All language subtitles for 6 Schwedinnen Hinter Gittern aka Ballgame 1980 Blu-ray 720p-PornLeech.srt.3

This is your fifth offense.

I am forced to render
a stricter verdict this time.

That's the only thing you'll understand.

I hereby sentence you to one year
in the County Jail for prostitution.

According to paragraph 47
of the Californian Penal Code.

Next case. - Asshole.

Hey, quite down in there.
You'll have your daily report soon enough.

Stop! Who's there?
- Oh, you've terrified me! Gee!

I thought you love my visits. Since you're
always so lonely here. Have you got a light?

Anything else?
What are you doing here?

I've got a break right now,
so I thought...

Since I've got a break,
others could join me.

I know just how it is.
Forced to stand here and noone's there

to enjoy yourself with.

Clean it up nice and clean.
I thought you could only handle a broomstick.

Strange...

A handle of some sort in your hands
is better than nothing.

That's Inga next door.
Should be interesting for you.

She's the hottest of those 6 Swedish girls.
They got arrested, because they've got caught

with a little joint at a party.

I'm innocent, too.
Hot Inga.

Sounds promising.
Are you really that hot? - Sure.

The other Swede over here is Lil.

The other one over there with Inga is Kerstin.
- Hello! - Hi everyone!

Lolita, I'll buy you a carton of cigarettes
if you lick my pussy through the bars.

Darling Inga.
You got to be kidding!

You guys will get 20 days ad seg
for something like that.

So what? A carton is nice
but this one over here is desirable as well.

Please try to come a little closer.

It's better like that.

Impossible.
You two are perverted.

You're doing a good job.
I can't stand it any longer.

What's going on in here?!

Lolita, what are you doing?

Well,
I'm polishing the bars a little.

Spick and span.
Make everything look pretty.

Now hurry up!
You know this place is filthy!

I want you finished by two o'clock.
- I want to be finished by two as well.

Me, too! - Quite!

That was close.

But one thing I have to tell you.

You earned your carton
real good.

It was nice.
I'll take a carton anytime.

Bye.

See you later, girls. Bye.

Don't waste food!
Millions are starving!

Eating this muck
I'll be number million and one.

Same here. - But you look well-fed.
- How are you? - Good.

Black devil and Swedish nightingale.
- You two have got a thing going?

Not yet.
- Watch out. We could get jealous.

Don't worry.
There's enough for everyone.

Not if I get you first.

Yucky, absolutely yucky.
It tastes worse than it looks.

I can't eat this.
- Do like Dolly does. Put a lot of salt on in.

It's not exactly smorrebrod.
The taxes I pay... This food should be better.

Who's paying taxes in here?

Strange country.
If you don't pay taxes you'll go to jail.

I don't care.
I can't eat this.

I'll have something
more tasteful for lunch.

And I won't tell who.

I want to get serious.
I've been in jail before.

But this is the dirtiest and the filthiest
of all the rotten jails I've ever been.

Maybe.
But we're here on vacation and you're not.

We still have rooms at Hilton's.
- Room service.

I'd like a strawberry pie.
And please serve it in my bed.

Great, with cream!
- Shut up, all of you. Come on.

I've been in jail many time.
But not like this.

Usually you'll get nice things to eat
and everything is clean.

And everything smells fresh and healthy.
Not like it does here.

You're right.
What can we do about it?

Oh yeah, but I am happy.

Dolly, could you please shut your mouth.
Sounds like you had a joint or something.

Little sweet tooth
is licking too much.

Are you in pain?
What's wrong with you?

Nothing, absolutely nothing.
It's all about my womb.

Usually, something shoots into my belly
and then it's over with.

But I'm still feeling something down there.
- Poor girl always has to suffer.

I don't feel pity for her.
Stop bothering your fellow inmates with that!

If you're sick,
get something from the doctor.

Kerstin, get out of there.
Old Maid's been smelling a rat.

If she catches you,
you'll have to do it to her.

A faith worse than death.

He needs five hundred more
campaign posters.

Can you send them by Friday?

Ok, thank you very much. Bye.

Miss Cole,
please come for some dictation.

I'd like a fresh Havana cigar, please.
- Certainly, Sir.

I'd like a drink.
Pour me a brandy, my dear. - Yes, Sir.

That's what I call life.

And now, my dear, I think it's time
for my afternoon cocktail.

Certainly, Sir.

Thank you, Miss Cole. As usual
your efficiency leaves nothing to be desired.

Thank you, Sir.
By the way,

there is an inmate by the name
Lolita Willenmann outside.

She wants to show you a petition.

A petition...

Probably a pledge of undying
devotion and loyalty to me.

Signed by all the unfortunates
incarcerated here.

Yes, I'll have her come in.

Miss Cole, take notes in case
we can use this for publicity.

Yes, Sir.

Come on in. - Alright.

Please come in.
Let me see your paper.

Alright...

What is this thing,
this so called petition?

It's exactly that, a petition,
signed by all the inmates.

Stating, Sir, the atrocious conditions
in the County Jail.

Atrocious? How dare
you make disparaging remarks about

one of the finest
penal institutions in the world?

Sir, the only penal act I know will make it to the
headlines, if the press ever gets scent of it.

That's why I recommend
to agree to the petition instantly,

otherwise
we will adopt other means.

That's enough. Get out! Go on!
Out of here! Take your paper with you!

I'm begging your pardon, Sir.
But this petition has been properly filed,

under section 35 b,
Code 12 of the jail statutes of 1942.

She is perfectly within her rights.

Really? Well, young lady.
Miss Willenkerl or whatever your name is...

Thank you for bringing this
situation to my attention.

I select a committee
and get on it right away.

Thank you, Sir.

Give me another drink.

Yes, Sir. - What a nerve!

Not on my watch!

Such a nerve!

Next thing
they want soap in the showers.

These brats!

What is this younger generation coming to?

What happened then?

I gave him the petition.

Probably wiped his ass with it.

So what happens next?

Listen, I did it
according to the rules.

We wait a few days...

nothing happens,
that's when we will launch plan B.

They'll get a shock for life.

Could I afford another carton of cigarettes
I'd give it to Lolita.

You're really insatiable.
How come I thought Swedes are frigid?

Lolita is my type,
I can't help it.

Do you always have to
drink away your sorrows?

Do you know anything better?

Unbelievable, can one of you sluts
tell me what's happening in here?

We're playing cards, nothing else.

Can't you leave us alone?
It's my birthday.

Do you think
you're at a casino or what?

Answer!
- We didn't do anything wrong.

You've played for money.
You'll suffer for this!

Come with me! - If the director would see that,
you'd be in a lot of trouble.

Yeah, you must be punished for it!

You'll clean this cell spic and span now!

Now! Give it to me! - What?

Go! Don't act naive
and give me the bottle. Now!

I've smuggled the bottle in.

Please don't tell the director. - Smuggled it in?
- Yes. - Okay.

How?
Tell me how you smuggled it in.

I had it under my dress.

It's too big to hide it under your dress.
That's implausible.

Let me see
what else you've got underneath there.

Now I know
why they are keeping you in here.

Be good and remove this.

As you please. - We got to work out something.
Maybe you can do me a few favors.

And keep silent about them.
- Oh, I can do that.

Then I may...
also be silent about it.

And I won't tell the director
anything about this little incident.

Is this okay with you?
- Yeah. - Very okay?

Say it. - Yes.

What the hell is that?

Escape?
It has to be an escape.

First I have to get my riot-hat.
Miss Cole, come in, quick.

Hurry up, Miss Cole.
It's burning.

What's that noise?
- Yes. - What's that smoke?

There is a riot in block B, Sir.

A riot! In my jail!
- The girls set fire to their mattresses.

But the fire is already under control.
- At least that's settled.

Besides, it's the same group
that entered the petition.

As soon as this is over
you'll bring the girls here.

Make sure that the press
doesn't get wind of this. - Yes, Sir.

That's for sure,
they'll never get my campaign poster.

Look, asshole, I don't care
who you have to blow, screw or bugger.

You better make me governor!

Miss Cole, you're listening?
Come in and take notes.

Yes, Sir.

To the point.

Ladies, this is not the right way to improve
the conditions of your current home.

Didn't I promised you
that I'll select a committee

and to launch an examination?

What a nice myth.
But accidentally we have heard,

that you have destroyed the petition.
And that you're not remotely thinking of

selecting a committee.

The problems we're facing
are facing us now.

Noone gives a shit
in six or seven months.

Right, girls? - Yeah!

Yeah, that's right.

That's exactly what I had in mind.

But the conditions here
are not that bad.

You should see
Cockroach Haven County Jail.

May I say something?
We don't mean to be rude.

But this time we have to.
We want to see action.

And if we don't see it, we'll go
to every newspaper and radio station.

Yes, to every one.
- We heard you are running for governor.

If people knew
what kind ofjail you run,

they wouldn't even elect you
as garbage collector.

That's right.
- What is it you want to change?

Soap, for instance. We want
soap in bathrooms and showers.

Miss Cole, take that down,
soap in showers and bathrooms.

And?
- And towels to dry with,

instead of rags.
- And shoes that fit. Like tennis shoes.

Got that?
Towels and shoes.

Anything else?
- The food sucks.

I beg your pardon! Sucks?!

Not even pigs would
eat this kind of food.

It's fat and rotten
and tastes like cow shit.

Tidiness in the kitchen
and an egg twice a week!

That's asking an awful lot.

Anything else? - What about
clean sheets on the bed and pillows?

A TV set in the rec room.

We'd like current magazines and books.
Something like Playboy and Playgirl.

Yeah, and posters for our walls!
I want a big one of Elvis!

I see.

I'd like to talk
with Miss Willenmann.

Alone. Now.
Out. All of you.

Out, out, out, out!

You, too, Miss Cole. Out, out, out!

Don't worry. - What a moron!

Let's clear out.

Miss Willenmann. Lolita Willenmann.
What a beautiful name.

You and your girls
have driven me in a corner.

It's true, I can't afford
any bad publicity right now.

And if you ever, ever, ever
tell anybody about this,

I'll deny it.
It will be your untrustworthy word

against mine.

An upright, honest
servant of the people.

There was a foundation,
constituted by the former director,

for the purpose of
little extras and comfort for this jail.

But more than anything
I'm interested in becoming the governor!

That's why I used up all of the money
for my election campaign!

Do you understand
what that means?

There is no money
for your demands.

And if this will ever come to light,
my political career will be over.

So if you snitch on me
you will achieve absolutely nothing.

I won't become the governor
and you will extend your stay here.

Namely for six or seven months
for inciting this riot.

Yes, but the conditions of the jail
will have been improved

in favor for everyone here
and those to come.

Is that right? - Yes.

I have a solution
to propose.

You want to hear it?
- As if I could say no...

I'm listening.
- I watched you from my window

in the yard...
playing baseball.

You're quite well.
- Yes, I know.

I would like to formulate
a baseball team with you young ladies

and my guards.
We advertise it everywhere.

For my benefit.

And the money
collected at the games

could be used
to fill up the fund

which was designated for improvements
in this jail. And your demands could come true.

What do you think?

Well, it sounds alright.

But you have to provide us
with fancy, posh new uniforms.

No chance!
- Well, then you have to grant us work-holidays.

What? Work-holidays?
- Yes, work-holidays.

I've read about it.
About work-holidays for inmates.

It means,
we get up in the morning,

leave jail and go to work.

We eat whatever we wish,
then we come back to jail and sleep there.

We do that as long as
we have to serve our time.

Anything else?
- Yes, no penalty for this morning's riot.

Work-holiday.
What kind of work can you do?

If I had to ask...

What we do best:
fucking and sucking.

Stop,
I can't support prostitution.

Of course
we could look the other way.

What the eye does not see,
the heart does not grieve over.

So you accept?

You agree to play the game.

We provide the uniforms.

If you win,
you and your friends

may have those work-holidays.

If you lose, we will refurbish
the jail with those proceeds.

And you will spend
the rest of your sentence here,

doing everything and anything
I want you to.

Agreed?

Yes, agreed.

That's the deal: if we win,
we basically get our freedom.

And the director
will rescue his good name.

If we lose
we at least get a cool jail condition.

So either way
it's not so bad.

We have to win,
then we get a really good deal.

We play pretty good. And if we take
advantage of what mother nature

has given us,
we will certainly win.

Yes, I see.
It's a fabulous idea.

We will wait
for the night before the game

and we will take the guards
one by one to task.

Yes, we will be at their service
like never before.

From up front, from behind,
everywhere.

As soon as we get our uniforms,
we will take them in real tight.

Tight like a second skin. Did you know
that Selma worked as a sewer in Sweden?

I didn't know. - That's right.
I'm working as a sewer at home.

I'll tailor these uniforms so sexy,
that the guards will be entranced

and they no longer think about baseball.

They will freak out!

In case they get more points,
we helter skelter take off our panties.

Fabulous idea,
but why wearing them after all?

Forewarned is forearmed.
- Right. We won't wear any panties.

But now we want to go to bed.
And you, Lil, stub out your cigarette.

Tomorrow we all want to be
as fit as a fiddle.

Ok.
- Let's be surprised. - Good night.

Ok, clear for action?
Tomorrow is the big game.

Let's make the most of tonight.

You each know what to do. - Yes.

Go!

Help, help!

No, no. Let go of me!

Help, let go of me!

No! Let go of me!

Down with your pants.
- Grab his cock.

Hey, what's wrong?

Are you sick or something?
- Yes.

Hold on a second.
- Hurry.

Do you need a doctor?

Is something wrong?
- Not yet.

What's that?
You don't look that sick to me.

Hey, what are you doing?
- Come here. - Are you crazy?

Wait a minute! - Don't act so stupid.

You can't do that to me.

Wait a minute, wait!

What a stud!

Is it nice,
is he doing a good job?

Kerstin, exhaust him good. - Yeah.

Ride him good.

Go, Kerstin, go!

Is it good?
- Officer, do you like that?

Officer, can you still go on? - Yes.

Soon we've done it. - Go on.

What about a second time.
- Don't give up.

With teamwork.

That's nice. - Yeah.

Go on.

Yeah, yeah.

That's nice.

Good job.

You'll get a medal.

So nice.

Kerstin has brought us
our freedom a little closer tonight.

For she's a jolly good fellow! - Yeah!

What a sacrifice
to exhaust the officer like that.

What a pity, he really looks
like he can't go on any longer.

Hello.

Hello. - Something wrong with you?

Yes, I'm missing a guy like you are.

Urgently.

Stop, turn around.

Wait a second.

Dolly, come on. - Yes.

Hurry. Hide, quickly.

Yeah!
- What's that? Let go of me!

No, let go of me! Damned!

Let go!

You can't do that to me!
- We can do anything with you.

If you don't let me go
I will shout.

No, you won't, my dear.

Kerstin,
try to warm him up a little.

I'm already doing it.

Now I will turn the tables.

He likes that.

He's about to come.

Good job, Lil.

Now it's your turn. - Yeah.

We have to squeeze
the last drop out of him.

She's doing him.
- He would be the first I couldn't do.

What a guy! - Do you want him?

Go, it's your turn.

I will never understand
why you're taking him as the target.

I don't like his visage.

This jerk...
- I'd really like to shoot at him.

Try at least
to get him between his eyes.

Between his eyes?

Exactly between his eyes.

Shit.
- You're not mad enough at him.

Otherwise you would aim much better.

Here,
so you can revenge yourself on him.

I would take a gun.

Between his eyes.

Almost.
- A miss is as good as a mile.

Go for it!

Our prison director
has more luck than judgment. - We know.

Now it's your turn. - Ok.

Much better.
- Still not between his eyes.

I know, but maybe now.

What's wrong with you? If we bet
maybe you could concentrate better.

Who could concentrate
in this joint.

Missed! And you say
it's because you can't concentrate in here.

Those broads here
can really confuse you.

You think so, too? - Yes.

Hey,
you are not allowed in here!

This is our rec room.
- We know that.

Don't be angry.
- We don't have any bad intensions.

We just wanted to give you something.
- What?

Us!

One for everyone, right? - Yeah!

What a surprise!
- You are mine.

Hands up.
- With pleasure, Officer.

What a nice surprise.

That's what I planned on doing.

Nice to take the tie off a man.
- It's so exciting.

First the tie
then everything else.

I also love to unbutton.

What a cutie you are!

Come on, sit on the armchair.

Now I need the right one, ok?

As you wish...

I can't go any longer.
- I'm totally done myself.

And so am I.
- Oh, what a pity!

We want Director Blowhard
as Governor! Yeah!

Hurry up! Get the ball quick.

Go! - Keep on running!

Run! Go!

Shit! That's messed up!
- What a big mess!

Go for it, man! Hit the ball! - Yeah!

One...

Two...

Three. And out.

Move it. Don't be so drippy, man!

Sorry, I'm just tired.
- Then wake up!

Out.
Change of teams!

That can't be true. - Can you tell me,
how those bloody broads could make it?

Did it! - Damn!

Yeah!

Fire that fool!

Damn! - I got it!

Over here!

Sorry, may I pass? Thank you.

And out! Change of teams!

Boo! Damn!

What are you...
- You owe me something...

And out.
- Lil, over here, quick!

Let me go!

No!

And out!

They really tricked us.

Mike, it's your turn.
You're our last hope.

Now it's enough.
I'll show you!

Yeah!

And out!

We've lost!

Damned shit! We've lost!

We've lost!

Sir, Lolita Willenmann is here
to talk about the work-holiday for the inmates.

Send her in.

That was a nice game,
don't you think so, too?

Anyhow, it was interesting.

Either way we've won
and get our freedom.

Freedom? Why?
I don't know anything about freedom.

Are you nuts?
You gave us your word.

You granted us work-holidays
if we win the game.

Dear child,
we have to be reasonable.

For political reasons
I can't afford to let you all out on the streets.

Put the case
that you are arrested once again...

Hell would break loose.
My enemies would laugh in their sleeves.

I'm afraid you all will have to be content
with some little comforts in our institute.

If you'll ever feel horny
I could offer relief for you.

We had an agreement. If you're unwilling
to abide by it, this really is the limit!

Since our extra fund is filled up again,
there's nothing you can incriminate me with.

Now there's your word against mine.

Now get out of here! Go!
- You're a dirty old prick!

The nerve of that girl!

Since I've got the money now
I can become the governor without worrying.

No, Sir,
you are very much mistaken.

Now it's your word
against ours.

Lolita's and my word and
the tape recording I've made

when you came to an understanding with her.

Without the girls
you'd still be in a mess.

They will all get
work-holidays as promised.

Otherwise
I probably can't control myself

and tell the press all I know.

Yes, they could learn quite a lot from me.

Also about the so-called
afternoon cocktail of our director.

We have to do something
against this asshole.

He really screwed us. - Yes, this skunk!

We have to pay him back.

Go to the intercom and tell them!

Tell them in no uncertain terms
so everyone understands,

that the victorious players
will get their well-deserved reward.

Go ahead!

I have an announcement to make.

To all the women of block B,
I congratulate you to your

superior victory.

The agreed work-holiday
will be granted from tomorrow on.

Can you give me a light?

Get me something to drink.

That's insane!

Open my skirt!

Now my blouse.

Kiss my breasts.

Lick it.

Lick!

You mind if I smoke while you lick?

If I'm not mistaken,
this quotation is usually a little different, right?

SubRip: HighCode