entirely
and eagerly, holding back nothing.

Soon she came to seek
pleasure for its own sake.

- Are you alone?
- Yes.

Where's Anna?

At the hairdresser's, I think.

You smoke, don't you?

Sure!

I've got a bit of a cold.

Yes, I know...

You know, you've become
a beautiful girl...

In fact, I wasn'tjealous...
not yet.

It was all part of a game.
A new one I wanted to play...

because it sounded like fun.

So it was thanks to me that Linda
learnt how to make love to a man,

to get orgasms
from a male organ,

to feel the intoxicating sensation
as it thrusts inside you.

She fell in love with Alberto

and they went on
seeing each other.

But without me. I was excluded
from their sex romps.

They used to meet in a trendy
disco called The Lucky Ghost.

It was there Linda met Maria,

a gorgeous Brazilian, who
later became her lover.

I love you, Alberto.
I love you with all my being.

You're my first and
probably only true love.

You took your time answering!

- Sorry, ma'am. We didn't expect you.
- Is my husband in?

- I don't know, ma'am. I think so, but...
- Thank you.

Forgive me, Angela,
I can explain...

Don't bother.

Listen!

I give you 10 minutes, not a
second more, to leave this house.

You and this "girl"...

But Angela, don't be like this.
She means nothing to me!

You dared bring her here!
I guess it's not the first time... Go!

Get out now!

Go back to being a cheap
playboy, you loser!

Forgive me.
Forgive me, Angela!

Forgive me.

Without you I'm nothing,
I know that.

Get rid of this whore...

Then we'll see.

Get out!

Get out of here!

The days that followed this
break-up were terrible for Linda.

She lay prostrate in
bed for days on end.

I was planning a few
weeks' vacation in the Bahamas.

That night, I was having a
drink with some friends

and Linda was wandering
in the house.

Her eyes were blank,
the very image of despair.

- What's wrong, Linda?
- What's it to you?

Why that tone of voice?
What have I done?

Nothing.

You dumped me!

Abandoned me...
just when I needed you most.

What do you think?

I need your permission
to go on vacation?

Remember, you're just a little slut
I picked up out of charity.

Bitch!

I didn't take it too seriously.

I left the next day.

After I'd gone, Linda hung out
with her new friend, the stripper Maria.

She was friends with a photographer

who specialised in a
certain type of picture.

Perfect!
That's it...

Be sexy, very sexy...
Lustful...

Great! Very good!
Right...

That's it... Fantastic!

These pics have to make people
horny, really get them going!

What soft skin...

Here, I'll fix your belt,
it's sexier like this...

Come here, Linda!

That's right, just like that. Great...

Now a little action, kittens!

Who are these women?
What's going on here?

Get out!

Get out of here!

Next morning,
she left without a word.

Later, I heard she was
posing for porn photos.

It was then Linda started on drugs.

Alberto met her a few
days after she left me.

She was off her head and spent
hours more or less prostrate.

Come with me.

Did you ask your wife first?

- You coward! Loser!
- Shut up. I'll take you home...

- Might she have killed herself?
- It's very possible.

Do you know if she had
already met my husband?

She met lots of people,
slept with lots of people...

Both men and women.

A nymphomaniac, then?

Since you say so... Yes!

A nymphomaniac.

Heartless...

Reckless...

and stupid!

- Did you ask to see me, ma'am?
- Yes, but sit down...

Can I get a drink?

Yes. Waiter, please...?

What's wrong?

I am alone.

We're all alone, you know...

Anyway, you're no
longer alone, baby!

What's up?

Are you afraid?

Is this the first time you... ?

It's the first time I've
been in a place like this.

What are you looking for?

You know Linda Vargas?

It's my husband who's
accused of murdering Linda.

Yes... So what do you want?

I don't know...

To weep, to die,
to avenge myself...

On whom?

On everyone, on life...

And I also want to know...

I go in first.

I don't like to wear clothes.

Tell me...

Had he drunk a lot,
my husband?

Yes. A dozen bottles of champagne...

At least!

- Your friend was some slut!
- That was herjob...

And it's mine too, you know?

We don't get much for stripping.
Fortunately we get a cut on the drinks.

I'm sure my husband didn't kill Linda.
He couldn't have.

How do you know? Maybe he's a
sadist like Jack the Ripper?

- Men are capable of anything, you know.
- Thanks.

Do you like to walk round naked?

I like my body.

I like to look at myself.

I like to touch myself...

Don't you?

I don't know...

I never looked at myself naked.

Nor has my husband!

- Even when you fucked?
- Then...

We turned the lights off!

Stop!

Is it turning you off or on?

Both, perhaps.

I finally realised that fucking
is really all I like to do.

A girl's soft crotch or a
beautiful penis is all I need.

Yet, sometimes I still remember
my village, my grandmother.

She was the only one in my
family who had any heart.

The only one who understood me.
Maybe I should have stayed with her.

If God exists, I hope he hasn't been
as hard on her as he has on me.

I also often think of the
Countess de Monterey.

We share so many memories.
Sad memories and passionate ones too.

Memories of hot and
wonderful embraces.

Anna, your mouth on my vulva
brought me back to life.

A shame you're such a frivolous,
arrogant and cruel creature.

What are you reading?

Linda's diary.

I want to give my body and my vulva
to all my brothers and sisters.

To all those whom life has
offered only pain and misery.

You still think such a girl
was only a cheap whore?

I don't know.
I'm not sure anymore.

I'd like to place an ad saying:

To all the sad and rebuffed ones...

those with neither money, beauty
or courage to have a woman,

I offer my warm vagina and my writhing
buttocks, so they can penetrate me.

I offer myself to you, young boys
wanking over a photo of a pretty girl,

lesbians who are too scared
to approach a woman.

Today I met a wonderful creature,
Maria Toledano.

She's such a turn on when she dances
that I came just watching her move.

The way she looked at me,
I immediately knew she liked girls.

I'm sure she likes me.

Tomorrow I will dance to
arouse her, to seduce her.

I will try to make her feel as I did when
I saw her move her beautiful little ass.

She must be mine and I must be hers.
There's no other way.

Now Maria is mine.

Her touch fills me with joy.

And I hope that mine penetrate her as
deeply as a black man's huge penis.

To see her come at the touch
of my tongue, of my fingers...

gives me such pleasure.

It's my revenge on life.

And when her hot full
lips explore my vagina...

When her fingers penetrate me
from both sides and almost meet

I scream with pleasure.

Sometimes I have weird fantasies

I'd like to give her to a man. He wouldn't
take her, I would give her to him...

but she wouldn't get pleasure from him.
Definitely not!

After his failure, I would
have him watch her come

as my fingers caress her.

My revenge on all men who have
humiliated and abused me...

who forced themselves on me!

My key!

Always the bloody same!

Yesterday evening
we had a fun adventure.

There's this photographer staying at
our hotel. Probably a German dyke.

I noticed that as soon as I saw her.

She phoned and asked if we'd
pose for some dirty pics.

Even on the phone
I could hear her excitement.

I bet she'd been listening to us
making love through the wall...

while pleasuring herself.

Whatever, her proposal
seemed like a stroke of luck,

a chance to start
a new existence.

I'm your neighbour, Miss Schatz.
I'm a photographer

and I'd love you to pose
for some special pictures.

It's well paid and will be fun!

Right.
See you tomorrow, then.

Let's go!

Don't move!

Great... Perfect...
Don't move!

Yes... That's the one, darlings.
Don't move...There...

Oh, yes! Yes! Like that... Yes!
Hold it...

That first photo session
was more like a party.

The thought of someone taking
naked pictures of me making love...

was very exciting to me.

It was such a turn-on
that we got soaking wet

and ended up
making love for real

while the photographer
got off on that.

The thought that the pictures would
turn on both men and women...

was delightful.
And best of all, I got paid!

By the way, I've never understood
why society disapproves...

of people of the
same sex making love

while it's normal with someone of
the "opposite" sex, as they say.

All's fair in love.
All is pure

Only love can save us from
boredom and numbness.

Only love can sometimes
make life worth living...

and physical love above all else.

Whenever I feel down,
which is often...

I think about a nice penis or a
woman's hot tongue and I feel better.

When my sweet pussy opens
up and gets moist...

that's when real life begins.

What happens before and after
is just useless wandering.

Maria and me sometimes met up with
other losers like us to smoke weed.

Share a joint, as they say.

At the end of the day,
it's a bit of a downer

but sometimes it can make life
seem a little less sad.

Anyway, that was how
I got to meet the doctor.

Open up in the name of the law!

Police!

Drug Squad.

Remove your glasses!

Please Miss, can you come here?

What is it?

Come with me.

So that's why they released me!

- Don't be a fool...
- Oh, I'm a fool alright!

But an interesting one.

How old are you?

- Twenty.
- You're not really into drugs.

So what's going on?

I don't know... Nothing.

Do you have any family?

I guess so. In the country.

I'll try to give you one.
At least for a while.

This is my house and my clinic.

- Doesn't look like a clinic.
- But it is.

True, there's no surgery,
no expensive equipment.

It's a place to rest.
You'Il find peace and quiet here.

Let me show you your room.

Thus began my new existence.

The doctor said he would remake me
into someone healthy and clean.

I kept telling him he
was wasting his time,

that I was too far gone already

but he wouldn't give up.

He talked about music,

youth crisis, about
artificial highs,

platonic love, spiritual
union and so on...

To be honest, I didn't really
understand everything.

But I was proud to be
treated like a human being.

One day, I offered myself to him.
Asked him to make love to me.

He didn'twant to.

He wouldn't kiss me.

Didn't even come
with me to my room.

Precisely because he
was attracted to me

but he thought it would have been
unfair to take advantage of me.

I felt terribly disappointed.

Come...

No, no...

Try to sleep.

Before coming here, to Guanaquil...

long ago...
I was only 14 then...

I lived in a house like this,
but not so grand, of course.

In the mornings, there
was the same fresh air.

And just as here, the birds
would sing outside my window.

Why did you leave your village?

I wanted to experience
life in a big city.

I used to watch TV in a
bar near my house...

The streets full of life, the
hustle and bustle everywhere...

All these bright lights
literally fascinated me.

So one day I took the train.

And I never went back.

Why?

A man...

a stranger I met...

raped me in a fairground.

I cried out, screamed...

but the music drowned
my cries for help.

It all span round in my
head like the Ferris wheel.

He was red faced, like
a slaughtered pig.

He threatened to kill me...
He beat me!

Carmen! Carmen!

Yes, doctor?

Put her to bed and give
her two sedative pills.

The day after I confided
in him, I escaped.

My body was craving for caresses,
penetrations and kisses...

I've really missed you.

Where were you?

I... I don't know.

Undress!

What do you want?

I really tried to put
you on the right road

but you're just a whore!

Since my efforts
have been in vain,

I may as well get
something out of it...

Now, get out of here!

And so I went back to Maria.

But something inside me had died.

I had trusted that man.

I thought he could
save me from myself

but in the end, he behaved
like all the others.

Maybe it was my fault anyway.

Maybe I carry in me the seeds
of my own destruction.

Excuse me, I'll be right back...

Oh, Alberto!

Let me go!

What do you want?

Spit it out!

It's you I want!

I don't want you to hang out
with these doped up hippies.

I've looked for you everywhere.

Really? Why?

Because I've realised
I really care for you.

- You're really something!
- Listen to me.

I've thought a lot...
about you and me...

If you want to,
I'm ready to give it all up.

Shame it took you so
long to work out.

Sorry, but you're too late.

I went back to Maria, but I feel alone.
I don't like my life anymore.

The time has come for me
to finish with it all.

I would like them to
write on my grave:

"Here lies a poor girl
who lived only for love."

Don't cry.
Linda wouldn't have wanted that.

- Is that better?
- Yes. Don't stop...

I recognised him when
he came into the club.

The beast who has ruined my life.

Since I've decided to kill myself,
I'll frame him for my murder.

Maria, please...

Can I take this?

Yes.

Thank you.

That man destroyed my life.

I was only a child when he raped me.

If there is anyjustice, he must pay.

He must pay!

He must pay! He must pay!

A Robert de Nesle
production

The Secret Diary of a Nymphomaniac

Written by Jesus Franco Manera

Adaptation and dialog
Elisabeth Ledu de Nesle

Cinematographer
Gérard Brissaud

Continuity
Nicole Guettard

Stills
Mario Lippert

Edited by G. Kikoïne

Music

Directed by
Clifford Brown

Produced by