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We're in 1913.

In Europe, World War I is brewing.

In Germany, a large chemical company patents Ecstasy.

In the U.S.A., Mr. Arthur Wynne invents the crossword puzzle,

Miss Mary Phelps Jacob...

ends the rule of the corset by inventing the bra,

and Dr. Sigmund Freud...

embarks on a tour attended by a legion of trendies...

who revere him for saying that all things in the mind...

are connected with sex.

Meanwhile in Spain, more shots...

than words are being crossed,

the only ecstasy is that of St. Teresa,

and as regards sex...

there is a lot not being said.

Enough to make a film.

UNCONSCIOUS

Salvador!

Tell the truth. Does Leon have a mistress?

You're his best friend. Is there another woman?

Not as far as I know.

Then it's worse than I thought.

What's wrong?

Swear to God...

- ...you won't tell anyone. - You're an atheist.

Agnostic. Go on, swear.

I swear.

When I got home today I saw someone coming down the stairs...

I had a strange presentiment,

a spine-tingling sensation.

DR. LEON PARDO NEUROPSYCHIATRIST

Mrs. Mingarro?

Leon was in his office.

He was weeping, devastated.

He said, "Keep the house,

our money, it's all yours." I asked,

"What's wrong?" He said, "No questions.

I've loved you but I must go."

Keep the house, our money, it's all yours.

- What's wrong? - No questions.

What happened?

I've loved you but I must go.

You loved me?

- Alma, I'm sorry... - Leon, wait!

Don't call the police.

What have you done?

If I tell you they'll kill you.

I felt lost so I came to you.

He'll be home when you get back,

wanting his supper.

No, no...

Salvador, he was desperate.

That's one of Leon's normal states.

Why turn to you when you don't care.

Alma!

QUEST FOR THE MISSING HUSBAND

Is the master back?

No.

Has he called?

No.

My brother-in-law, Dr. Pifarre.

I can see.

Hello.

You took your time.

My sciatica.

Have you tried aspirin?

- New-fangled remedy. - The world advances,

whether you like it or not.

I don't like it.

She's been here a month but it seems like forever.

She's drunk.

I'd fire her, but...

Leon's fascinated by her.

Clinically fascinated.

Let's look for clues.

It's a fertility goddess.

Salvador, this cushion...

is still warm. That proves...

someone was here. The person on the stairs!

Or Leon was just reading.

"The Complete Works of Dr. Sigmund Freud."

"Love and hypnosis..."

What trash!

The work of a genius.

There's a hair!

Not Leon's!

That proves he was with a patient.

A female patient!

Your sister.

Tell her I'm coming,

but not that her husband's here.

I don't lie.

I pay you to obey!

Take her to the parlour.

Not tell my wife I'm here?

I want to find out what happened to Leon before I tell anyone.

You know her better than I do.

She'll think there's something between us.

Since we were small she's convinced men prefer me.

Hello, Olivia.

How do you feel?

Very tired. I was just going to lie down.

You're immense. Perhaps it's twins.

The doctor heard one heart.

I've been sewing.

You shouldn't have.

That's for the christening.

Lovely.

And this...

is for...

I'll never get pregnant!

- What do you mean? - I know it.

Salvador's a good boy

but...

Do you find it agony when Leon?

When Leon what?

Wants to do it.

With Salvador it's hell.

Olivia...

I suffer. I suffer sister.

So does he.

He waits days, weeks,

months to touch me...

And when, occasionally,

I let him come near...

it's...

a torment!

I can't really make comparisons

but I do believe...

I believe...

his thing is very big.

How big?

Something like this.

- Don't laugh! - I'm not.

- I think it's tragic. - I know...

Is Leon the same?

No, no, no...

I knew it!

You were always luckier than me.

Olivia,

don't view Salvador's phallus as separate.

He's his phallus and his phallus is him. Both want to make you happy.

So make them happy.

There's something they love and it's not at all painful.

What is it?

And you and Leon?

Of course.

Well... I'll see you and Leon at dinner.

Good.

Don't tell Salvador...

that I smoke.

- Goodbye, Olivia. - Goodbye.

What are you looking at?

Don't be vulgar.

Where are you going?

Salvador, wait!

What shall I do?

- Call the police. - He told me not to.

- Then don't. - I've got no-one but you!

GREAT NAMES IN WORLD PSYCHIATRY

Right, right.

And I'd also like to announce

that I've received confirmation by cable...

of the visit to our modest club...

of the controversial Vienese doctor...

Sigmund Freud.

In two weeks' time,

following his tour of America.

But tonight we have with us...

a man who does not need scandal...

or publicity to shine...

in the scientific firmament...

I give you

Doctor...

Alzheimer.

Doctors, ladies and gentlemen. It is an honour to be here with you...

To speak of loss of...

Loss of...

...in general.

Girls.

I want you to know that I've been diagnosed with a brain tumour.

I'll be dead in 6 months.

It will be a long, painful process...

whose symptoms

you will all notice...

Migraines, vomiting,

blindness...

- impotence... - Papa!

Loss of control, of will,

of identity.

Don't cry.

Any intelligent person knows that the end of life is death.

Can nothing be done?

Nothing at all.

And forget burial. I've donated my body to the hospital.

You too, Alma,

my child?

No.

But I'll cry if I want.

Give me that.

By the way,

why hasn't Leon come tonight?

I told you, he has terrible toothache.

Pity.

I wanted to tell him about the difficult decision

I've taken.

Regarding my replacement at the hospital.

Difficult, because you, Salvador,

would be a marvellous choice,

but I've decided that Leon...

shall replace me.

That's not fair!

Salvador has dedicated years!

Salvador has the qualities of iron... solid, inflexible, cold,

but this is an age of challenges...

and we need someone...

more imaginative,

who'll look to the future.

Right?

You should have spoken up.

Of course. I could have said,

"Your tumour has affected yourjudgement..."

She always wins!

We live in a frivolous age.

Leon knows how to sell himself.

Your thesis is better than his.

How would you know?

You haven't read it.

Actually, no-one's read it.

Read it to me.

Olivia, please...

Now.

Olivia, no.

Very well.

My mother wasn't interested...

in my father's work, so they were unhappy.

"Emotion: a hormonal disorder..."

That's the title?

Yes.

It's beautiful.

"Here follows

an empirical study of human behaviour...

limited specifically to the category of conduct

commonly known as affectivity.

The conclusion

I have reached

is that, contrary to..."

Go on.

"...contrary to what is held...

...what is held

by the empiricist school, on the one hand...

and on the other...

by the associationists...

Emo...

Emotion is a phen...

Emo..."

I'm sorry!

Olivia.

HYSTERICAL WOMEN: 4 CASES

Salvador!

It was avoidable but you wouldn't listen.

I don't understand.

It's Leon's car.

A black Hispano Suiza.

But 9 out of 10 cars are black Hispanos.

Oh, my God!

What?

Cover yourself.

Leon's dead.

I dreamed it last night.

It was raining, I took my umbrella but it was Leon's.

And I couldn't open it.

So?

Freud says if you dream someone's dead, you want them dead.

Come with me

to the morgue. I can't go alone.

It's him!

Alma, that could be anyone.

You think I can't recognize my own husband?

Excuse me...

Actually we think it's a woman.

With my husband in his car?

You don't know it was his car.

This...

is all that was recovered from the accident.

Looks like a dedication.

"To T, my love."

It's the king!

The king?

And T is for "Turtledove."

Turtledove?

She was one of Leon's patients.

I opened a locked drawer yesterday...

and found this.

- A gun? - And his thesis.

A study of hysteria based on 4 cases,

one a dancer called Turtledove.

T could be Teresa or Trini...

- Or Tecla, my wife's name. - It's Turtledove. It all fits!

"Obsessed with the idea she'll be killed because she had...

...an important lover."

The king?

Who else?

Leon knew which is why...

he's in hiding!

You're suggesting the king ordered?

Thank you.

- Long live the Republic! - Yes!

- Watch what you say. - Why?

You don't know who he is.

I've seen her before.

Come on.

You're all wrong!

Your father!

Despite studies of...

differences in brain capacity...

proof exists that women are as intelligent as men.

This happens whenever I have to keep quiet in front of my father.

When my mother was ill, father ordered absolute silence.

He said she needed a sleep cure.

One day, after 12 hours...

They're saner than men are.

But women are hysterical by nature.

And men sexually abusive by nature.

Women go mad inside, we go mad on the outside.

Suicides, for instance...

Men hang themselves, women drown themselves.

Why do men prefer a noose?

Hanging leaves the member rock-hard!

Rock-hard, sisters!

Pistil, stamen, ovule,

pollen!

I think that tumour's growing faster than expected.

Poor thing.

Thief!

Come back here!

Unhand me!

Bitch!

Turtledove! The girl in the cameo!

- What are you doing? - Come on!

No, I'm on call in half an hour.

And if Leon's life depended on that half-hour?

"3rd August.

Turtledove has changed her name again.

It was Pigeon then Magpie, it's now Lark.

She brought a copy of 'New World' in which she read of...

a boy putting a mouse in the mouth of another boy, who died of fright.

She sees this as a threat to herself.

When she left, I looked at the copy and saw that a boy...

had been mistreated but there was no mention of a mouse.

That was a delirium of the patient."

Fantastic.

The truth lies with a dancing thief who imagines mice!

- You're a retrograde. - Listen!

I don't need to attend

Freud's Psychoanalytical Association meetings...

to know how to diagnose that woman.

Alcoholism,

prostitution, poverty...

Things Leon would know about if he'd worked day after day...

- like me. - You're jealous.

Am I? Of whom?

A man who forsakes a wife about to give birth?

- What are you doing? - Leaving.

- Leon may be inside! - Or in Timbuctu!

- I have a presentiment. - Like at the morgue?

Pregnant women know. We have two hearts!

Wait.

Wait, wait.

Either you go or I go.

I'll go.

Here.

If I'm not back in 10 minutes, go to the police.

Five. If I'm not back in five minutes.

Can you drive?

I'll go.

Good morning.

- The lady? - El Murciano sent you?

Yes.

Got the doctor's certificate?

What?

Saying you ain't got syphilis.

Come on in.

Turtle won't shag anybody without the paper.

You sort it out.

The new star.

Girlie!

Relax, it's me.

Knock on the door.

No door, dearie.

Every place worse! I'm an artiste, not a goat.

We start in 10 minutes.

The certificate?

- Madame... - Put the uniform on.

Here's the story...

You're a wounded cavalry general back from Africa.

And I'm the lusty nun who gives...

you the will to live.

Take yourjacket off.

- I... - Take it off.

- I'd like to... - Take yourjacket off.

Yourjacket, yourjacket...

What have you brought me?

All right, I'll take it off.

Right.

We start off sophisticated,

then I put your boots on...

and you start treating me like your mare.

You mount me, a few lashes...

with this whip.

It's fake.

And don't get carried away,

my skin's like pearl, it marks easy.

The customer likes them to bite my arse...

and pinch my tits.

Again...

everything fake.

If you really hurt me

I'll cut your balls off.

Well?

Get that off.

Put the uniform on, show me the paper.

And then

wash yourself.

I eat dicks but not crabs.

I... Madame...

There seems to be a misunderstanding.

You're Dr. Pardo's patient?

You're no artiste!

As I said, there's been...

- a misunderstanding. - Don't!

Don't kill me! Don't kill me!

Tell Alfonso I got it back and nobody knows!

Alfonso with XIII after his name?

Help!

I won't hurt you.

I'm Dr. Pardo's brother-in-law.

What's going on?

- Nothing. We're just practising. - That's what I call professional.

I only want to ask you a few questions.

Really.

Calm down.

I kept the cameo under lock and key. I never put it on in public.

But somebody stole it from the guest house where I live.

The next day they sent me an anonymous letter,

demanding 1,000 pesetas for the cameo.

Where was I going to get 1,000 pesetas?

I was desperate...

so I thought of Dr. Pardo...

They've come for me!

I'm ready. I'll take my secret to the grave!

Give me the film!

What are you doing?

You're from the police.

No.

I was just leaving.

Fake.

Run!

What are you doing here?

Come on!

Tell him I love him...

and I'll never betray him!

It's him, no doubt, despite that awful wig!

What if he liked it?

- Making films? - No. Being humiliated, whipped.

It's his father's fault.

He was very strict with Leon. He used corporal punishment.

Leon called him Dr. Frankenstein.

Haven't you read Mary Shelley?

Alma.

I have to tell you...

You were right.

Leon's dead.

Turtledove was being blackmailed.

Leon went to pay the money.

The rendezvous was where

the car exploded.

No, I'm not going to faint.

Look out!

Alma.

Why are you carrying her? Is the lift broken?

Smelling salts, please.

Cognac more like it.

Smelling salts.

Is she having the baby?

She's mourning.

She's just lost her husband.

The master was here just an hour ago.

How did he look?

Rundown, unshaven,

like he hadn't eaten.

Did he ask for me?

Not really.

Did you say we were looking for him?

He didn't give me a chance.

He was searching his office for something. Didn't find it.

He left a message.

- What? - What?

He left a message!

DESTROY THE THESIS IMMEDIATELY

The answer's in the thesis! See?

Alcohol and bandages in there.

The person I saw on the stairs was one of his four cases.

TURTLEDOVE... PASTORA

This is madness.

Leon's dead, Leon isn't dead...

MRS. DUCATI... NOEL

You play at psychoanalysis,

when the truth's right

- under your nose. - What's the truth?

He's left you for another.

Nobody leaves me for something so prosaic!

You're 9 months pregnant,

the responsibility scared him, and he ran off with a patient.

Now he wants to destroy the thesis

he wrote about her.

All you really want is

my father's job.

How can you all be so unfair with me?

Enter your inferiority complex.

Not inferior... Poor.

You and your family have always used me.

Leon, your father, and now you.

In a better future it won't be rich or poor.

We'll all be equal says Marx.

Let me help you.

Haven't you read Marx?

Give me back my watch. I'm off.

Hypnotize me first.

What?

I must have seen the face of the person on the stairs but it's

in my subconscious.

Hypnotism will help.

You're completely mad!

You may not believe it, but do me one last favour.

My watch.

The last, I swear.

- My watch. - Please!

Hypnotize me.

You are feeling sleepy.

Very sleepy...

Your eyelids are heavy.

Very heavy...

And now...

It's as if the fingertips...

of a friendly hand...

are resting...

on your breasts.

Pardon?

Your breasts...

I don't believe it!

I'll count to 3

and you'll wake up as if nothing had happened.

One... two...

Three!

When I clap, wake as if nothing

has happened.

I love you, Alma.

I love you.

You're the love of my life.

Salvador, enough!

I think of you in the morning, at night, I dream of you...

Whenever I see you, I have to hold back

a desire to kiss you,

to caress you,

to bury my head in your thighs.

You're married to my sister!

- I married her to be near you. - Stop it.

In bed I only see your face.

Stop that, I don't like it!

I don't like it.

- Yes, you do! - No, I don't!

Leave that fool!

Run away with me

to Argentina.

The New World...

That's enough! Salvador...

Run away with me, Alma.

Stop it!

You stay here till I get back.

Pregnant you look like a plump little angel.

I like you even more.

- What's wrong with you? - Why?

- You're very pale. - I feel faint.

The wet nurse.

I haven't much time now...

Want to see them?

It'll only take a moment.

I'd prefer it.

You know what you're getting.

- Do you drink gin? - No.

One peseta for every kilo the baby puts on. Two for twins.

Morning, my dear colleagues.

You chose Leon because of Alma.

CAR CRASH VICTIM IDENTIFIED

Nonsense!

You always loved her more.

When I was born you wanted a boy.

I'm the unwanted daughter.

All I ever wanted was for your mother to leave me alone.

I was in love with another.

I can say it now I'm dying.

It was an impossible love.

Romantic.

Oh, papa.

It happens to everyone...

My dear...

Hello.

Crying again?

You're late.

Was she complaining about my huge member again?

So what?

90% of those here would love one like mine.

You too, I'm sure.

Salvador!

And it's not that big.

You're just tight.

Papa!

"Papa!"

Are you drunk?

Have you been taking drugs?

I don't care what you think.

Five years doing your dirty work. Five years

trying to be like you. I even grew a beard

like yours.

Mine's bigger.

Salvador!

Quiet.

And what for? So you can mock me?

An arrogance tumour,

you've got.

Wine!

Excuse me...

Hey, Carlitos!

Dr. Pifarre.

You're a man of the world. Here...

Disproportionate?

Oh, my God!

Big is beautiful, sir.

You're a poet, Carlitos.

I've a message from your sister-in-law.

What is it?

You're fired.

Come, child.

Don't come home.

Menu or a la carte?

THE FASTEST WAY TO GET RID OF A WIFE

Your sister's thrown me out.

I know.

Your father's fired me.

I know that too.

I did the most ridiculous thing.

Thanks to you.

- Who hypnotized himself? - You let me leave in that state.

I didn't let you leave.

Your subconscious

turned you into a force of nature.

I prefer not to know!

Pity, because what you hide is better than what you show.

You're in love with me.

It's very romantic.

And I must take advantage as my husband's life is at stake.

Leon's second case is interned in this hospital

for threatening her husband.

She's in the "dangerous" ward.

- Come on. - No.

No.

Why say no when you always end up saying yes?

We know now you have feelings.

Feelings are a hormonal disorder I do not suffer from.

If feelings were plants,

you'd be a botanical garden.

CASE 2 PASTORA

She doesn't look dangerous.

The mentally ill can

be deceptive.

Pastora,

you have visitors.

Got the novel?

I see you haven't.

That's annoying. I've read this one 56 times.

I know it better than Charlotte.

Charlotte?

Bronte, Charlotte Bronte, the writer.

Have you read Emily's book?

"Wuthering Heights"?

Is it hot?

It's marvellous.

What's written with the twat is unbeatable.

I see...

I'm Dr. Pifarre.

- I'm here to review your case. - I don't talk to doctors.

You were Dr. Pardo's patient?

Understand my question?

What I don't understand is why you come here looking like

an animal on heat.

Me?

Tell him to go away.

Leave us on our own.

Don't trust her.

She weighs 40 kilos, I weigh 70. What can happen?

I'll be just outside,

if you need me.

We don't need you. Go.

Have you got

a handkerchief? I feel filthy.

Of course.

I can see the future.

A short Galician is going to do a lot of damage.

I found out he'd been unfaithful before we were married.

So, like a good Spanish girl, I became ajealous bitch.

I shouted, spat in his soup,

tore his shirts...

And I scarred that shop assistant girl of his!

He used that against me.

He bribed that doctor to commit me for life.

The doctor was?

Dr. Pardo.

Young,

handsome...

I opened every corner of my soul to him.

And he signed a form saying I was raving mad

and a danger to society.

That's terrible!

There's lots like me in here.

Put away by their husbands with the help of corrupt doctors.

It's the fastest way to get rid of a wife.

I'm so sorry.

What perfume is that?

It's "Myrurgia."

Keep it.

Thank you.

The nuns don't keep me clean.

And I'll get you "Wuthering Heights."

Thank you.

Who do we thank for our food?

God, sister.

"God-bye!"

Good morning.

Is the chemist in?

Who shall I say?

We come from Dr. Pardo.

See the scar? That's the mistress.

You believe a woman who's not in her right mind?

She's as sane as you or I.

I doubt if you're...

What?

Nothing.

This is not the best time to think of kissing my neck.

How could Leon have been so amoral?

Why would he do such a cruel thing?

For money? No. We're rich.

But there must be a reason.

The chemist's out.

The chemist's a bad liar.

Come on!

- You can't pass! - We'll see.

Not in there!

What the?

Who are they?

I told them they couldn't pass.

Out!

Out of my house!

I said out!

Out!

Out of here!

Both of you!

I'll report you.

The police chief's daughter's in there.

Report who and what you like.

Be more careful in future.

What do you need?

Revenge.

Leon's father was on cocaine. Like Sherlock Holmes.

You haven't read Conan Doyle either?

Are you all right?

My leg.

- You twisted your ankle? - No, my leg's gone.

Let me see.

- Try and move it. - It's hysterical paralysis!

Hysteria doesn't affect muscles.

I know when I'm paralysed and hysterical! And I'm both!

I should leave you here.

You're a good man, Salvador, but you drive me mad.

Doesn't it affect you to see that the world's changing?

Ford can make 1,000 cars a day, Edison just invented talkies,

the king's let Spanish women into higher education, and you...

I just broke waters!

Congratulations.

You're a father.

The first one, right?

Don't worry.

As they keep coming,

you'll get used to it.

It's a boy.

A boy?

Come over here.

Come.

I want him to see a male.

To feel his father was near when he was born.

He's not the father!

The child doesn't know.

And do you know?

Mrs. Mingarro, apologize or...

Or what?

Or what?

I'm sorry I kissed you.

Do you say that out of politeness or cowardice?

It's what I think.

It was wrong of me.

It was wrong of you not to

declare your love years ago.

You were in love with Leon.

Was I?

And you still are.

You deny your own feelings yet try to read mine?

That is so arrogantly phallic!

By insulting me, Alma,

you show you care about me.

Tell me now.

Can I entertain the hope

you'll leave Leon for me?

Some things are not asked. They are demanded.

I don't understand.

I really don't.

Something's burning.

It must be me.

The baby!

What?

What are you doing?

What is it?

The master asked to destroy it.

He asked me.

No, he asked me.

How can you remember when you're drunk

all day?

Me, drunk?

Give me the key in your pocket.

No.

It's mine.

The key to the drinks cabinet.

Answer the door. It's probably the wet nurse.

- This is all I could save. - Let me.

- Wait. - Let me.

See?

What's going on here?

They're together.

Olivia, please.

Is the child his?

I can explain.

You?

Come.

Olivia!

Olivia, please!

Take me back. It's not what it seems.

I destroyed my fingers typing your thesis!

Olivia, please...

You said I was tight.

My mind had gone.

Well, I am.

Sex is only part of married life.

A minimal part,

small, tiny... nothing.

Are you in love with my sister?

- Horacio... - Quiet!

Olivia,

you are the balance

in my life.

I'm nothing without you.

I beg you...

Take me back.

Take me back.

We could go away somewhere. To Italy.

Anywhere where we could forget...

That we're married?

There's blood on your shirt.

HYSTERICAL WOMEN: 4 CASES

MRS. DUCATI

LIFE IS FULL OF SURPRISES

You can't come in here, madame.

Don't worry, I'm blind.

Alma.

I was going to call you.

Don't insult my intelligence. Go throw punches.

- I'm in an impossible situation. - Which is Leon's locker?

Next to mine. Number 13.

I've been thinking about Olivia...

- What are you looking for? - Nothing of yours.

Recognize it?

No.

It's Olivia's.

You gave it to her for her birthday.

Me?

"Ducati Tailoring"!

You realize?

Leon's third case. Ducati, the woman with penis envy.

What?

How can a woman have

penis envy?

Oliv...

Olivia is Mrs. Ducati!

My Olivia?

"She complained of insomnia. I gave her laudanum.

She began to ask for it regularly.

She confessed it wasn't for her.

She was drugging her husband at night."

I'm the husband?

Who else?

"'Tuesdays, I slip away, as he sleeps.'

'Where to? ' I ask, and she says,

'Where I can be other than my husband's shadow.

Why has he so much and I none at all? '

'So much what? '

I ask.

'So much prestige, so much confidence,

so much..."'

Olivia is extremely complex. You don't know who

- you're married to. - I'd know if she drugged me.

I'd wake up with

severe headaches.

How do you feel Wednesday mornings?

- I'd like to be alone. - Of course.

Today's Tuesday. Be careful at dinner.

It's hot.

Mine's fine.

The door.

What?

Someone at the door.

I didn't hear anything.

No-one there.

I'm sure I heard the door.

The soup was delicious.

What are you doing?

My husband and my sister.

I've a right to know.

Cheese sandwich.

It's all I can cook.

Follow that...

Good evening. Welcome.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Friends of Dr. Pardo.

Don't you know the rules?

No names here.

That person hasn't arrived.

We'll wait for him inside.

What do you call a bad man?

Pardon?

It's the password. "What do you call

a bad man?"

A man who admires innocence.

And a bad woman?

The kind of woman a man never tires of.

Cheese on your mustache.

Your room's on the first floor.

Thank you.

Have fun.

- How did you know? - Oscar Wilde.

This...

this place is familiar.

You dreamed it.

I don't dream.

I bet you dream of bulls, big waves and falling.

Thank you, Dr. Freud.

Olivia!

Have we met?

Yes... No...

Do you tango?

I've forgotten how.

You'll miss the party.

- The ball starts at 11. - Thank you.

- My wife at transvestite parties? - Life's full of surprises.

It's disgusting!

Disgusting!

War and poverty are disgusting. This is just a facet of the human soul.

Come on.

Where?

Change clothes.

With whom?

With me.

No.

Never.

Afraid ofjeopardising your sacred virility?

We're not the same size.

Of course we are. I've just had a baby.

No. I will not dress up as a woman.

Then don't. Same difference.

You stay here in your underclothes,

agonizing over what Olivia's doing down there.

I'm going to see.

Your shoes are too small.

- Go barefoot, woman. - Man.

And you say you don't dream!

Shall we dance?

My wife would love to dance with yours.

Why not?

You lead or I?

I'm sorry, I can't dance.

Then I'll lead.

- Do you like bullfights? - No.

- Football? - No.

No future in it. I prefer boxing.

Who'd have thought?

As you see.

My name's Dafne. What's yours?

Charlotte.

I saw Olivia! Olivia!

Olivia!

- Oh, my God! - Did I step on you?

No. It's just that...

I feel faint.

- Do you want to rest? - Please.

- I'll get you some punch. - Don't bother.

- Then I'll fan you. - Get me the punch.

- What are you doing here? - That's my question.

It's a costume party.

Is it?

- That costume's coming off... - Leave her alone.

I'm her husband!

- I'm her husband here! - Francis, please.

Olivia!

Your punch.

Leon was my confidant,

- my accomplice, nothing more. - And your dress in his locker?

He used it for these parties.

- He introduced you to this world? - No, it was the opposite.

The opposite?

The opposite.

Oh, my God!

When you returned

from Vienna Leon was so passionate about Freud I asked him for help.

I was confused.

I had deep feelings of guilt.

We had several sessions, some with hypnosis, and it all came out.

I was surprised when he asked to come along to a party.

He said it was to do research,

field work.

Last summer.

He's never failed to come... till today.

Well, he loved dancing and I was...

Leon came here to meet men.

Let's go home.

No.

Francis and I are going to a hotel and then to Paris.

What?

The day after tomorrow.

No.

I forbid it!

My darling,

I can never be myself in this country.

Paris is the centre

of the universe. Painters, writers await us there,

and my friends Gertrude and Coco.

And my friend common sense tells me to take my wife home.

Haven't you done enough harm with that huge penis of yours!

Are you all right?

Wait outside.

I don't want to find him any more.

Let him live his life.

I wouldn't take him back now even if he begged me to.

Swear you'll take me to Argentina.

Swear that you'll love me.

Swear you'll take care of me and my child.

You still love him.

No.

The more you hear, the more you love him.

That's not true.

Yes, it is.

You read novels about men like him.

Your idea of men isn't someone like me who counts sheep to go to sleep.

Give me back my trousers. I'm going.

Where to?

To find him.

I don't want him.

I won't rest till he's home.

It's the only thing I can do for you.

I'm convinced.

He wasn't made for normal life, for a home, a family, curtains...

Can't you see?

The day you see

how vain, how shallow he is, then you'll realize

how silly you've been.

"At our first appointment the patient was evasive..."

TOTEM AND TABOO

"'This is absurd,' she said.

'Why remind us of things we wish to forget?"'

"1885. Children given into adoption

at the Savior Orphanage."

"2nd September. Noel is beginning to open up.

She now agrees to 'play with me' as she says of our exhausting sessions.

I suggest she seek out her biological mother."

Her biological mother...

I've come for some cases for Mrs. Olivia Pifarre.

"5th October.

Noel is elated.

She has found her biological mother in a brothel."

In a brothel.

In a brothel.

"L. Mingarro."

My hat, Mrs. Mingarro.

No, leave that.

It was there all the time!

I'm going to see my brother-in-law.

LEON

Bitch!

I've seen the person who came down the stairs that day.

Your father?

We must see this through.

I'd rather not.

He doesn't want to see you.

You set him against me.

Me?

He doesn't even talk to me.

I only stay here for the baby.

I have to make him react.

To act like a man.

Why should he listen to you?

You didn't act like a man back then.

Luisa,

Dr. Freud is about to arrive and I promised the Board

that Leon would introduce him.

Can't you see how much we've hurt him?

He must work

and forget all this.

You're good at forgetting!

Don't be like that.

You bastard!

- Dissolute! - Don't say that!

Filthy, dirty, degenerate...

Mandril!

Don't say that!

You use too much cologne.

I'll follow her while you...

Spare a copper?

MILLINER'S

- The press? - With Dr. Freud.

- The aperitifs? - There.

Come on.

Alma!

How did...

you know? What are you doing here?

Good evening.

- Good evening. - Please come in.

Hello.

Hello.

It's your first visit, isn't it?

Yes.

- Actually, I came... - Nice eyes.

Thank you.

Come through.

Please come in.

Et voila!

Do sit down.

Did they tell you

we do the French kiss here?

The French?

Relax.

Everything's fine.

That's why you came, isn't it?

Wait a moment. I'll be back with just what you need.

I'll write about all

the people I meet.

You'll be green with envy.

Olivia.

We have to go.

Tell me... Sex with a woman...

It's like

the sweetest of all caresses

lasting forever.

I'll pose for Modigliani!

- Really? - Yes.

I'm so sorry.

Good evening, Dr. Freud.

Good evening.

Charmed.

Dr. Freud.

- That's Freud? - Yes.

He looks older in photographs.

Come, girls.

We have a very important visitor. Come now, come on.

This is Violeta.

The most accommodating mouth in the city.

Do you like her?

First time in Barcelona?

Yes.

I'd like to see some of Gaudi's work.

As an example of psychoanalysis

- applied to architecture. - Have you seen his houses?

Gaudi's no eccentric.

- He's a genius. - I'm sure you're right.

But...

Photograph!

No, no, I didn't come for that.

I didn't...

I'm looking for a friend.

I AM A DEAF MUTE

I...

I...

I don't...

I don't want...

I DON'T WANT

SEX

I CANNOT READ OR WRITE

Why did you bring it?

It's your son.

I don't want to see it.

You must come back. There are strange goings-on between your wife

- and brother-in-law. - Alma and Salvador?

Yes.

Give me that.

Now go away.

What are you?

I said go away, mother.

Mother?

Won't you hold your son just once?

Get out!

Leon!

That's all I needed.

I didn't tell him.

I knew that if anyone

would find out where I was it'd be you,

my dearest friend,

my best friend.

I'm going to get you out of here.

St. George rescuing me from the dragon.

Go!

I'm going to kill Freud.

What do you think?

You'll be garroted.

Sooner or later, the world will thank me.

Untie me.

Do you believe in God?

Let me go.

No... Answer me.

Do you believe or not?

Yes.

Because his existence is a proven fact or because

you need him?

There must be something after death.

You overcome your fear

with a subterfuge. What does that mean?

That you can't face the truth?

Don't be a fool and let me go.

That mad Jew tells us

we should open our eyes,

look inside ourselves, at our dreams, our childhood!

And I, the quintessence of the man of our times,

rush off to Vienna and at 19 Bergstrasse get down

on my knees and say to him, "Master, guide me."

And I come back 6 months later

believing myself an apostle of the new science, and I set to work.

And I find

my first guinea pig... Turtledove.

Perfect.

A woman who came into this world

to be mistreated.

It was fine at the beginning.

I thought I was in control

until I became

beguiled by her strange ways

of experiencing sexuality. I wanted to experiment...

I discovered pain,

humiliation, that we live to die, to destroy.

What are you doing?

Listen. This is important.

With my second patient things worked out much worse.

- Pastora. - Yes.

On most occasions she was in a wretched state.

Confused, cowed, at an ebb, but on others she was lucid and confident.

I discovered she took drugs.

She stole the narcotics her husband

gave to his customers. And she showed me...

another universe.

Her husband found out

and became my supplier. I spent all our money, even what

Alma had saved for our child.

The next part came along

unexpectedly

with your dear Olivia.

She told me so much about you that I dreamed of you every night.

Marvellous dreams.

The two of us in the ring.

Helping her to accept her fantasies

I found an excuse to give free rein to my own.

I felt myself the happiest, most modern man in the world.

Freud had proclaimed the bisexuality of the species and I

was living proof of it.

Thanks to my thesis and patients I had learned much about myself.

But not enough. I needed something more and so assumed the roles

of both doctor and patient.

And you invented Noel.

"With wisdom comes

vexation." And it's true.

For when I subjected my adoptive parents

to psychoanalysis I saw I'd been brought up by a narcissistic sadist,

and a frigid castrator.

What are you doing? You're not interested!

Yes, I am!

I'll kill you, then myself. You think I've gone mad?

You're in some absurd loop, but everything has a remedy.

What about incest? Is there a remedy for that?

What do you mean?

I began to investigate...

and found my real mother. Here.

She told me her tale.

Same old story. The maid in a fine house,

falls in love with the son, gets pregnant by him,

is dismissed.

I asked about my father.

She told me he was dead. She lied.

But I didn't know and wanted to be near her,

to make up lost time.

I offered her a position in my home.

A sad mistake. Because on that fateful day...

Aren't you ready!

Just a second.

Just a second?

We're supposed to meet Alzheimer at his hotel.

Mrs. Mingarro, my shirt!

Leon...

I've had to take a difficult decision

regarding the hospital.

Look...

Here it is.

By the way...

this is Dr. Mira, my father-in-law. Alma's father.

Bastard!

- Mother! - Mother?

- He's Alma's father! - And yours too.

Are you Luisa?

Are you...

my father?

Your father

and father-in-law!

Then Alma's my?

Know what the great doctor said?

To forget it,

dismiss my mother and pretend nothing had happened.

I kicked him out when he offered me that post

which should have been yours.

After a few weeks, thanks

to Freud I learned the truth.

I am a masochist, an exhibitionist, a drug addict, I'm corrupt,

a transvestite, my mother was a whore, my father-in-law's my father,

I impregnated my sister,

and the great love of my life...

is my old university chum... You.

As you'll understand,

it's all one to me now.

If I let him go on, he'll destroy mankind as we know it.

Someone has to stop him.

Cigar?

Carlitos,

have you seen my brother-in-law?

I last saw him 2 weeks ago.

I don't think I'll never forget it.

Cab!

Help!

Help!

Your Majesty!

Colleagues,

distinguished members of the Circle of Friends of Psychiatry...

I give you Doctor

Sigmund

Freud.

Sigmund!

Tonight I'd like to tell you about my most recent work.

"Totem and Taboo."

Excuse me.

Help!

Help!

Careful, Sir. He may be an anarchist.

Your Majesty.

A man is going to be killed.

It can be seen that among young Australian aborigines

the foremost object of sexual desire...

is incestuous by nature,

as represented by the mother...

or the sister...

Primitive peoples experience...

these desires so intensely that they are obliged to protect themselves...

with a series...

of rules and prohibitions...

Which they call "taboos."

Thus, in Melanesia, for example,

if a brother and sister meet by chance, she must hide...

or flee.

If a brother recognizes his sister's footprints in the sand,

he must never follow them.

Thus,

many customs...

arising from an extraordinary horror...

of incest...

Don't touch her!

Everyone get away from Freud!

Leon!

Leon...

Get away.

I should shoot you. We all want to kill our fathers.

He said so.

He'll speak to you alone.

I'm going to kill you!

Are you a follower of Jung?

Doctor, forget that...

Do something!

Call the police!

God in heaven!

Salvador!

Leon!

He's ruined our lives, Alma!

Leave me...

Hands up!

Let the lady go.

Truth

does not set us free.

Leave me alone!

I did that once.

I will not end up in a madhouse!

The chandelier!

Dr. Freud, I presume.

Yes.

EPILOGUE

The "Victoria Eugenia," quay 2.

For tomorrow's voyage to Buenos Aires!

Mr. Pardo's widow?

Ask the sergeant there.

A letter for Mr. Pardo's widow.

- How's everything. - Fine.

Though I don't know if I'll be able to go aboard.

I dreamed about the sinking of the "Titanic" last night.

What are you staring at?

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

What did you say that's called?

Art.

What are you thinking?

That the sexual act

never

bridges the gulf between two human beings,

except momentarily.

I don't care.

Really?

If I died this moment, I'd be happy.

A new life awaits us in a new world.

A pure world,

innocent.

No kaisers,

no kings.

No fathers,

no mothers,

no Vatican.

No rich,

no poor.

And above all,

no psychoanalysis.

Filthy cow!

Tell me.

You really think

there's a gulf between the two of us?

A huge gulf.

Well, not so huge...

WUTHERING HEIGHTS

1914. In England the police

charge the suffragettes,

and in Spain 4 out of 10 women

can now read and write. In France,

as Marie Curee, Nobel Prize for Physics,

opens her own clinic, Mata Hari charges 1,000 francs

a client in a brothel on the Rue Tuyau.

An Italian perfumer

makes the first fragrance for babies, which is warmly

received by well-to-do families. The famous feminist Alma Mira

and Dr. Salvador Pifarre bring

psychoanalysis to Argentina.

Years later, a grateful nation

dedicates this tango to them.

We aren't who we are,

we're nothing but unconscious fools.

You're heads and I'm tails,

you're darkness and I'm light, body and mind without reason.

Even if our love...

has turned everything

upside-down...

To live

is to put my world at your feet.

We comb the sea

in search of a new life.

Don't look at the clock.

The two of us

will find the way out.

Between you and me

there's so much yet to be discovered.

When all's said and done, to love

is to live.