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At 22, she divided her existence between her filthy profession...

And friendships based on many misunderstandings.

At 10 years old he had decided: "I'll be a poisoner when I grow up."

The kid had a small laboratory in his bedroom...

Where he prepared poisons to administer to his relatives.

The husband who sold his wife was stabbed to death by the buyer.

Perverted headmistress forces her students to have sex lessons with museum statues.

She photographed the girls while they had simulated sex with the marble statues.

She was arrested.

She disfigured her 7 year old daughter to prevent her from revealing her crimes.

Horrendous end for a prostitue, loved also by women.

The sadistic lover of old women...

A case without precedence in the annals of criminology.

The mysterious maniac has strangled and maimed ten victims so far...

The youngest was 68, the oldest, 88.

As later maintained successively by Jung, Adler, Reich...

Each one with their own slightly different interpretation.

They have completely attributed environment and childhood trauma...

The first reason of sexual conduct.

Later, we'll discuss the classification of the various anomalies...

...and their origins.

But first I want to cite two documented cases...

From news extracts studied in detail by Krafft-Ebing.

Lubicht Eul.

I'll go.

It's Eul.

You take care of him, I find him revolting.

Good morning, lady whore. -This way, kid.

Behave.

Good, Bobby. Behave.

And how did they explain it, Krafft-Ebing...

And the other Freudian psychoanalysts...

This abberant perversion?

With the same recklessness we can still observe today...

In the realm of many families where promiscuous affection...

...dominates between dogs and people.

In specific cases it appears through...

Through...

Through incontrevertible evidence...

The infant Lubicht Eul was often neglected.

Nice doggy.

My little one.

Come on. Behave.

That image remained impressed in the subconscious of Lubicht Eul.

And, at that critical age, this traumatic encounter proved decisive.

The connection in Eul's consciousness between the dogs happiness in his mother's hands...

And the violence unleashed against him...

At his first sight of authentic sexual curiosity...

Was rapid and immediate.

This is a case of zoophilia of metaphorical character.

But we have more serious cases of direct zoophilia...

The brutal sexuality that connects men to beasts.

The Kinsey report tells us that...

In the last ten years, 65% of American countrymen...

Have had relations with animals.

Freud and Krafft-Ebing affirm that the relationship between man and animals...

...goes back to the dawn of humanity.

To validate Freud and Krafft-Ebing's ideas...

One only needs to look at works of art throughout the ages...

From the legend of Pasifae, to Salvador Dali.

He tortured and killed women...

Because he couldn't possess them to due to the enormous proportions of his sex.

Hans Jacobs says he would satisy himself with incomplete relationships.

Until a certain night in December...

That night, in exasperated hysteria...

He decided to possess a woman normally, at any cost.

And Bridget came along.

But it's beautiful.

It's too beautiful to be real. -But it is real.

It belonged to my mother. Make yourself comfortable.

I'm going to have a shower to get the whisky out of my brain.

But if it is real, it's madness. To go crazy over.

Hans, I'm coming to have a shower with you.

No!

It's not possible.

It's not possible.

Are you joking? I've slept with so many women.

With that thing? I don't believe you.

Honestly. -I don't believe you.

No woman would want you, you're beastly.

But they do.

I assure you.

Many times. -No.

And with many women. -No, I don't believe you.

You're a beast. It's not possible.

Don't let it get you down.

But it does. Yes!

What are you doing? Look, I'll kiss you.

No, no. Don't squeeze, it hurts.

I want you awake.

No, I don't want to.

Please don't.

I'll do whatever you want, but not like this.

I'm begging you.

I'll do whatever you want. Listen...

Let go of me.

His case was widely reported in the newspapers.

Hans Jacobs hung himself in an asylum for the criminally insane in Hamburg.

This is a case of sadism originating from a disconcerting physical anomaly.

In this regard, I'll cite a case that's completely the opposite.

We'll pass from the classification of these perversions...

From authentic sadism to imaginary masochism.

I'm covered in bruises, doctor.,

It was my boyfriend. He seemed so nice.

Then, one night, at his place...

He was by himself. No, with a friend...

He wanted me to take a drug.

Drink. -I don't want to.

No?

Eat it. Come on.

Do you prefer the left or the right?

Let's drug her, she'll be more willing

Give her something to drink. -Yes.

All done. Now get down.

Get down.

But I know what he wanted, he wanted to excite me.

He did it with the drug, the imaginary madness.

Then he left me there, alone, asking myself why?

May I? -Hi, how are you?

Excuse me, sit here. -No, that's my place...

I'll sit there.

She wasn't going to steal it.

Let's return to Evelyn's case...

Her compulsive lying was formed with the continuous daily diet...

...of inappropriate stories, and false reportage...

...that films, newspapers and magazines...

...had exposed her to at an age that wasn't appropriate to receive them.

But there will always remain, at the base of any deformity...

That flux that reaches the blood before it reaches the brain...

From an irreversible education of species...

Where sex is still viewed as a sin.

Willem Reich furiously attacked the presumptions of traditional morality.

And he predicted the sexual revolution that's happening today.

And, as in any revolutionary movement...

It has passed from one excess to another.

One only needs to look inside many youth disco's...

To understand that it's not about 'discoteques' anymore...

But 'sexoteques'.

A famous sociologist, Adam Bertellis, believes the dance beats...

...should be regarded in the same way as erotic celebrations of a pagan nature.

It's true, the rhythmic beats free the instincts and kill inhibitions.

Unexpected contact with dance partners exalts the eroticism.

I let myself go.

And in London, the revolutionary London of today.

The 'girl gangs' were inspired by the teddyboys...

Skinheads, Hells Angels.

Their only difference being they don't dress distinctively.

There must be a reason for all of this?

I want to move on immediately to a sexual anomaly...

...that goes by the name of gerontofilia.

Which, in a certain sense, is connected to a persons need...

To feel protected, respected, loved even...

By personalities they consider dominant.

Do you really believe gerontofilia is an anomaly rather than a choice?

Explain your question more clearly. -I'll explain with an example, mine.

I had my first sexual experience when I was 14...

With a classmate.

I've taken lots of notes but I don't understand any of it.

You're going too fast, I'm not there yet.

I'm so late, Helen. You forgot to call me.

Still studying? I have to go out, dear.

We'll be here for another hour. -I'll be at the salon if you need me.

I left the record player on, turn it off.

Yes, Mummy.

She's hopeless.

She really is hopeless.

Helen.

Let's listen to it.

Idiot.

A little break won't hurt. Don't you want to?

No.

Stay still. -Stop it.

Let go of me. -No.

Stop it.

No, I don't want to.

I don't want to.

I don't want to.

Let go of me.

I don't want to.

That physical violence shattered my moral integrity.

That bestial act remained lodged in my brain.

I hated all young people when I was with Jurg...

I saw them as despicable beasts.

Only capable of hate and violence.

So I tried to shake my desperation with unnatural acts of madness.

But it only ended in sorrow and isolated delusion.

Being with my father was the only refuge I had.

I adored his kindness, his goodwill.

I could smile again when I was with him.

I got to know Edmund. He was one of father's friends.

He had the same kindness, the same goodwill.

He was also the same age as my father.

I loved him so much.

He made me forget the violence I had suffered and my repulsion for men.

I fell madly in love with him.

We were happy just to be together.

Autumn passed, Winter...

And Spring returned.

I longed for his tenderness.

And one day, it seemed only natural to tell him...

I want to be yours, Edmund. -I'm a friend of your father.

I'm your father's age. You're a little girl.

But I wanted him with the same force Jurg had taken me.

And I also wanted his kindness.

The purity of his feelings.

What did I care about his age?

I believed our love would last forever.

We were so in love.

Then, one day, he said...

Goodbye, Helen. -Why?

Our time is up. -I love you.

Our love is an interlude in my Autumn...

...and in your Spring. My leaves are falling.

And your flowers are blossoming.

I love you, Edmund.

Me too.

Me too, Helen.

But goodbye.

I love you, Edmund.

I love you.

Farewell.

I never saw him again.

I looked for other men like him, I mean of his age...

For my need to love.

Is this what you call 'Gerontofilia', professor Stratford?

Yes, linked to a violent and brutal trauma.

Youngsters love to do things without thinking...

Which inevitably leads them to self destruction.

And when they realise what they've lost...

It's almost always too late.

Because I want your input in this lesson...

I'll provide you with a list of established definitions...

Determined by psychologists.

You'll go around conducting interviews, taking photos...

You'll investigate cases which are relevant to your thesis.

It's worse than starving.

It's dead tonight.

There's a transvestite, take a picture.

Want to seduce a nice widow? Here I am.

It's all fresh meat.

With the price of meat today I'd say it's a good deal.

You can even take pictures. I'm good from the front and side.

I can also be nasty.

Thanks.

We'd also like to do a short interview.

Only if you lend me your man.

I'm a poor widow.

My man ran off with my money.

He's so greedy.

Do you want to comfort this beautiful widow?

I won't eat him.

And if you don't like blondes, I can do brunette.

Bitch.

Professor Strafford...

I saw a man looking at some ladies underwear...

And I understood that he might be a fetishist.

I wanted to carry out a test to see if I was right.

Being a little flirtatious, and wearing a new pair of tights...

I attracted him to me. -Good...

You remembered that in fetishism it's an object or a garment...

...that forms the basis of the erotic fantasy.

Acting as a substitute for the person they belong to for the fetishist.

How can you explain all of this, professor?

After all, I thought I was more interesting than my legs?

The source of this morbidity occurs when the child, or adolescent...

...is forbidden contact with the person they desire.

Thus, a reversal of the libido is provoked...

...upon the objects they are carrying.

Long legs! -Perverts.

I don't do orgies.

No, let me explain, I'm a psychology student.

Come here, Anna. We're on the same course.

Stay with us for an hour, we'll pay you...

Just tell us about some of your stranger clients.

I was hoping you could help us? Right, Anna? -Yes.

Tell us about the weird ones, the oddballs.

And you'll pay me? -Yes, sure.

Listen, this isn't some excuse to try and cheat me?

I want payment in advance...

I can only help you save on tax, because I don't pay any.

Okay, lady.

Get in.

Come in. Close it, dear.

Close the door. She's a cute one...

If you were a man you'd be my type with those beautiful curls.

Look who it is! Don Abondio Propodio.

How are you? Your hair's grown back!

So...

Come this way, folks, there's room for everyone.

Don't waste time, hurry up.

If you behave I'll show you something really interesting.

Stand here and don't curse too much.

Exciting, isn't it? -Look.

Thanks, love.

You'll have to pay double for this, and we'll skip the tax.

Your breatst are a source of sin and perdition...

They're the work of the devil, they must be destroyed.

And I will iron them!

It's burns. -With fire and ice...

Your sins are erased.

And I iron. I iron.

It burns. -I iron.

I tell you it burns. Iron down there.

I'll flatten you. And I iron, iron!

Slower. -I cast away your sins.

You son of a bitch, It's hot.

I told you it burns.

Amusing, wasn't it? But he's not the only one.

Are there others who iron? -Worse.

Let go of her for a start, I'm a professional, not a ruffian.

I'll tell you about someone who's like a crossword puzzle...

He comes once a month.

Punctual like an expired payment plan.

I have to wait for him to fall asleep.

As soon as he falls asleep I have to set off the alarm.

For the 'shock', he says. I'll give him an alarm!

The fool.

It's late, the train is leaving. Come on.

Come on.

Let's go, let's go.

It's always the same, I can't change a thing.

There's another one who's obsessed with Chinese refinement.

He always comes up with something new.

I have to lie down and wait for my surprise.

He brought a snake once, I could've killed him.

But he pays well, in valuable currencies.

So...

That shot of whisky has really warmed me up.

It's your turn now!

But I don't know how to iron clothes, believe me.

Are you embarrassed because of her? -No.

When I drink I'm violent, what I like, I like.

Come here.

Resist, you can't play these games while I'm here.

What a spoil sport, I'll take care of you.

Let go of me.

Now I'll show you how to undress a student.

She's serious.

I'll show you! Take your clothes off.

Take your clothes off, I like to watch students undressing.

Get undressed. I won't stop until you do.

Go on. You like watching her undress.

Come on, beautiful. -Stop.

Go on. -No, stop it.

The scholar is undressed now. Come on.

Please stop, I'll do whatever you want.

That's enough.

Please stop.

Please don't. Let go of me.

Don't move or I'll use the whip again.

You could spend a lifetime studying that woman's desires...

But the stories she told us seemed interesting to me.

They are, and they must be catalogued, case by case.

We encountered a squalid case of homosexuality.

But the story he told us is interesting and symptomatic...

It's an accurate account of the origins of his perversions.

I'm a really ill-treated woman now...

Then something happened that if I wasn't queer I'd be embarrased to tell you.

I'll tell you in a minute. It's always school, this...

The school of life.

She knew it was getting me down.

So what did she do? She brought some pervert home with her.

"Why are you taking off your jacket?"

He didn't react, it was like I hadn't said a word.

He sat down on the bed and started caressing me.

I didn't understand anything, it was so confusing.

I wasn't sure if I liked it or hated it.

The two of them kept on stroking me.

It made such an impression on me. But, how can I explain it...

Perhaps I liked it? I don't know.

I could feel the man coming closer, right...

He was breathing on my shoulder. I was shivering all over.

"What are you doing?", I said.

And then I ended up liking that pervert more than my woman.

And now I'm here.

Beautiful, and available for all sizes.

Suddenly, a noise or a voice caught my attention.

I'm going to settle this with my shotgun.

Carmelo?

You're here. -Why aren't you with your wife?

What wife? I've got a husband.

I've lost my honour. -A husband?

But Rosalia is an adorable girl, you've had too much to drink.

Beautiful, holy, and hairy.

The virgin male, full of desire.

Panting.

Panting!

Here I come, Rosalia!

Be delicate, Carmelo.

Carmelo will touch you with his delicate hands.

Dear God!

Rosalia. You're a man!

What are you talking about? -That's a dick.

Rosalia!

Saint Rosalia, let me die, because my woman doesn't deserve your name.

Carmelo, pull yourself together.

Your wife isn't a woman anymore, it won't have any effect.

That woman has no shame, that's a man in my room.

Doctor, let me die, it would be an act of grace.

Acted out the part of a woman madly in love with him.

It was the only way to cure him.

I told you, the doctor isn't around today.

And why isn't he around?

Don't you have the courage to ask yourself why, Carmelo?

I feel dizzy. I'm going to faint.

Jesus, she fainted.

Concetta. What happened?

Don't unbutton my top, don't touch me.

Don't lay your hands on me. -But I...

It's just a respectful massage.

Don't throw your male hands on my female skin...

I should've talked to my mother before getting undressed.

I should've talked to my mother, Carmelo.

It's dishonourable.

You're a woman. A woman without a dick.

It's so dishonourable, why are you getting undressed?

I'm embarrased.

I want a wedding, a shotgun wedding.

Carmelo is an honourable man, I'll give you a shotgun wedding.

Yes!

It's heading towards self-destruction.

Excess is excess, however it manifests itself.

Mechanical pleasure, artificial reproduction...

The reign of pornography.

They're the new perversions of the consumer society.

Tormented by those images...

She fell into an obsessive form of coprolalia.

Which is the pathological desire to express oneself with obscenities.

Take your clothes off and I'll marry you, you said...

I got undressed, you screwed me...

Now you want me to take it up the ass?

Why are you asking me all these things?

Did you have a poo? I like to hear you say it.

Yes, but I didn't use the bidet, asshole.

I hate it when you tease me. -Why? If you haven't got it?

Or did you rent it tonight? -I never stopped.

I know you're my husband but I'm so used to hearing your sweet talk...

That if you don't use it now, it'll feel like I'm with someone else.

Dirty slut. -That's more like it.

You filthy animal. -Bull.

Cow.

Necrophilia is one of the most abberant aspects of human nature...

I personally cured a woman sent to me by a friend.

It's an unusual case...

But it helps us understand how the humand mind works.

The woman, Maria Luisa...

Was discoved by Johnson, a medic...

Lying on the body of a man who had died that morning.

Johnson understood that the woman needed help, not punishment...

So he managed to gain her trust, and one day he told me...

"My mother struggled to make ends meet when I was a child."

"I never knew who my father was."

"I remember my mother was seeing a young builder at that time."

"We all slept in the same room."

"I had taken up the habit of spying on my mother and her lover."

"I became morbidly attached to this habit."

"I felt great spying on their every breath."

Martha, behave. I can't.

My heart is messed up. -I want you...

I still want you.

You won't die of love.

And one morning, when mum left for work...

I couldn't surpress my desire.

No, you must stay still. Stay still or I'll leave.

I wanted to do everything I had seen my mother do to him.

But I didn't want him to move because that's how I liked him, motionless.

Stop. Stop.

You must stay still.

And that's how I always wanted him, motionless.

Only I could give him pleasure, that's how I liked it.

He could never touch me. I never had a proper relationship.

Being touched scared me.

Then, one day, Mario died. My mother was desperate.

But his death didn't seem real to me.

I still wanted to touch him, to kiss him.

And the coldness of his hand felt like the sweetest caress.

Like a fever that made my blood boil.

I don't know how to conceive another caress...

...that wasn't as cold.

It's a small step from necrophilia to necro-sadism.

Even if necro-sadism is more widely documented, sadly.

For the glamorous articles that are contiunously talked about.

Dog. -Male.

Dog. -Male.

Dog.

Male.

What name does that dog answer to?

Who is in his place? Esther, who was there?

Yes.

Yes.

It really is the need to love, and the fear of men.

That made me accept, one day...

The first caress which wasn't from a male hand.

I only came here to return your keys.

You can have them back.

Thank you.

Professor.

I think I'm in love with you. -But I'm not a woman?

Professor.

Now I'm in love with you...

I don't understand anything from my past anymore.

Why?

What are we?

We're poor spent beings.

Desperately trying to walk towards infinity.