All language subtitles for Ilsa.The.Wicked.Warden.1977.720p.BluRay.x264-x0r

It's so hot.

This is crazy!

- What are you thinking of, you dirty rat?
- Do you want to go to the bunker?

- One of them's got away.
- Rosa Phillips.

Nothing. Not a trace of her.

She must be somewhere around here.
She can't just vanish.

I don't believe it! I will find her.

If you keep on shouting like that,
I'm sure you will.

Carlos!

Stop!

Stop!

No, Marquesa, you are not a goddess.
I don't want an electric shock. No!

I won't say anything. I swear I won't tell,
as long as you spare me this.

Have mercy. Please smile.
No. No electric shock.

Hello. This is Dr Arcos speaking.

Put me through to the hospital,
the surgical ward.

Your long-distance call is unnecessary.

We're taking
the escaped prisoner into custody.

The girl was lying in front of my house.
She is badly injured.

This internee killed a warden
during her escape.

- It must have been self-defence.
- It doesn't matter what her reason was.

- We'll take her with us.
- She's been shot and cannot be moved.

- Oh, can't she?
- The bullet has to be removed immediately.

Don't worry. This patient is hard-baked...
and dangerous.

She can survive far greater strain than this.

Only I will decide whether or not
an operation will be performed.

- Don't tell me what...
- Please send your bill to my office.

- Put her on the stretcher.
- My bill?

I can't charge you for my sense
of medical responsibility.

That's something you greatly overestimate.
But we won't be stingy.

- Can responsibility be overestimated?
- I wouldn't be so stubborn.

What does a run-of-the-mill doctor
know about antisocial lunatics?

We're in charge.

A form, notifying me that Rosa Phillips died
of a sepsis three days after my examination

and that I should submit
an invoice for my efforts.

I went to the clinic's
administrative department.

They paid me a fee
that was bound to arouse my suspicion.

When I asked them to release
the body for autopsy, they refused.

I decided not to let the matter rest.

A prisoner cannot receive a death penalty
for an escape attempt.

How can it be possible that a doctor
allows wardens to shoot at patients?

If they think it is sufficient to say
that they are deranged sex offenders

whose treatment people like us
don't understand,

then we might as well
approve of euthanasia.

The fact that Rosa Phillips was so afraid of
being treated by the clinic's head physician

that she even resisted it when delirious,

together with her allegedly
unexplained death, should alarm us.

I asked if I could visit the clinic.

They refused. My attempts at an
investigation were obviously not welcome.

Therefore I came to the decision
that I should ask you to examine this case.

I'm asking for an official investigation
by the Rosenthal Foundation,

which has made a great contribution toward
making the penal system more humane.

Imprisonment as a means of revenge,
sentences as cruel retaliation -

these are inhumane measures.

Dr Arcos, your remarks interest us

because we have heard things
about this institution before

which pointed in the same direction.
They weren't as grave, but still serious.

That's why I asked the ministry
to initiate an investigation a month ago.

They denied the request, saying that the
Rosenthal Foundation wasn't responsible.

They also said
that these suspicions were pure fiction

and that the Las Palomas clinic
was subject to strict state controls.

I had to give up
since we couldn't name a witness.

And all we have in Dr Arcos' case

is the testimony of a disturbed,
delirious prisoner.

I have no doubt that the minister of justice
would refuse another request.

Until the Rosenthal Foundation
can identify a credible witness

whose testimony is based on personal
experience, we won't get any further.

- We won't get any further.
- Where do you intend to find a witness?

It won't be possible
to get a witness out of that snake pit alive.

- Don't move, Dr Arcos, or I'll shoot.
- What do you want?

With your help, I want to make something
happen that means a lot to me.

- And what's that?
- I reckon you're clever enough

to be able to smuggle a patient
into the Las Palomas clinic.

- Who are we talking about?
- Me. I need to get in there.

- But that's completely crazy.
- That's my problem.

Why on earth do you need to go there?

I have to find out
what happened to Rosa Phillips.

You have to think of a way
to smuggle me into that funny farm.

After eight to ten weeks, get me out of there
with some clever ploy.

I'll tell you
everything you want to know.

That way, you'll get your credible witness
without risking anything.

- Are you sure you want to do this?
- Yes.

- You knew Rosa Phillips.
- Yes, I did.

You must have liked her very much.
You're risking a lot.

Rosa is my sister.
I'm sure she was careless,

but I'm also sure that she wasn't a criminal.

Watch out, someone's coming.

You certainly are brave.

That's enough. Put that thing away.

I'll smuggle you in, if I can. Let's give it a try.

There you are.

A tramp with a lovely obsessional neurosis.

- This report is for the administration.
- All right.

- And remember, don't talk too much.
- I won't.

- Your name is...
- Abelina Garcia.

- You were born in...
- San Angeli.

- Age?
- 24.

- Married?
- No, I'm single.

- Your former occupation?
- Elementary school teacher.

For a teacher,
your criminal record is remarkable.

- I hope you know it all by heart.
- I can rattle it oft in my sleep.

Apart from you and me, nobody knows
that you're the reporter Abbie Phillips,

who is perfectly sane.
You know what you're getting yourself into?

Yes, I think I do.

I'll come and get you after eight weeks.

This is Dr Arcos. I need a car
to take a patient to the Las Palomas clinic.

Your first time?

Now tell me, any previous convictions?

And where were you born, madam?

In San Angeli.
I've been here for three years.

- All right, you've got to sign this.
- OK.

- Avanti, the next ward.
- Presto, presto, you lame duck.

- What do you want?
- I'm helping you get your kit off.

I'd rather get undressed by myself.

Stop wittering! You can forget
your independence now.

No more airs and graces.

- Look, Berta, flat tits and a flat bum.
- But she's boasting like a busty film star.

All right, dolly,
you're going to get a little wet now.

- With this jet, we'll get off all the dirt.
- It will scare away the crab lice.

They have an insurmountable aversion
to chlorinated water.

- It won't do your little curls any good.
- They'll fall off and you'll be bald as a coot.

- Turn around.
- And your bum is as red as a baboon's.

- Catch, doggy.
- You've whimpered enough.

There you go.

Enough wiping.

- Can I have my panties back?
- I'm afraid that's against the rules.

- We like them bare.
- Yes, but I can't...

- You'll be surprised at what you can do.
- Look at the number on your shirt.

That's you from now on. Go on, read it!

- She's illiterate.
- 41.

That's what we've christened you.
It's your number.

I advise you not to forget it.

If I ever hear your name again,
I'll knock your forgetfulness out of you.

The number 41 will be stamped upon
your breast so you will never forget it again.

Do you understand that you will be
called Number 41 from now on?

Everybody grovels at your feet, Marquesa.
I adore you.

Madre de Dios, these damned stitches!

You are the sun that illuminates my life.
You are the candle, I am the wick.

You are the womb. Let me in.

Not a single guy, not a single
shred of a man, only women, females...

- This bloody thread!
- Quit your knitting and cursing, will you?

You are Allah. I herald you.

If you even remember
how to do anything else.

Your knitting is no use to anyone.

- Shut up.
- And you're no use either. You're half male.

- How are you, Joconda? Are you better?
- I'm fed up with crying all the time.

- Have you dropped the stitches again?
- I'll never finish this jumper. To hell with it!

Never mind. Watch out, the bullies.

With us, you act the big shot,
but when they come, you're quiet.

The second bed on the right is yours,

but you'll be in trouble
if I find a single crease in the sheet.

What a fine lady has come to join us!

- Don't you fool around with the new one.
- I'll handle her with kid gloves.

She's a feminist.
She discusses everything with the group.

- What's your name? I'm Juana.
- I'm Number 41.

These are just Chubby Cheek's
and Iron Greta's little games.

- So, what's your name?
- 41.

- Are you a swot or something?
- Why not?

I know your sort. We're just objects for you
to study. Who sets the tone here?

- I don't know.
- Then these girls will show you, you moron.

Juana is our spokeswoman.
She talks until your ears rot.

And how she plays the piano! She's
the greatest, the best, the very greatest!

- Right, now you've heard it.
- Yes, you crack the whip over us.

Look at this,
she's got proper nuclear warheads!

- Her skin is like it's made of ice.
- What a cute triangle!

- And there's not a single man to screw her.
- Please don't.

- Why?
- You're new.

We're like guys in that respect.
It always turns us on enormously.

You have such cute, hard breasts -
like a boy.

That's enough.

What a pity.

What a shame.

You're the only one not taking part?

Why do you offer them
something you refuse yourself?

Because I choose the objects of my erotic
fancies according to my own taste.

I hope that's clear too.

I am your prophet. You are
the beautiful one, the sublime one...

- Shit!
- I'll sew the button back on for you,

but first I'll show you Frankenstein.

If they catch you without a button,
it's solitary confinement for you.

They'll prick your bottom. And that hurts.

- Thanks.
- No problem.

- No cocks...
- Shall I show you Bunny?

Go on, then.

I'll give you some advice.

Don't tell them your name,
even if that one there presses you.

She sets this trap for every new girl.
If you fall for it, you're finished.

They'll burn your number into your skin.
I was stupid.

- Oh my God.
- Look, she's showing her boob again.

Come on in.

Why are you so late?

They only just called me.

Avanti. You know
what you're supposed to do.

And now you will give me a massage.

Wonderful.

You're fantastic.

- What do you think of the new one?
- Not bad but I think she's a fake.

Is she going to stay in my dorm?

Don't you find this question
a little too impudent?

What have my decisions got to do with you?

Nothing. You can do
anything you like with her - and with me.

Good girl.

You know, there are creatures
that were made for pleasure.

You and I are obviously two of them.

- But this new girl...
- ..seems to be made for suffering.

If only you didn't try
to be clever all the time.

- That's enough. Stop it.
- Yes, Marquesa.

Yes, that's good.

Beautiful.

We're going to have a ball in a minute.

Yes...

Acupuncture is a completely
unexplored field of activity for me.

And you...you are such an excellent object.

It's true, you are terribly brave, my angel.

But you will scream anyway, believe me.

Well...

And now...

Well, one has to suffer
a few unpleasant things,

if one wants to have the pleasant ones.

Because every once in a while life
should be fun, my darling, my little angel.

Pleasure and pain, an eternal cycle.

A naked body is...sacred.

Everything you are experiencing here
you are experiencing of your own free will.

Yes, absolutely.

- I can do to you whatever I want.
- Yes.

Yes.

Only the scream
will release you from your fears.

The scream is
the final release from neurosis.

So scream. Roar like a bull.

Scream.

Scream.

I'm releasing you from it. I am.

- Hey, are you still awake?
- As you can see, I am.

Come on, 41,
let's smoke a peace pipe together.

- Don't worry. There's no marijuana in it.
- Isn't there?

No, I don't do drugs.
They make you feel so awful afterwards.

It's as plain as the nose on your face.
Drugs stir up all the shit you repress.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Well, we're two of those people
who are in a real mess.

It's hard to pull yourself
out of a mess by your own hair.

Yes, it is. And if, like me,
you're neither woman nor man...

That's my problem, you see.
Yes, it's a real dilemma.

I always fall between two stools,
even if I come across as a genuine woman.

And I feel just like a woman these days.

- You don't believe me, do you?
- Yes, I do. I believe it all.

I haven't always been a woman.

The doctors have transformed me.
Yes, they cut off my little willy.

The professors keep my severed
little giant and testicles in a jar -

my so-called past as a man.

And why did you have the operation?
You seem to fancy women.

I always fancy what I can't have.

When I was still a bloke,
I always ran after the boys.

I had a sex change
because I was keen to get married.

I married the next best man and was rather
disappointed when I learnt that he was gay.

So I took a knife and castrated him.

I ended up in prison, of course. It was there
that I realised how messed up I was.

I'm a bloody tranny. And now I've got to
hang around with these fucked-up women.

- I can't stand them.
- Can't you?

But I can stand men even less. After all,
women are warmer and more tender.

As a man, you tremble. You're forever
scared of being impotent. It's dreadful.

I know what I'm talking about.

I really do.

- Tell me your name.
- 14.

But you can address me
by my nickname - 7.

Yes.

And now I'll let you sleep, my dear 41,

so you don't lose your nerve when they
put you through your paces tomorrow.

- Who?
- Well, Greta and Chubby Cheek.

The Iron Lady and her gorilla.
Marquesa del Pino and Paolo Rego.

But only she's the boss. She is rumoured to
have had an affair with a minister.

What does she look like?

She has goggle eyes as big as soup bowls.

And her bosom - God, it's like a truck full
of jelly wobbling around the corner.

If only Pino wasn't completely bonkers.
She's so sexy.

- Name?
- 41.

Well done, but right now
we'd like your birth name, please.

Just this once, you're allowed to say it.
I grant you official permission.

- Abelina Garcia.
- Please talk. You have my permission.

- Why do you think you're here?
- Because I...

I suffer from a compulsive disorder.

You were a teacher
in some one-horse town, weren't you?

Yes, but I wasn't ill then.

- You liked touching the sweet little boys.
- That's not true.

Oh, darling,
you really shouldn't get worked up.

I'm sorry.

Please remember,
you can be perfectly honest with us.

We can only help
if we know about your problems.

We're not your judges. We're doctors,
virtually the same as pastors.

Your illness is in no way insurmountable,
and I'm sure we'll cure you.

You're clever, cultured...

Your good sense...

That's all I need to say.

At first, I resisted it.
That's why I left the school.

From then on, I just wandered about.

It's easy for me to talk the boys round.
I promise them wild adventures.

I tell them how good I am in bed,
drink with them, teach them how to steal.

They learn all the bad things from me.

I'm not sure if you're being entirely honest.
How old are the children?

They're over 16,
but I corrupt their morals.

I ... I can't help it.
I have a real fixation about it.

They run after me as if they were addicted.

And I run after them and make them
more and more dependent on me.

What do you inject them with?

No, no, not what you think.
I don't mean that kind of addiction.

It has nothing to do
with drugs or anything like that.

Whatever it has to do with
and whether it's the truth or not -

eventually, even the biggest web of lies
turns into a confession.

And I'm confident that we'll manage
to penetrate your innermost self very soon.

You've nicked my jumper again,
you old maid.

- Let me refresh your memory.
- Get lost.

- You're a complete nutter.
- Who's that in the wheelchair?

No idea. Sometimes, people turn up
that you've never seen before.

And no one knows who they are?

No. They often wheel people across
the yard, and then they disappear again.

But where are they?

There are so many of those.
We aren't introduced.

Sometimes they disappear overnight.

- And no one asks what happened to them?
- Not unless you're weary of life.

Stop it! Do you think I like hearing this bitch
jerk oft that idiot in the garden all the time?

- I won't have it.
- Get stuffed.

I'd like to know something
about a girl who used to be here.

Isn't she here any more?

No, I don't think she is.
I don't think she's still alive.

- Do you at least know her number?
- No, I don't.

- How long ago was that?
- One year.

I wasn't here then. You should ask Juana.
She pokes her nose into everything.

She's the only one
who might be able to help you.

Do you see my marble body?

- Make sure you don't lose any ornaments.
- Don't worry.

Hey, soap my back.
After that you can scrub my bum.

Go on. Are you deaf or something?
Hurry up, scrub me.

- I'm just well-built.
- At last.

Who would have thought?
This kitten has real velvet paws.

Does she?

And now the bum.

Hey, is that supposed to be it, you pig?

Is this what you call
giving someone a wash?

Carry on.

Yes, that's better. That's just the job.

OK, that's enough soaping.
Now do the job properly.

Oh, one is making a fuss!
One is far too posh for this.

Didn't you hear me? Stick it in!

Don't worry, your finger won't break off.

It seems to me
that you never used to wash at home.

Carry on.

That's it.

You will pick up the soap and continue
until I tell you to piss off.

- No.
- Just a second.

- Eat the soap, or you're in for it!
- Let go of me at once!

I'll show you what's what!

"Toreador, on guard! And remember,
yes, remember as you fight

"that two dark eyes are watching you."

Let's have a party!

Beat her up good and proper!

Stop it!

Go for her!

Let's go!

Quiet! Bloody riff-raff.

The new one, of course.
Let go of her, you bitch.

- Be reasonable, Juana.
- Just you wait!

Going on the rampage! I'll take you where
you can scream until you expire.

- Let go of me.
- Nothing's going to happen to you.

I'll give that cow a real bawling-out.

She'll soon be grateful
if I let her lick my feet or wipe my bum.

- I'll show her!
- Shut up now! Fancy solitary confinement?

At last you're coming round, my child.

They thought the angry warden
might have hit you too hard.

Hit me? Why hit me? I don't know what...

That's really bad. She's forgotten
all about her misdirected initiative.

This rebelliousness is always the result
of a deeply rooted aggressive impulse.

I can't bear the headache.

I'm sure it will pass, won't it, Paolo?

Paolo? Why am I here?

Those who are prone to violence disturb
the other patients with their behaviour.

They're very sensitive,
and I'm afraid that's why...

...we've had to separate you from them.
And then...

It looks as if you're still dominated by sex.

Well, poor child, we'll gain control of that.

We'll definitely cure you of that.

If only the headache wasn't so terrible.

How it's pounding. It hurts so much.

- I can't even see properly.
- That's just because you're so sensitive.

No. No.

I'm afraid I will have to
hurt you even more now.

No.

No, don't. No!

I think this will soothe
your troubles below the waistline.

Right, and now something to soothe
the highly sensitive nerves in your head.

A specific shock therapy.

Rego?

That'll do.
Take the patient to the relaxation cell.

And then tell Number 10
that I'm expecting her.

Hello?

I'm in the cell next to yours.
The pipes go through all the cells.

I'm tall enough to reach them.

We can communicate through the pipes.

You have to speak into the filter
somewhere in the lower pipe.

If you can't reach it,
you must try to answer by knocking.

I hope you can at least
reach the pipe with your hand.

I'll ask questions,
and you'll knock the answers.

One knock means yes,
two knocks means no. Got that?

Knock.

Go on, do it.

Stand on tiptoe.

Are you feeling as bad as me?

Have you just got here?

I've been in this heavenly place
for over three months.

I know every rat here.
They've fallen in love with me.

Occasionally, the bullies get me out
and torture me for a while, just for fun.

They want me to sing, but I won't.
I'm not soft in the head.

Even if the Marquesa claims that I was.
My name is Laura Gomarra.

They conduct experiments with chemicals,
to see who's the most resistant.

Cora Álvarez is lying
in the cell to your right.

She can't walk any more.
There's about 14 of us down here.

I think we're all on the way out.

I was immune to their infections at first.
I'm stronger than you white girls after all.

But I'm sure they'll come up
with a few special surprises for me.

Paola Gabol and Rosa Phillips
are on their last legs as well.

They can't even knock any more.
I wonder what else is in store for me.

Perhaps they're going to
have a big party with me.

Hey, are you even listening to me?

- Señor.
- Thank you.

- Waiter!
- Yes, señor?

- The drinks are on me.
- Thanks. One rum, please.

Certainly.

Ah, a whole cartload this time.

Look at that. Terrific.

- I hope the quality is the same as always.
- It is.

Cheerio.

Were you happy with the films we gave
you?

Yes, they were quite good.
But eventually they'll need some variety.

- Us men shouldn't be left out completely.
- I see.

OK.

- Great.
- Okey-dokey. Quite a nice sum.

- There's nothing wrong with money.
- When will we meet again, señor?

I'll see our boss tomorrow
and give the material to the print lab.

I'd say in two weeks.

I think business will flourish from now on.
Raciness is always in demand.

You're as pale as a corpse on holiday.
What on earth have they done to you?

- Have they cauterised you down there?
- Yes, with some sort of chemicals.

It's burning.

Come on, love, clench your teeth and
try to sleep, so you regain your strength.

Those bastards.
The one over there is covered in weals.

But she doesn't mind.
She's a masochist. Torture turns her on.

She needs it. It's an obsession of hers.

Part of her is a real beast,
but at the same time she's ever so obedient.

- Has she been back for a long time?
- Yes. She wasn't in solitary confinement.

- She was only away the first night.
- Where can she have been?

With Iron Greta. She's said to fuck her
until they almost drop dead.

And while they're doing it,
that sneak tells her about us.

The dirty snitch.

Then perhaps Juana could tell me
if there's another girl here.

- I mean in the bunker.
- I'm sure she could.

- You think so?
- She does what she wants.

She talks to almost everyone.
What's her name?

Rosa Phillips. If she's still here,
she can only be down there.

I must find out. That's why I'm here.

- It'd be crazy if we didn't find that out.
- Do you think so?

What an opportunity! Perhaps you could
ask Number 10 about it, but not too directly.

- If you go about it in a clever way...
- No, she's too beastly.

She'll smell a rat.
But it doesn't matter. I'd do anything for you.

You're fantastic.

You're kind and tender.

You? Come in.

Any news?

You can go.

- Cigarette?
- Yes, please.

- So you have news.
- Plenty of news.

All right, what is it?

Many interesting things,
but I have a question first.

So ask me.

Will you still be so hard-hearted
with the new one, the poor idiot?

What's with the sympathy?

I'm sure you punished her so severely
because of me.

You're touching. She's defiant.
I would have punished her anyway.

It's got nothing to do with you. Do you have
some kind of conscience all of a sudden?

Why else would your heart break
out of sympathy for her?

You hypocrite. But I promise you
to be gentle with her anyway.

So, let's hear the news. I'm curious.

OK. Number 14, the transsexual, asked me
a few questions on behalf of the new one.

The two little lambs
are thick as thieves now.

And what kind of questions did she ask?

About a girl who had been here.

And she wanted to know if Rosa Phillips
is still alive - possibly in the cellar.

- That's what this Abbie wants to know?
- That's what Number 14 said, anyway.

- They really are naive.
- Is Rosa Phillips still here?

Yes, she is indeed.

And she's in the cellar?
I don't envy her. I wouldn't like to be her.

Continue.

- What else do you know?
- That's enough.

It's enough that Number 41 is trying
to find out if Rosa Phillips is still alive.

In my opinion,
there's something fishy about this.

We must find out
if the new girl has any accomplices.

With her, it's like banging your head
against a brick wall.

Perhaps not. You have to make her believe
that she can trust you.

I'm sure she'll tell you
more than you want to know.

- OK, but I'll only do it if you let her live.
- That can be arranged. Why not?

First, I'll tell her that Rosa is still alive
and that she'll see her.

That might not be a bad idea.

- But first I'll have some fun with her.
- If you must, you must.

No!

This constant whimpering!
Show some consideration for the others!

Hey, I'm in here.
Come here, you beast! Come to me.

Paolo.

I'll snog you until you run out of breath,
until your tongue's hanging out.

So that you finally croak it, you old witch.

I'll tear off your sagging breasts
and feed them to the pigs.

- Come on, then.
- I don't have to be told twice.

Do you think I'm scared of you,
you dirty bitch?

Eight days' hard detention.

Paolo!

I'm delighted to see you.

Persistent liars have all my sympathy.

Set it to level three.

You know a girl called Abelina,
or rather Abbie.

- Think. Abbie. Abbie Garcia.
- Abbie?

- Abbie?
- Listen, there's no point in denying it.

Abbie is in our power.
And if you don't talk now,

if you don't confess
that she's the head of your conspiracy,

we'll have to fill in
the gaps in your knowledge.

And then Abbie will meet the same fate

that we were forced to impose on you.

We'll have to use the same methods
we used with you, and you'll have to watch.

Don't do this to her. Please don't.

Please.

Yes, you must be very scared of her,

or you would hardly be playing
the great heroine for her sake, would you?

Would you?

Oh, I'm surprised it didn't occur
to me before - she's obviously your lover.

- No.
- What?

Abbie...

..is my sister.

Please don't harm her...my sister.

I promise I will be very,
very kind and good to her,

if you give me a few names.

- Names?
- Yes, the names of your cronies.

I don't know any names, not a single one.

I don't know any, not a single one.
I don't have any cronies.

- So you're remaining stubborn.
- No.

The name of the boss
of your organisation will do.

J ust one single name.
If you give me one name, I'll be happy.

And your sister will be free, I swear.

Level four.

Perhaps you know the name now?

Think about it. There was someone there
when you escaped, wasn't there?

What was his name again?

He wasn't very likeable. He insisted
you have surgery, against my will.

But you got on with him very well.
He seemed to be a confidant of yours.

It's really unforgivable
that I forgot about this guy. It's him.

- No, it's not him.
- This guy...

Dr Arcos?
Yes, he was my friend, my confidant.

See, now you've given me his name.

Given you the name? No, you're wrong.

- Dad?
- Yes.

- Where are you?
- Down here.

- Good morning. Did you sleep well?
- Yes.

- I'm going to town.
- Can you take this letter?

- It has to be sent recorded delivery.
- Sure, I'll do that, Daddy.

- There you go, child.
- Rosenthal Foundation. Are you in trouble?

- No, darling.
- All right, then. See you later.

- See you later.
- Do you want me to buy you anything?

- No, thanks.
- Bye.

Strange.

- At last.
- What do you want, gentlemen?

Oh, you're ready to leave.
Where are you going?

This belongs to my daughter.
She's moving into town.

- Would you please tell me what you want?
- What a nice little story!

Well, that was short and sweet.
Put the body in the water.

- We've silenced him for good.
- About time as well.

Here we are.

I have an upset stomach
but you can come in anyway.

Number 14 told me you wanted to see me.

Yes, my angel,
I have very interesting news,

but first you have something
to make up to me.

So you really found out
something about the girl.

I find out whatever I want to find out.
It's a shame we don't get on, sweetheart.

I know,
you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.

I'll do anything you want, if you forgive me.

Sentimentalities won't get you anywhere.
I want proof. Kneel down.

Juana!

First of all, you will lick my boot. Lick it!

OK, now lick the other one.

You had an extreme aversion
to cleanliness the other day.

That's changed, hasn't it?
No excuses. Get on with it!

- Stop. And now...
- Yes?

You've done such a good job
that it must be cleaner than my boots now.

Avanti.

See, my angel, you're not that clumsy at all.

It's going really well.
You're in good shape today.

You're really coming along well.

So it still makes her sick after all.

Listen, I can arrange
for you to meet Rosa Phillips.

I'll get the keys to the solitary ward.

You were right. She is alive.
You will get to see her soon.

- Will I?
- And then we'll be even.

Stop crying. There's no point.

She's not that bad, really.
If you think about it, she's helping you.

Everybody does what they can,
and this is her way of helping.

- Darling.
- You're a fabulous woman.

You know it, but I have to keep telling you.
Everything about you is terribly exciting.

Your legs are like ropes
that pull me towards you.

Your laughter sounds like the song
of a huge swarm of mosquitoes.

- When your eyes narrow...
- Like now.

- ...they're like glowing coals in a snowball.
- You're almost a poet.

- No, only a harassed statesman.
- Perhaps during the day. Now you're mine.

- What can I do for you?
- Make me feel like a woman.

When I see you in front of me,
I'm so spellbound by your body

that I can't believe that there are moments
when you're not feeling like a woman.

Can you forgive me just once more,
my goddess?

- There you are.
- Thank you. You're wonderful.

Your breasts are as magnificent
as the fireworks of a great night.

- Come. You may come.
- Yes.

- I'll do anything for you. Anything.
- And if I take you at your word?

- Why don't you?
- I will.

- I'm coming.
- How wonderful.

Have you made any progress
regarding Abbie Garcia?

- Her name is Phillips, not Garcia.
- Phillips?

Did you know that you're
the only one who cares about my worries?

As a matter of fact, I didn't know that,
but thank you very much.

And don't forget -
your worries are my worries.

One of the girls has told tales out of school,
and it turned out that she's Abbie's sister.

The bitch was going to plot against us.

It's just fantastic how you manage
to make these obstinate devils talk.

How do you do it?

How do you achieve it?

With very special methods. I'm allowed
to have a little secret too, aren't I?

- Yes, but isn't it...
- Dangerous? No.

Have you found out
if those two have any accomplices?

Yes, they have one, a certain Dr Arcos.

- Arcos?
- Yes, my little scaredy-cat.

The man should disappear
before he can do any damage.

I don't know how that could be arranged.

- The disappearing bit was your idea.
- Yes.

Darling, what would you say if I told you

that this source of irritation
has disappeared already?

- That you're merciless.
- I had to be. I had to torture the girls.

- Or they would never have confessed.
- I admire you.

- I always torture them.
- How?

- Until they scream out loud.
- You're divine.

Tell me more.
What happens then? What happens then?

- Here you are. This is what we found.
- Is that all?

We searched Arcos' house from the cellar
to the attic. This is all there was.

Put it with the private files.

Is everything prepared for tonight?

- Well?
- I personally chose the stallions in prison.

- Eight fine specimens.
- Good.

We might get another three or four
from the bunker.

We promised our clients exquisite material.

- But little Linda remains reserved for me.
- Why not?

But then she'd have to disappear
into the bunker soon, or she might talk.

That would be a shame. I like her so much.

In solitary confinement,
it would be much easier for us to see her.

She would always be available.

I reckon there will soon be
three or four vacant cells in the bunker.

It's highly likely.
Those guys look like killers to me.

- And Abbie?
- With Juana's help, we'll make her happy.

We'll arrange a meeting
that will surprise her.

Don't be so prissy.
Presto, presto. Avanti, avanti.

All right, all right.

- Today you'll get something for the heart.
- Getting restless, are you?

Quiet, please.

Our invitation is the result of our efforts
to make confinement easier to bear

for long-term prisoners.

This innovation is due
to a revision of state laws.

The responsible minister
has even gone so far

as to consider abolishing
segregation of the sexes in prisons.

However, such a drastic measure
cannot be taken overnight,

because, in practice, it means
sexual intercourse between prisoners,

even cohabitation
with a partner of your own choice

- and the encouragement of initiative.
- Oh, boy!

Thus, we have agreed
that we should put the idea to the test first.

You are being presented with the chance
to perform your wildest fantasies.

This is a moment of liberty.
Make the most of it.

With the approval of the state!

Stop bleating or I'll give you
something to remind you of me.

I prefer your boss' tits,
but I take what I can get.

- Let go of me! Show me some mercy!
- That's what I'm doing.

How did you get hold of the key, Juana?

Remember once and for all,
I get everything I want.

I could even start a revolt, but I don't know
why I should bother. You're all too stupid.

Rosa! Oh my God. Rosa.

What have they done to you?

She doesn't recognise me.

Rosa, we won't give up.

I'll help you.
Do you hear me? I'll help you.

- Why don't you say something?
- Hurry up, I want to get out of here.

- No.
- I knew it wouldn't be fun down here,

but I didn't know it would go this far.
That's enough now. I want to get out of here.

Oh, what a sweet, idyllic family scene.

That's it.

You murderers!
What have you done to my poor sister?

- Number 10, leave the room.
- Not until I know what you're going to do.

There's no reason why I should tell you.
You have completed your task, you can go.

Please remember
that her life was guaranteed to me.

You dirty snitch,
who would guarantee you a life?

Get lost, or you'll end up like her.

I'll make you pay for that.

We're going upstairs now to find out
the truth about the Phillips sisters.

Isn't that true, Abbie? You were admitted
to this clinic with forged papers.

- You were going to spy for Dr Arcos.
- No.

You and your idiotic sister.
The girl's been lucky.

If you're as stubborn as her,
you won't leave this room alive.

I don't think so.

When Dr Arcos comes
to get me out of here next week,

he and his companions will ask where I am.
And he will get me out of here.

Your loyal friend won't be able to come.
He can't.

He died the day before yesterday.

- Died?
- It was necessary.

You're Abelina Garcia,
a patient with an obsessional neurosis.

Who will believe her?
You're in my power.

And before it's time for you to die,
I want the names of your accomplices.

I don't have any. There is no conspiracy.
How can I prove it to you?

Even if you strike me dead,
I don't know anything.

- Nothing?
- Nothing at all.

I can't give you names that I don't know.

You will give them to me.
You will do it. Do you want to bet?

Because if you don't,
your guts will be flushed down the drain.

Which is what we will now prepare you for.
Take oft your coat.

Take oft the coat!

- Faster.
- Please, Marquesa.

Don't worry. I'm going to have some fun
with your sister first.

- No.
- Yes, I will. She's for it.

Spare Rosa. Please. Please!

- You must love this lying bitch very much.
- Take me instead.

She's suffered enough.
She doesn't know anything.

That is precisely her problem.
And we have to eradicate it once and for all.

No, please, ask of me whatever you want,
but don't harm her.

I will ask something of you, don't worry.

- Ah, just on time, as usual. Hello, sir.
- Hello, señor.

- Here are the racy films I promised.
- Thank you.

We took many of your suggestions
into account when we made the films.

That's great. 30 reels. OK.

The last material was superb, by the way.

If business keeps going this well...

I am sure that this will surpass
your expectations.

- We'll see.
- Certainly.

10,000.

- 50,000. Please check.
- Not necessary between gentlemen.

By the way, money won't be an issue,
if you comply with a special request.

And what is that? We're very flexible.

OK, imagine a murder -

I'm not talking about a simulated one,
but a real one.

A dying scene - violent and highly erotic,

a cannibalistic apocalypse, in which
a sex-obsessed woman is the victim.

- Something that's never been done before?
- Exactly.

But the murder really has to be committed.
We want something absolutely realistic.

This is your chance to make $100,000.

For Christ's sake, I can't get it into the hole.

No cock.
A little willy's not yet a proper cock...

Now I've got you.
Shit!

...it will grow.

- The hole is always too small.
- Oh, stop it, will you?

You don't want my help anyway. It's a pity.

No, I prefer to do it to myself.

...with the mouth and with the hand
for the fatherland...

- Come here for a second.
- Damn!

- Interesting.
- Are there any men down there?

Guys! And just look at the trousers
they're wearing.

Wow, what a fancy car!

Look who's getting out of it.
His chest is covered in medals.

Who on earth can that be?

I have no idea, but I could imagine that it
will get embarrassing for the Marquesa.

Stand in line, everybody.
Hurry up. Chop-chop.

I don't want any of you to say a word.
I expect exemplary behaviour.

You'll be quiet.
Woe betide anyone who tries to talk bullshit.

- Who are they?
- It's an inspection.

Be prepared.

I don't believe for one second
that they will do anything.

Professor Rosenthal
and Amnesty International

have requested an inspection of this clinic.
The government has granted their request.

It is suspected that the methods that are
employed in this clinic are out-of-date.

The government was also asked
to release a patient.

Of course we are at your service.
We have nothing to hide.

I'm sure
that a thorough inspection of this clinic

will dispel Professor Rosenthal's
unsubstantiated suspicions.

What's the name of the prisoner
whose release is requested?

- Abbie Phillips.
- Abbie Phillips?

I don't recall having a patient of that name.

She was admitted to your clinic under the
name of Abelina Garcia eight weeks ago.

Garcia? Señor Rego,
go and get me Abelina Garcia's file, please.

- So this patient is here under a pseudonym.
- Yes.

I see, Abelina was admitted
at the instigation of Dr Arcos.

I know. He wrote it to me
on the day he was murdered.

As far as we know,

a terrorist organisation is responsible
for the unexplained death of Dr Arcos.

So many esteemed people
are assassinated. I feel very sorry for him.

I've had quite a lot of contact with Dr Arcos
lately. He had entrusted Abelina to me.

She's a patient that means a lot to me.
Such a lovely, helpless thing.

But if the government has granted
the request, I will of course hand her over.

Señor Rego, please arrange everything
for the handing over of Number 41.

And now, gentlemen,
I would like you to tell me

if you intend
to inspect the clinic with or without me.

Attention, everybody!
Stand up to welcome visitors.

- What are you waiting for?
- You too, at the back.

That's better.

And now...smile.

- And these are the dormitories.
- I see. Good morning.

- Say hello to the gentlemen, dear children.
- Good morning.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Good girls.

Good morning,
good morning, good morning.

I wonder what led to these defamations.

I'm glad we complied
with the gentlemen's request.

A clinic like yours deserves support.

Thank you for your praise
and for your visit.

Bring the patient to me.

As you can see, it's a very tragic case.

It's got all the characteristics of an acute
episode of her catatonic schizophrenia.

- A hopeless case.
- We shall examine that.

- Professor.
- Marquesa.

Goodbye.

Dear Professor Rosenthal,
Your Excellencies, I am Greta del Pino.

If you think that you can catch on to me,

then you have a lot to learn, gentlemen.

I rule here.
I have command over life and death.

All that counts here is my orders,
and nothing but my orders.

Nothing.

You, Juana? What do you want?

Why did you come in without knocking?

- I want to tell you something.
- Fine. Shut the door.

All right then, don't. What's the matter?

Come on, out with it.

Don't keep me in suspense.

- Well?
- We're going to miss your winsome nature.

- We're going to miss your friendly smile.
- But...

Get out! Buzz oft!

Are you completely crazy? Get out!

Buzz off! Go on.

- No.
- My God, the penny's dropped.

- No.
- Get her!

- It's all over.
- We'll destroy you.

- This is the reckoning.
- We'll send you to the hell you sent us to.

An electric shock, but ten times as powerful.

Help! Rego!

Help!