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- Whoo. - That's too hot.

Hey, no, you, let go of that soap.

- You can have it. - It's like a piece of rock.

Silencio.

- Oh.

Oh.

Hey.

Yeah, and now it's the cold.

Watch it.

Shut up, you idiots,

before the guards make trouble for us.

Oh, oh.

Oh, move your ass.

- Oh. - Get off my feet.

Shut your mouth.

Ooh.

Oh.

Ooh.

Ooh, ah.

Rub my back.

Ah.

There's enough room for everybody.

- Oh. - Stop shoving.

Come on.

What's going on here?

Calm her down. Don't anybody move.

Get back.

None of your business.

Shut your mouth.

Oh, better.

Come here. She, she must have gone this way.

Can't go far.

Rosa, stop.

Stop, or we'll, we'll shoot.

Halt, or we'll shoot.

We won't hurt you if you stop.

Not over there, Fernando.

Keep looking.

We'll flush that dirty little pigeon, the bitch.

Do you hear something?

Silencio.

Stop.

Stop.

That bitch, she got away from me.

On June 27, 1975, a young woman,

a patient at the Las Palomas Clinic,

escaped from her guards armed with a paring knife.

The guards from the clinic, aided by the local police,

searched the jungle surrounding the hospital.

During the pursuit,

the fugitive attacked

and killed Sergeant Mariano, cutting his windpipe.

She, in turn, was grazed

by two bullets fired by her pursuer.

Finally, luck or providence, perhaps they are the same,

brought her to my doorstep.

- No, I don't know anything.

No, don't do the shock again.

Oh, doctor, that woman, Las Palomas.

No.

No more, I beg you.

I've told you the truth.

No more shock treatment.

- Hello, get me the police. It's urgent.

- You were calling me, Dr. Arcos?

Yes, of course,

I, I wanted to notify your clinic.

I, I just found her on my doorstep.

- Poor girl. - She's badly injured.

Uh, I have given her first aid.

We must take her back to the clinic.

- No, but she's weak. She's lost too much blood.

Let her remain here till her blood comes up.

- My clinic is well equipped to care for her.

You understand. We must take her.

She's one of our most difficult patients.

Dangerous, why, she killed a man just a few hours ago.

- But we should give her

a transfusion right now. - Don't insist, Doctor.

It's useless.

Take her.

Thank you for your help, Dr. Arcos.

Please send your bill to the clinic.

- No, I don't want money for this.

- Oh, don't be silly, Doctor. Send your bill.

We won't quibble about the price,

very generous to those who help us.

- Two weeks later, I learned

that Rosa Phillips had died of septicemia.

I decided to call the clinic under the pretense

of presenting my bill.

I was very well paid, but I was unable to examine the corpse

of Rosa Phillips because also Dr. Greta Delpino informed me,

in her oversweet, persuasive way,

the hot weather had forced them

to cremate the body immediately.

The clinic of Las Palomas was established

for the purpose of treating sexual deviations in women

harmless abnormalities such as nymphomania,

lesbianism, prostitution.

That's why the case of Rosa Phillips so strange.

Why should they pursue her with guns,

shoot her down like a criminal?

She raved about torture, shock treatment.

She was in a state of delirium, not capable of lying.

Why is she dead?

Not because of a rare blood disease.

Why did they pay so much for my services?

To make me hold my tongue, I guess.

I made every effort to learn more, without much luck.

Visitors are not allowed to enter the clinic,

and the patients are not allowed to come out.

A mystery completely surrounds this institution.

It's more like a concentration camp than a mere clinic.

What's the real purpose of Las Palomas?

What are they hiding, and who is protecting them?

I didn't know where to look for help.

That's why I'm turning to you, the Rosenthal Foundation.

I came here for one purpose, to expose this whole affair.

I'm powerless alone.

You have my report in your hands.

It's up to you to conduct an urgent

and complete investigation.

It could well be a matter of grave importance.

Lives of patients may be in danger.

We must act immediately,

find out what's happening within those walls,

this deceptive and impenetrable sanitarium.

- I wish to thank Dr. Arcos

for bringing this matter to our attention.

Um, we've already received several other reports

about the purpose of the clinic in question,

but until now, most were vague.

Uh, though they brought us cause for concern,

none were as serious as what I've heard today.

We've already tried to obtain official permission

to visit the clinic, but they refused.

They assured us that there were no reasons

for our apprehension since the clinic met

all state regulations.

To support our request, we would need a trustworthy witness,

for example, a patient or member of the staff.

I do believe Dr. Arcos's suspicions are justified.

He's always been a man of the people,

defending their rights,

and yet more evidence is necessary.

The ministry will reject the report of the delirious raving

of a fugitive as not sufficient reason

to open an investigation.

I repeat. We must find a reliable and trustworthy witness

they will have to listen to.

We must find a reliable and trustworthy witness

they will have to listen to.

That's impossible.

The staff is loyal,

and no patient has ever left the clinic alive.

- Don't move, or I'll shoot.

- What do you want?

- You must answer a few questions

before I tell you what I want.

- Go ahead.

- Fine.

If you made a request to have a patient committed,

would they take her in at Las Palomas to have treatment?

- It's no problem to get in.

- I want you to commit me as one of your patients.

- But you're mad. I would never do that.

- Yes, you will, or I'll shoot you. Understand?

- Why in the world would you want to go there?

- I would like to stay one or two months in this clinic.

It's very simple.

After that time, you could get me out,

saying it was a diagnostic error.

I want to find out what really happened

to a girl who perished over there.

What's more, I'll bring you information

as to what's going on in the clinic.

Finally, you'll have the reliable witness you require.

- You are capable of that?

- Mm-hmm. - Do you realize

what this would mean?

- Yes, I know.

- You love this person very much.

Who was she, I wonder.

- She was my sister, my big sister.

Her name was Rosa Phillips.

- Rosa Phillips?

Rosa.

Really?

You don't need that gun.

If there's anything I'm able to help you with, I'll do it.

Here's the form for the clinic.

I will submit it.

- Muchas gracias.

- Let's practice one last time.

- Very well. - Your name?

- Abelina Garcia.

- Place of birth? - Cartagena.

- How old are you? - 23.

- Married? - No, I'm single.

- Profession? - School teacher.

- Your police record has been sent to the administration

of the clinic, and you remember

what we've invented about your abnormalities.

- Of course.

- There's merely you and me in the world

who know you are Abbie Phillips

and who know you're absolutely sane.

We've agreed you will stay one month only.

- That's right.

- It's up to me to get you out.

All right, I believe we're ready to put our plan in action.

Hello.

Would you ask the Las Palomas clinic

to send an ambulance to pick up a patient?

- Huh, is it the first time you've ever been committed?

- Sí.

- You're not from this region?

- No, I was born in Colombia,

but I've lived here many years.

- All right, sign this paper.

Come on. Move faster.

- What are you doing?

- You'll learn not to ask questions, señorita.

- I'd rather remove my blouse by myself.

- Well, around here, you keep your mouth shut.

We'll teach you humility.

Mm.

She doesn't need a bra.

And nice, soft skin. - Mm.

This is how we brainwash you.

Oh, you're freezing, huh? - I bet the crabs

are getting away in a hurry.

- Yeah, their pubic nest is molding

because of the chlorine in the water.

- That's not nice. - No, she'll be lonesome.

Take that.

- Put that on.

- I would like to have some panties.

- Not here, you don't. Go bare assed.

We like to see all four cheeks.

- Cut that out.

- You know you love it.

- Listen, look at the number on your left nipple, dear.

Yes, look carefully.

- You know it?

- Yes, 41.

- From now on, that's your number.

Forget your name.

You're not allowed to use it. Hear me?

Your number, 41, that's all.

Don't ever tell anyone your name.

- Never.

- If you ever forget, it'll be bad luck for you

because you know what'll happen to you if you do?

- A hot iron'll mark 41, a brand, on your pretty teta.

Oh, bastard.

Fuck it.

Ah.

- Ah, fuck it all.

- Shut up, you.

Stop crying baby, you poor thing.

What are you making, Carla?

- Sweater, but I've had enough

of that shitty knitting already.

- Get moving. - Careful.

Here come the guards.

- Here you are.

This is your room, and there's your bed,

besides the champion knitter.

- Ah, cute ass, I'm through with this knitting.

- Hey, you, don't be too hard on our new pussycat.

- Did you handle her with kid gloves?

- We didn't touch her.

We wanted to make sure she was disinfected first,

maybe later.

- What's your name? I'm Juana.

- Number 41.

- Ah, not that, your number is for the guards.

They call me 10, but my name is Juana, and you.

- 41.

- Don't overdo it, amada.

- And why?

- You're making us sick playing perfect little patient.

Call me my name.

- No.

- Hey, niñas, tell this retarded little fool

who's in command.

It's Juana who is in command.

- You'd better learn to respect our mighty leader, huh?

She's the chief of all of us piece of shit asses.

- You hear that?

- Hmm, yes, it seems you're in command this whole place.

Mm.

She's not so bad.

Come here, everybody. See the beauty.

- Oh.

- Ah, she's so pretty.

Oh.

- Very sweet. - Her tiny tit excite me.

Oh.

- Bonita. - Sweet.

- Mm. - Pretty.

- That's enough. - Lovely.

Mm, mm.

- And you, number 10, you don't wanna play with me?

Or perhaps you're too mighty as.

I will mow you whenever I feel like it.

You make me puke, idiota.

- You've lost your buttons. - Oh.

Mm.

Here they are.

I sew very well.

Tomorrow, I'll sew them on for you, okay?

For you, I'll do it.

That's nice of you.

We must take care of each other in here.

- Right, I'll do my best.

- Look.

Listen to me. You're simpática.

I'd like to give you some good advice.

If anyone asks you, don't ever give your name.

If you forget, you'll have trouble.

They'll do what they did to me when I forgot.

Look at this.

- Come in.

Why are you late?

- They just told me you wanted me.

Undress me.

What do you think about the new girl?

- Nothing. Massage me.

That's good.

- I had a great visit with that new girl today.

- What have you learned about her?

- Not much. I am fond of her.

Will you let her stay in our section?

- Oh, do you believe that's something I'd do for you?

You take me for a fool.

- No, I'd do anything for you, though.

- That's enough.

Now let's play a game.

If you move even your little finger

or, or make the slightest sound,

I'll send your friend Abbie,

uh, to the hole.

Now, now you can scream,

you bastard.

- So you mustn't be angry we were teasing you today.

You're still holding a grudge.

You seem so sad.

Don't just lie there.

Do you like to smoke? I give you a puff.

Fine.

You feel lonely, don't you, really low, huh?

- Who wouldn't be here? I think you are, too.

- You know, I mean real bad.

Why not cheer up?

All we need in this world is to love someone and be loved.

You've got to believe me.

I really know.

Yeah, if I was a guy, I wouldn't understand.

I'm a woman, the real thing.

- Sure, of course you are.

I wasn't always a girl.

I had a very big cock.

Imagine.

But I wanted to be a real woman.

I had an operation to cut my cock and my balls.

I believe it really worked.

- But you still like women? - Oh, you know it.

- Perhaps you like them much more now, don't you?

I've always been confused like that.

When I was a man, I like other men. Now I prefer women.

After I changed sex, I thought I could live a normal life.

I even fell in love.

This guy was everything I ever wanted, the one I hoped for.

I had married a shitty pansy-petter's queer.

So then I planned my revenge.

I cut off his balls one night when he was sleeping.

The court decided I was criminally insane,

and they stuck me in here.

So now you know all about me.

Now for the shocker, I prefer girls since I've been in here.

All men are so vulgar.

Women are so lovable, passionate, sensitive.

Guys are so crude, the big smelly beasts.

- What's your name?

- 14.

You can call me by my pet name, number seven.

It's our secret.

Oh, darling girl, you should sleep some more tonight.

You'll have a hard day tomorrow.

They make it tough on the newcomers, real tough.

- Who?

- The ones in charge, especially our beautiful doctor,

Ms. Greta Delpino, also Paul Rego, her bastard assistant.

And take care. She can make your life hell.

- Oh, what's she like?

- Oh, beautiful, she's so sexy.

Her breasts are so alluring, so big.

Her eyes are hypnotic. She's so fascinating.

There's just one thing wrong with her.

She's mad, raving mad.

- What's your name? - 41.

- Very good, but, uh, he wants to know your real name.

Uh, you have my permission to tell him.

- Abelina Garcia.

- Ah, very interesting, thank you.

So why were you brought here?

- Uh. - Hmm?

- Uh, it's all a mistake.

You are a teacher in grade school.

- Sí, but some time ago, I quit.

You were fired for molesting several pupils.

- It's not true.

- Oh, come now. Calm yourself.

- It's not true.

- Oh, uh, you know with us, you can be truthful, hmm?

Uh, we are not judges.

We're here to help you,

and to do that, we must know your problems, no?

Your illness is curable. I am certain of this.

Uh, you seem intelligent, cultured, hmm?

No, we must know your most intimate thoughts.

- Oh, it just happened. I don't know how.

The weather was so hot.

He was mature, almost like a man.

But his face was so smooth.

He put his sex in my hand.

It began to throb and grow large.

Then he touched me.

It was impossible to resist.

- And that was the first time?

Uh, what followed?

- Uh, there were more, though I don't remember.

I suppose the first boy told the others.

- Yes, they found out. They began to provocate.

It made me very excited.

They were really sensual for their age.

- How old was the first one?

- I don't know, 10 or more, but he acted older.

Must I tell you more?

- I wonder if you are 100% sincere with us.

I, I do know that we shall succeed

in knowing your most intimate thoughts.

Isn't that so, Dr. Rego?

Uh, we'll keep you under observation for now.

- You bitch, you've messed with my things again,

haven't you?

- I wouldn't touch any of your obscene things.

- Up your ass.

Who are those two in the wheelchairs?

- Those poor things, nobody knows who they are.

They're like vegetables.

- But don't you have any idea who they are?

- Absolutely not.

They wheel them around out there every day.

That's all I know.

- Why? - Mm?

We don't even know where they keep them.

Sometimes they take a girl away from here,

and we never see her again, so she disappears forever.

- Don't think too much about it.

- Ah, piss off, you blonde bitch.

And you can take your brother, jack him off,

and shove him up your singing ass.

- I knew a girl who was once here as a patient.

Do you know what happened to her?

- Could be dead. Her name was Rosa.

Was she in this section?

- I don't know about that.

When did she die? Do you have any idea?

- A year ago.

- I only came a short while ago. Ask some others.

I know one who should know, number 10.

I'm such a.

That is too hot.

I know, wow.

- Hey, niña, you scrub my back. You'll wash my culo, too.

Hurry up and do as I say now.

Get moving. - Her skin is perfect

as a.

- That's not for you.

You've turned me on, you trollop.

And my culo?

I'll make you wash me a lot better than that.

I told you to scrub my culo.

Ah, that's what I like.

Keep it up.

Get it in there.

Don't stop now. Make it worth my while.

That's it, in the culo.

Take a look. They all love that.

It feels so hot.

Yeah.

Uh-oh.

- Hey, you get that soap right away and wash me.

I didn't tell you to quit yet.

- No.

- I'll wash your mouth with that soap.

Come on.

Stop it. Back off.

Get up off the floor, you little slut.

Behave yourselves.

Get up now. Come on now.

Get off the floor.

All right, now, señoritas, back to the showers.

- At last my child,

I was afraid that the guard had overdone it, huh?

- What happened? Why?

Where am I now?

- Uh, you don't remember?

Ah, well, relax now. It's quite natural.

In case like yours, the loss of memory

is one of the symptoms, hmm?

Oh, I have a bad headache.

- That will be passing soon.

Why am I here? What are you going to do to me?

- You were very violent.

Mm, you terrorized the others.

You provoked disorder, and then it seems, uh,

that you are intensely preoccupied by sex.

You'll have to change and cure both these problems.

Uh, we have ways to turn you

into a peaceful dove.

A vestal virgin.

The pity they must cauterize this.

- What are you going to do?

- You'll see, my dear, presently.

- No.

- Uh, we'll insert this acid,

and it'll calm your inexhaustible need for sex.

You'll burn but not for long. - No.

No.

No.

- Now shock therapy, they'll calm your nerves.

Bring number 10 to my quarters

and take 41 to solitary.

- Listen to me. I'm in the cell next door.

I'm tall enough to reach the pipe.

The pipe passes through all of the cells down here.

We're able to communicate through it.

I'm close enough to be able to talk to you through the grid.

If you're too far away to talk, try to knock on the pipe.

Rap once for yes, twice for no.

Comprende?

Can you touch it?

Did they torture you?

You just came in here?

I was dumped in this place many long months ago.

They take me out whenever they feel bored, I guess.

They believe I'll break down someday.

That's why they torture me, to get me to talk.

Do you know for what reason we're here?

We're not demented or mad maniacs.

We're really political prisoners.

We're going to spend our lives in this hole.

They treat us like animals.

We're at their mercy.

We number 10 in this hole.

I could tell you their names.

You might know someone.

First, there's me, Laura Moore.

Then next to me, Alba Gray.

Further down, Marina Suarez.

On your other side, there's Rosa Philips.

And let's see.

Then there's Carmela Siara.

Hi, do you hear me?

♪ I hope I'm right when ♪

♪ I hope I'm right when ♪

♪ I think love is on ♪

♪ I may be wrong ♪

- Buenos días.

♪ I think you're wonderful ♪

- For you. - Thanks.

All right, do you want a rum?

- Uh, give me a Coruba, please.

♪ I know about ♪

- Two, four, six, eight, 10, 11.

I count 11, good as the others, I hope.

- Señor. - Thank you.

♪ There's bright ♪

- Very good, how was the film I brought last time?

- Quite good, not bad, but there should be more variety.

- Mm-hmm. - Something different.

I'd like to see some, uh, bisexual action.

- All right

♪ I may be wrong, but you thrill me ♪

- Mm, that music's hot.

That girl's voice sends me.

- Will you be back soon?

- Well, I think in about a week or so.

I'm leaving for Puerto Rico to our lab there

to develop the films.

I believe we're really gonna make it big.

- I'm here, you poor thing. What happened?

Baby, you must be suffering like hell.

What happened?

They put some acid inside me, there.

- Oh, what can I do? I want to help you.

Oh, what pigs they are.

Number 10 is also in a very bad way.

Dr. Greta's tortured her.

She's happy because she enjoys suffering.

It turns her on. She's a masochist.

You know a wound is like a kiss to her body.

- They put her in solitaire.

- Of course not. She's the doctor's dike.

They wouldn't do that to Greta's girl.

- You told me the doctor was crazy.

- The crazy vicious cunt, those two deserve each other.

The doctor's sadistic lesbian.

- Oh, it hurts so much.

This hard woman, number 10,

do you think she'd help me at all?

- Why do you ask that? - She'd know.

- You must relax. You should try to rest.

Get some sleep now.

- I must know what they did to a girl

who was here a year ago.

Her name was Rosa Phillips, sí?

- Rosa Phillips? - That's right.

- Did you make it with her?

- Sí, in a way, she might say more

to you than she would to me.

Will you ask her?

The one called 10 should know about her.

- Oh, it's dangerous to ask questions about anything.

Well, baby, I'll risk my fat ass for you.

You can rest now.

I'm so grateful.

- Come in.

Come closer.

Leave us alone.

- Hola.

Any information?

- More news than ever, but first I have a question.

- For example?

- For example, about that new girl,

you've been too hard on her.

What made you do it?

What does that matter to you?

- I believe you've gone too far by burning her.

- Don't be stupid. She needed a lesson.

With or without you, she would've got it anyway.

What's happening to you, an attack of conscience?

Or, uh, uh, maybe you find her interesting, hmm?

All right, I promise to treat her better.

Now you tell me what you know.

- Well, it's that manish one, pretends she was a man,

asking me many questions on behalf

of her new friend known as 41.

She's afraid to ask me herself.

- What kind of questions?

- She asked me what I know of Rosa Phillips,

a girl who they say disappeared from this place

maybe a year ago.

You'd know for sure.

- Rosa Phillips.

- I don't recall seeing her.

- You never met her.

- Oh, but she was here?

- Uh, she is here now.

- In the hole then?

And for more than a year, hmm,

they certainly wouldn't recognize her now.

- What else do you know?

- Nada, though I think you must keep in mind

that this girl is no fool, and she'll try to find out more.

So you really ought to tell me what you want me to do.

- Hmm, I'd like to know

who number 41 really is and what she's here for.

Let's play along.

Uh, now you'll give her some information

and gain her confidence.

Then keep me informed of everything she says and does.

- Uh, this could be important?

- I don't know. It could be.

- Should I make it known Rosa Phillips is still alive?

- Yes, that's a good start.

- Huh, this might be fun if I have permission to tease her.

- All you want.

- You filthy pigs, you bastards,

you vampires, mud beasts.

- Give me the keys, Rego. - You live on human flesh.

If you come near me, I'll tear you apart.

I'll mangle those breasts.

Dirty bitch, you vampire,

somebody we'll take out bloody revenge.

Just wait and see.

- Here I am. Take your revenge.

Don't move, or I'll strangle you.

How you like this, huh?

- Hang her up by the legs.

No, no, you filthy pig.

- You're awake.

- Do you know a bitch by the name of Abelina?

- Abbie.

Abbie.

- Listen to me. Listen to me well.

We have Abbie, and if you don't talk

and answer all of my questions,

well, we'll do to her what we've done to you

and right in front of your very eyes.

That will be only the beginning.

- Please, no, don't hurt her,

please not her.

- You must tell me.

I have Abbie in my hands.

Who is she to you?

You must love her a great deal.

Is she your little girlfriend?

- Uh, Abbie,

she, she's innocent,

not her.

Sister, she's my big sister.

- She must mean a lot, this sister, to you.

- Abbie,

she has never been involved.

She only wanted to find

out about me.

- Very good.

I promise we'll be very nice to your little sister

if, um, if you answer one more question.

Do you understand?

Hmm?

I want a name,

the leader of the terrorist group.

Your leader, give me his name and Abbie will go free.

I swear it.

It's not so hard to say

a single name.

- Dr. Arcos.

- I should have known.

Arcos, Arcos.

- Elena.

- Yes, Papa. - You're going to town?

- Right now.

- Would you please mail this letter for me at the post?

- Of course, Papa.

- Here, it's very urgent.

- Bueno, are you all right?

- Things are looking up.

- That's good.

- See you.

Take care, Papa.

- Heavy.

Police, open up in the name of the law.

What do you want?

Come on. Open up.

It's the law.

Do you have a search warrant?

Yes, of course, let us in.

You seem to be getting ready to move. Where are you going?

- No, these are my daughter's.

She's getting married. - Mm-hmm.

- And she's moving her things-

- Is that so? - to her new home.

- Well, you made it finally, and you brought your friend.

You wanted to talk to me?

- With these trots, I'd better not move.

Before I tell you my news,

I have an account on record to settle with you.

- Well, don't keep me in suspense. Tell me.

- Be patient.

I'll tell you as soon as you have asked for my pardon.

- I'll do anything you want.

Please forgive me. I'm sorry we had that argument.

But tell me.

- That's not enough, baby.

You won't get away with an apology. Get on your knees.

Lick my boots now. I mean in it.

Come on.

Okay, the other one.

- Will that be all?

- No, when I asked you to wash me, you refused.

You'll make up for that.

Wipe my culo.

Oh, you're not done yet.

Now you really eat it.

Come on. Lick my culo.

Don't you wanna know about Rosa Phillips?

It's not so bad. Lick it clean.

No, don't quit.

You're doing well.

Keep it up.

That kid Rosa who you asked me about,

she's still alive in one of the cells.

You want me to arrange a meeting with her?

Wouldn't that be marvelous?

Sí, sí.

- Now let's be friends.

- Stop crying. After all, she kept her word.

She might not be such a bitch.

She'll help you, and you should try

to forget what she's done.

- You excite me.

Every move you make is seductive.

Those eyes hypnotize me.

Your legs are a work of art.

Your body should be immortalized in marble.

You're a real.

- You're wonderful.

You make me feel like a woman.

- You excite me with your voluptuous breasts.

You should come to visit me more frequently.

You don't need to come only on official occasions.

I don't fear for my reputation.

My position as the director of the federal prisons

and institutions is powerful.

Oh, the things you do to me.

Greta.

I have extracted information about the terrorists

from one of our revolutionary inmates.

Tell me what it is.

- That Rosa who tried to escape, she talked.

Do, do you remember her?

- Yes.

I wish I'd seen you work on her, you minx,

my little devil.

- You would've loved it.

She gave us the name of the head of the terrorists.

It's Arcos, Dr. Arcos.

- Not him.

I never trusted him.

I will have the famous Dr. Arcos eliminated.

- It's already done.

We're efficient, Rego and I.

- You fantastic bitch, you're in my blood.

What did you do?

You go to school to make her talk, the revolutionary puta?

- Oh, my Castro.

How excited you are.

I had her serviced by Rego.

- And after that?

- She cried, and she was bleeding.

- No, don't stop.

- Then we slashed her breast, and she squealed like the pig.

- Ah, more, tell me more.

- I found some interesting papers for you.

- That's all?

- Nothing remains to implicate us at Arcos's house.

Now we have nothing to worry about.

- Put them there.

Is everything in order for tonight?

- Yes, I picked out the most depraved convicts

who haven't seen a woman in years.

- In the hole, we have, um, five girls who are available.

We'll use them all.

- What about the one I like, the tall blonde?

- Who's very cute?

After tonight, we'll keep her in the hole.

She talk too much.

- What a pity. She gives me much pleasure.

- When she's in solitary, you'll have many opportunities

to amuse yourself, myself as well.

In fact, after tonight's fun, she'll cooperate.

- We'll look good to her after sex

with those dirty bastards.

And Abbie?

- For Abbie and company,

I'm reserving a, a special surprise.

- Come on, señoritas. We're having a party.

Get in there.

Stand over there.

Line up.

- Mm. - Mm.

- Group therapy has become very popular

in the treatment of mental disorders.

But therefore, I have for you arranged a sexual encounter

to help us with the research we're doing

on your perversions.

And this occupational therapy will also prepare you

for the time when you are healthy in mind and body

and ready to return to the bisexual world.

I'm sure you will agree that this should be more fun

than basket weaving, hmm?

This will be a completely uncontrolled experiment

as our usual philosophy.

Uh, you see, gentlemen, you are here to add

to medical knowledge.

I order you now to begin.

Take off your shirt.

Leave me, leave me alone.

- No, no.

All right, you bitch.

Stand still.

- Get off me.

Bitch.

- Come.

She's here.

- You're very clever to manage to get the key.

- I have a key for every door in this clinic.

I could free us all if I really wanted to,

but I prefer it here.

Come on. Let's go.

- Rosa.

Rosa, my dearest.

What have they done to you?

Oh, good God.

- Pipe down.

I never thought they would do something so bad.

I wish you hadn't seen her.

Let's go. We must get away quickly.

- A fine family group.

Get out.

Okay, get up.

- Why have you done this to my poor sister?

- Get out, Juana. This doesn't concern you.

- I'm very concerned. You should know that.

- You helped us. You will be rewarded.

What a friend you are.

- I don't want you. Go back to your ward.

- You had promised me to be gentle and go easy on her.

- Get out, or you'll end up like her.

- Puta.

- Now it's our turn.

- You puta. - Shut up!

You wanted to spy on me, get evidence against us,

and maybe find your precious sister?

Here's your little sister. She's been lucky.

Now you'll be a lot worse when we finish with you.

- You won't touch me.

In just a few days, Dr. Arcos will come here to get me out.

He's bringing the authorities with him to expose you.

Prepare for your arrest.

- Dr. Arcos isn't coming.

He's dead.

Dead, we killed him.

That's right.

You're crazy, a mad woman named Abelina Garcia.

You're at our mercy.

Before you die, you will reveal the names

of all your comrades.

- Why me? I'm not a revolutionary.

I don't know anyone.

Whatever you might do to me would be useless.

I came for her, only her.

Names, I know no names at all.

- You slut, you will tell us all.

- No.

- Yes, everything

before we kill you.

We must have the names of your comrades.

Undress her.

- Filthy beast.

- You excite me, dear girl.

- No.

- First, there's your sister.

Leave her alone.

Please, I beg you.

- You love your sister a lot, don't you?

- No, don't touch her. She's suffered enough.

Don't hurt her anymore.

- See, maybe this will refresh your memory.

Assassins, killers.

- Watch. - No, no, no, no,

not that.

I don't know a thing, dumb bitch.

You'll kill her.

No.

I swear to God I don't know a thing.

Oh, God. God help us.

No, stop that, no.

She's dying.

What kind of creatures are you?

- Buenos días, I'm going to make you a happy man.

Here are the new films, exactly as you requested,

15 reels in all.

- My congratulations.

The last films you gave me are excellent.

So you followed my suggestions and used men?

- Yes, I filmed a pretty orgy. You'll agree.

- Super.

Here's your share.

Hmm, business must be good.

- It could be better.

We should look for a new action, like, primeval.

Tell me what you have in mind.

I'll see what I can do.

- For example, a murder.

You could earn maybe enough money to retire,

not just a killing, but a, an erotic murder,

a violent and primitive murder of a beautiful woman.

It would be the biggest hit of all time.

Yeah, I believe you.

- I bet you never thought you'd be raking it in

like this when you first started out.

No, but this time I have an idea

that might earn me enough money to blow this putrid country.

Oh, this Goddamn thread.

Fuck.

- Hey, what's bothering you?

If I were, I'd give up the needle.

You want me to stick it in you?

- Hey, come here. - What's going on?

Man, ooh, what a sexy hombre.

- Girls, I'll make a bet. Greta is about to have trouble.

Get back to your beds.

- Oh, hell.

- If they come up here asking questions, watch what you say.

Otherwise, I'll take care of you later.

What are they coming here for?

- Just a routine federal inspection, that's all.

- I think it's more than just routine.

You'll know pretty soon.

- Mr. Rosenthal has the authority

to inspect this institution in its entirety.

At the request of Amnesty International,

Mr. Rosenthal has our cooperation.

The direction of this clinic is now under suspicion.

A recently admitted patient is to be released to us

if it is possible now.

- We are at your service.

You can visit all our facilities,

question any of our patients

until you are convinced

of the falseness of your information.

Now about this patient, uh, what is her name?

Abbie Phillips.

- Abbie Phillips, uh, uh, yeah, no one by that name.

Abbie Phillips was admitted

under the assumed name of Abelina Garcia.

- Oh, really? Oh.

Uh, get me Abelina Garcia's folder.

So that was not her real name?

No, she was committed under a false name.

- Oh, but she was admitted at the request

of the late Dr. Arcos.

- Yes, we know that because just before his death,

he sent us this letter.

- Arcos was at the head of the terrorists.

He was under the direction of a foreign power.

We're sure.

The information we received about him was

from a trusted source.

- Who would've known?

Oh, he seemed so gentle,

and he worked with our institution so many times.

Several weeks ago, he committed Abelina Garcia.

Oh, a nice girl.

Oh, if the federal government authorizes you

to take this patient, I have no objections.

Uh, do whatever is necessary

so that 41 can leave with these gentleman.

And now to begin, if you'd prefer,

I will accompany you on your tour of inspection, no?

Well, gentleman.

- Attention, muchachas, on your feet. Stand up now.

Come on, muchachas, quickly now, on your feet.

- Buenos días.

- Good morning, girls. - Say, "Buenos días."

Buenos días, señor.

Buenos días, señor.

This is Dr. Rosenthal.

Buenos días, Dr. Rosenthal.

This ward seems to be quite pleasant.

- Dr. Delpino, I'm well pleased.

Your clinic is obviously well directed.

Our country can be proud of the job you're doing here.

- I hope in the future you won't believe the lies told

by enemies against our institution.

Poor soul, uh, she's had two critical seizures.

Unfortunately, at her age, well, she's hopelessly incurable.

She's in your care now.

- We'll examine her.

Goodbye. - Farewell.

They think you're out of your mind.

Oh, you should have heard.

No, they know my power.

The pigs will follow.

Dr. Delpino,

you are the most powerful in the world.

All those who enter here, abandon all hope.

Juana, why are you here?

- Slut, I'm here to see you.

- Come and sit. Close the door.

Oh, you'll obey. Come here.

What's the matter with you?

Rego, is that you?

Rego.

What are you doing here?

Go back, back to your cells.

This is wrong. Go back.

You, you won't get away with this.

Oh, no.

- Let's massacre the bitch.

- No, no.

- Strip her. - Yes.