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THE SLAVE

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As you wish, but I hoped
you'd come to Tokyo with me.

It's a great city,
but I hate all great cities.

- Here.
- Thanks.

When we married I thought
you'd come with me.

Seems you were wrong.

I'm scared you'll forget about me
when I go away.

I'm too lazy for that.

- Will you be here when I get back?
- I'm not going anywhere

- I'm sure I'll find something to do.
- I have to go, bye...

I'll write.

- Yes?
- I want to see the lady of the house.

- She's not here...
- Ah! At last.

Her photographer's here,
you'll have to wait.

I told her you're broke and
need to earn some money

- I only work so I don't get bored.
- Best not tell her that.

This is a strange house.

You think so?
It's a box of surprises.

Wait till you see the rest of it.

- Don't be shocked by anything.
- OK.

One day she decided
she'd like a secretary.

On a whim, just like that.

- Was she a big star?
- I don't know.

You must call her "Mistress".

All her other staff
are just "miss”.

But she's "Mistress".

- Let's hurry up.
- OK, in front of that light.

Best be quiet.

- And the eyes?
- Yes, open them slowly.

Let's sit down.

- Enough.
- Just a sec.

- Enough!
- Hold it

- I can't go on.
- Hold it

I'm tired, I'll see you tomorrow.

Are those real pearls?

- Yes, they're real.
- And you want to work for me?

Still, that's your business.

I don't know if Dina explained.

But I need someone who is
always silent and obedient.

Not a friend.
Someone I pay...

...who has to put up with me
because I pay them.

You see, I always do what
I like in my own home

I prefer to tell the truth,
I find it much easier.

I do and say what I want.
You may have noticed that.

I can't be around people
who disapprove of me.

Their smug faces,
their air of superiority.

Much better
that she says nothing.

She obeys,
and I don't see her or hear her.

- Think you can manage that?
- I can try.

Now, walk right over there.

Go on.

Now walk back this way.

Now what should I do?

I throw something on the floor
and you pick it up.

Get used to picking up my things,
I never do it.

Go on, pick it up.

I throw it on the floor again,
and you pick it up.

Yes.

Good...

A little smile wouldn't scare me.

You will obey me
without asking why.

Got it?

Think about it and let me know.

- If you don't like me...
- Who said that?

You can start now if you want.
Wait here for me

I have to go now.
We'll talk money when I'm back.

Listen...

I like people who use soap
and water...

I hope you're not clean on top,
but underneath...

May I?

Yes, that seems fine.

But I'd prefer you to wear a bra.

Don't worry,
I told you I was rude.

Bye... Let's go.

Don't worry about it.
She likes you.

Have a look round,
play some records...

There's the TV,
the bar's over there.

- I'll see you later.
- Dina!

Coming!

- You the new one?
- Yes.

- My name's Vittorina, and you?
- Silvia.

Sit down.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

Sit down, sit down...

You'll get expensive shoes made by
the Mistress's own cobbler.

- Aren't mine OK?
- No, the heel must be higher.

- Hi.
- Good morning, Mistress.

Thanks.

Give it to me.

Half a kilo less,
see, you did it!

- How much do you weigh, Silvia?
- 51.

- And how old are you?
- 26, Mistress.

More than me,
but you don't look it

Dina tells me
you never cut your hair.

- You'll have to show me.
- Of course, Mistress.

Is it longer than this?

No, not that long.

A fun wig, isn't it?

Better than a dressing gown.
Come...

- Mistress.
- What is it?

The dressmaker...

The invoice?

- Have you known Dina long?
- We played together as children.

Was she always like this?

Like what?

Like an idiot

Dina isn't like that, Mistress,
she's had a hard life.

She's not the only one.

You wouldn't pity her
if you knew what I know...

I'm going to be trying
something new

I'm tired of commanding servants.

Very well, Mistress.

If I told you to cut off all your hair,
would that hurt your pride?

Do you really want me to cut it?

- Would it upset you?
- I don't know.

They're yours, put them on.

Give them to her.

You know why I make
everyone wear matching shoes?

I suppose it's a uniform.

- An uncomfortable one.
- Right, but I'm the boss.

And I have the right to be more
comfortable than you

Iris! Why are you still here?
Get out!

You see how big her behind is?

To embarrass her, I always
make her wear tight clothes.

Shameless!

Now, Silvia,
why don't you sleep here?

There's a room
on the ground floor.

It'll save you the taxi fare.

Thanks, you can go.

You're not really going to stay?

It wouldn't be my first job.

Anyway, I like being
a ladies companion.

I guess it relieves the boredom.

But I don't see
how you could enjoy it

I've never understood why you work,
but it's very different here.

- You see what she's like.
- She's very difficult.

I thought you'd never
put up with it.

I have to earn a living...
but you?

Such beautiful hair.

- You called, Mistress?
- Come and help me.

Aren't they beautiful?
Sit down.

Sometimes you need
to touch money...

Look!
Or it isn't money at all...

...just numbers
on a bank statement.

See?
This is real money.

It's not like signing a cheque.

I keep this here,
as company for me

I know, that if I want...

...a whistle, a phone call...

the money's there,
and I have everything I want.

Sometimes, I think:
How much is a prostitute?

10,000 lira?
OK...

I can hire a thousand prostitutes
for a regiment of soldiers.

I once fell in love with a man
just because he was rich.

He seemed so handsome.

When he lost his money
he became like all the others.

The affair continued,
but there was no love left.

It makes me angry how some
men look down on a woman...

They say we love a man
only for his money...

But that's all some men have.

Read it.

This is the best day of my life...

Cough... Spoot.

Cough? Spoot?

What are you saying?
You can't even read.

Come on... Fight back!
Come on, defend yourself.

Come on, come on...
Do something!

I'll show you

I'll show you,
I'll beat you like a rug.

Fight back! Defend yourself.

You're lazy.

You're lazy! You're soft! Soft!

Useless...!

You've seen my mechanical horse?

Look here...

Saddle up.

Now you'll see it in action!

Are you ready, horse?

The Walk...

Faster!

The Trot!

Be a good boy, let's go now.

The Gallop...!!

What is it?
Can't I make love in peace?

What do you want?
Wait here.

Until I've finished.

Go on, off to your kennel

Silvia! Come...
In here.

- Spartaco, send Maria in.
- Yes, Mistress.

I need a smoke.

Light.

Light it.

Why that look?

It's just convenient.

In emergencies when my lover isn't
available, and I don't want to wait...

- Waiting bores me.
- And Maria”?

I told them when I hired them.

Get this -
she's saving for her dowry

10,000 a time... I found out
the price of a 2nd class call girl

Spartaco isn't worth any more,
he lacks the gift of speech.

Yes?

You called, Mistress?

Give her this.

- From the Mistress.
- Thank you, Mistress.

You see?

How many times a month do
you make love, Silvia?

I don't know.

Try always to have an answer.

How many times
a month do you make love?

Five, six times...
It depends.

That's not much.
Practice is important in such things.

Or you lose the skill,
and the will.

Making love is like eating.

Understand?

You need a constant diet.

At least three times a week

I always keep two lovers.

So one of them
is always available.

At home, I have Spartaco...

For those times when
I can't be bothered to talk to anyone.

This keeps them at arm's length

I don't bother with
boyfriends and husbands

Silvia, wake up...

- What do you want?
- What's got into you, Silvia?

Wake up.

- I'm tired, what is it?
- Get up, the Mistress needs you.

- What time is it?
- Two in the morning.

Get a move on.

Here she is.

- Have you ever been spanked?
- I'm not sure, I don't think so.

It's much better to give
than receive, trust me.

Come here.

Look at us from behind.

Well?

You're both the same size,
more or less.

Perhaps it's the hips.

Yes, hers are slightly narrower.

Take off your night dress.

Her shoulders are narrower...
but with clothes on...

Yes, with the wig...
And she'll be wearing a coat...

No-one will know.

Get the tape measure.

- Silvia, what size are your hips?
- 85 or 86, I don't know.

Measure her

86

Good, I'm 90,
just fatten her up a few centimetres.

- Can you do that?
- Yes, Mistress.

They can shoot the
scene with the slap later.

For now, just fatten her up...

Milk and potatoes,
good for her skin too.

You'll be beautiful, firm, luminous.

No fuss now...

No-one's slapping me.
And it happens 3 times in the script.

All for a film I didn't want to make.

I can't sleep from thinking about it.

They just had to include
that slap, didn't they.

If that fool Waldman had told me,
I'd have torn up the contract.

You understand
what you have to do?

Yes, Mistress.
I'm to take your place.

You must look happier, though.

You're my servant and if I want
I could make you do it for free

I'll get you a contract as a stand in.

You'll earn more than you do
from working for me.

As you wish, Mistress.

You don't really know
what it's like to get slapped.

You know nothing.

She's never had a taste of it.

She'll get a taste now.

Shall I call Spartaco?

Don't get too excited

Vittorina will do it

Vittorina, take care of it,
slap Silvia.

Step forward.

- How should I do it?
- However you like.

Ready... Now!

You call that a slap?
Harder!

Ready... Now!

You'll kill her
if you carry on like that.

- Was someone there?
- Yes, a beautiful stranger.

- No, that's just Silvia.
- Is she an actress too?

What's she doing here?

You want her?

No, I'm just curious.

So...

This Silvia...?

Who is she?

A lunatic, she has a screw loose...

I'm doing her a favour
looking after her.

She's a strange one.

We need to find a way to cure her...

- Heal her.
- Why? Is she ill?

Maybe.

She looks at herself in mirrors.

What else?

And she likes being a slave.

Is there a lesbian in the house?

You had to say something stupid.

You know I find them disgusting.

If she were,
I wouldn't have her here.

Come on, let's go.

Don't wait up,
I'm working late...

And I don't want to be
woken in the morning.

- Mr. Waldman, Mistress.
- Thank you.

- I'm changing everything.
- At your service, Empress!

The band will go here.

- I want lights in the park...
- Hello, Dina.

- We'll hang the lanterns in a row.
- The very idea of it.

Using the studio lights...
And I need 3 or 4 make up artists.

Of course, Empress.

- You like them?
- Yes, they're not too bad.

But I'm better...

- How many have you made?
- 100.

Why'd you change everything,
and why a make up artist?

Just an idea.

What's up?
Empresses don't have ideas.

Right, only you do.
You should thank me...

If not for me,
these parties would be a bore.

Whose idea was it
to put cocaine in the sugar?

Not yours, but it worked a treat.

Except for the woman who jumped
in the pool to cool down

- I've a better surprise this year.
- Ah?

- I've invented a living statue.
- And what's that?

We'll cover Silvia in plaster
on one of these pedestals.

Here, in the shadows,
she'll look like a real statue.

Our guests will love it!

Cover her in glue,
if they touch her they'll get stuck.

But is she happy to be
naked and covered in plaster?

Why not? It'll be fun.

- Will you introduce us?
- Ah, you've never met

Waldman, this is Silvia.

Try to keep still.

- You're still not done!
- It's almost finished.

You might be good,
but you're certainly slow.

The party will be over soon
if you don't hurry up

37.7, it's fine.

You look like a boiled egg.
You still want to do it?

Do you remember everything?
Just wait for my signal, alright?

Let's hope it works.
Hurry up, Rafaello.

Come along, hurry up.

You need to stand still.
Don't move.

Go away.

Help, the statue is alive!

Good stuff, Margaret.

Now watch,
they'll pounce just like rabid dogs

Margaret, can I take her home?

I want to touch that hot marble!

See, I told you.

- She's running away!
- Let's get her...

See? They all fell for it.

- She's vanished.
- She went that way!

- How do you feel?
- Not great.

Goon...
Get out of here

I'll be deducting 10,000 lira
from your wages...

You thought you'd get
away with it...

And for free.

If you want to sleep
with my driver...

You have to pay, my dear Countess.

I'm the Mistress, and I pay,
and you're only the servant.

Countess but also...

...a bit of a whore.

What are you doing?

Look!
Now you've made the sheets dirty.

The doctor says
the infection has cleared.

She's faking it.

Too bad for her,
she can stay in prison.

- The water's off?
- 3 days ago.

- But she still won't apologise.
- Then take the mirror away as well.

You see?
She's fine.

Come on, eat.

You should be grateful
she only punished you.

Take a look.

You'll get the mirror back
when you apologise.

She's here, Mistress.

I'm listening, what do you want?

- I want to apologise.
- She's seen sense at last.

Good, you may go now.

I may?

Or I must?

Listen, Countess...

I don't know what you're doing here,
or why you want to stay.

What's more, I don't care.

- But be careful.
- It's no secret, Mistress.

Stop it,
I don't want to hear your lies

I know you're up to something.

- Too bad for you.
- It's the truth, Mistress

I don't like living outside.

The noise, the people,
it frightens me.

Living here suits me.

I obey you...
and you heal me.

- Like an expensive dog.
- Like an object.

Very well, then stay...

Since the Countess is staying,
clean her up, she's absolutely filthy.

Look at the state of you.

Let's begin the make-over.
Sit down

Teresa?

- Yes?
- Come here

I've decided to cut her hair,
it's too long.

What a shame, it's so beautiful.

This should lower her pride.

- Shall !?
- Go ahead, cut it.

I told you when you first arrived.

It doesn't matter if you cut it...

Anyway, she likes being
treated like an object.

Isn't that right, Silvia?

Turn round, turn round...

That's better.
She had too much hair before.

Yes, it was all too much.

Turn around again.

They've given you
quite a fleecing.

You've lost weight too,
you look like a clothes peg.

Your clothes don't fit her anymore.

So, throw them away then.

And I can have some fun dressing her.

Good, come along now.

Let's start with black.

- This one?
- No, I don't like it.

Light colors are better...
Try this one.

Get undressed now.

That's not too bad.

Try this on.

See how pretty you look.

Now, let's slash it up the front.

So everyone will know
you aren't the Mistress.

Now we'll put this on your head.

There... Hold it still.

Walk forward.

Turn around.

Turn around.
Like that, good...

She looks like a hen.

Wait, let's try with the lead.

No one else has a
walking, talking doll like this one.

- She doesn't say very much.
- Ah, but she's thinking!

But what would she ever have
to think about?

I don't feel like it.
Take it away.

Hello, little slave...

Come on, let's go.

Get in with me.

Wash my arms,
don't scratch me with your nails.

Don't get my hair wet.

Now massage my legs,
from top to bottom.

Be careful, don't tickle me.

- Excuse me, Mistress.
- What?

- Mr. Waldman.
- Ah... Show him in

Silvia, come here, quickly.

- It's hot in here.
- So, it's true...

Empress and slave.

- You didn't believe it?
- No.

Frankly, I didn't think you were
capable of something so strange...

Yet so smart.

Slavery, in this socialist century.
My compliments...

You have my full admiration.

- Unless...
- I know what you're getting at.

I have doubts...

I doubt whether I know your tastes
as well as I thought.

I expect nothing less from
such a depraved man...

- But you know what I'm like.
- It's true, I apologise.

And you?
Why do you stay?

I don't know.

I think you know very well...

You like being a slave

I don't, I just like doing this.

You'll never get the truth out of her.
She's false, and she's a liar, right?

- Then why keep her?
- You really need to ask?

What are you suggesting?
I'm not forcing her to do it.

Don't get upset.

Having a slave
is nothing to be ashamed of.

But, does she really do
everything you order her to?

Silvia, get down.

On the floor.

She makes quite a good foot rest.

What if you order her to undress
in front of me?

Silvia, you heard.
Undress.

Stop!

No strip tease.

Get dressed, and go back to bed.

- I bore you, don't !?
- Yes.

- I need you.
- Deal with it.

Don't pull your head back
before he slaps you.

You have to be surprised by it.

Or you just look scared, got it?

- I look like a sack of potatoes.
- Let's do it again, just the slap.

- I'm sorry, Silvia.
- Encounter by the Lake, take 5.

- Silvia, did I hurt you?
- Al little, but I expected that.

I just wanted to say sorry.

- Have you acted before?
- No.

You wanted to try it...

Why?
What are you doing here?

What do you do at Margaret's?

I work.

You know Margaret thinks you're crazy.

- Do you believe her?
- No, of course not.

That's only because
you don't know.

Don't know? Don't know what?

Silvia, what is it?

- Sometimes I believe it.
- That she's crazy?

- That I'm crazy.
- No

Silvia! Silvia!

What are you doing?
Hurry up, the Mistress is waiting.

- Talk to Alessio about the photos.
- Thank you, goodbye.

Let's go.

Poor Countess, wounded and hurt.
Feeling better?

Let me see...
No, it's nothing.

- But he's an animal!
- Margaret.

- Aren't you dining with us?
- No chance

I'm going back to my den.
Goodbye.

- You're not getting changed?
- No, goodnight.

Thank God today is over.

Take off my boots.

Massage them.

Put some effort into it.

Now you know why I don't
like getting slapped around...

Right, it hurts...
But for you, it's good...

It's good for you, Countess.
If you knew how much I'd taken.

Not only in the movies.

Look at all this traffic.

Wake up, Spartaco,
overtake that car.

And will you cheer up?
You look like a frightened chicken.

I'm fine at home.
I never want to go out again.

- Hello?
- Sylvia? It's Franco.

- Margaret's not here.
- Hello? Sylvia?

- Hello, Sylvia?
- Margaret's not here.

Don't you like being touched?

Please shut up.

Look...

Do you like those two?

I'm cold.

But it's so hot in here.

I should probably leave,
Margaret might come back.

It's still early.
Are you disappointed?

Me? Not at all.
Why?

You thought I enjoyed watching us
in the mirror...

You were wrong.

But, if it pleases you, I can say
you were the best I've ever had.

- Happy?
- But I don't know if you're happy.

Do you want a drink?

Wait

Iris...! Maria...!

I heard footsteps.

Someone's there.

Now what?

It's only Vittorina

Margaret won't be back for hours.

- We have time.
- Time! Time for what?

We're locked in.

Here, get dressed.

It's hopeless, we're trapped.

What are you doing?
You're still naked.

She mustn't find us like this.

- Break that mirror and escape.
- Yes...

That would make it obvious.
She can't find out about us.

We'll think of an excuse.

Say you weren't feeling well.

Would it really upset you?

Margaret means a lot to me.

- Do you love her?
- I said she means a lot to me.

Now you'll be kicked out,
and I'll be punished.

You are crazy.

I can punish her how I like.

Say she had an expression
on her face I didn't like.

Or she stole something of mine...

...even just a comb,
I'd throw it out the window...

And give her what she deserved.

And you?

You think she has the right
to punish you?

Well, then.

- But she believes she does.
- Exactly.

- She's also been whipped.
- Whipped?

Really?
What happened?

Did you whip her?

Me?
Are you crazy?

Vittorina takes care of such things.

Perfect symmetry...

The Mistress, the Slave...

and the Witch

I guess there had to be
some flagellation too.

So, tell me what happened.

She took me to the bathroom
...and told me to undress.

- And you helped?
- No.

Your questions are starting
to annoy me.

Do you have any more?

Don't you want to get revenge
on your Mistress?

Not at all.

That's all I need!

She knows she deserved it

Vittorina, untie her.

And massage her wrists and ankles

I've had enough, let's go.

No, Margaret, I disagree,
you're wrong to punish Silvia.

It means you still treat
her like a human being.

You don't punish an object,
you use it.

Yes, you have a slave,
but you still don't know...

...what it means to have another
person at your beck and call.

Who'll do anything you ask.

And are thereby turned
into an object.

- So what should I do with her?
- Silvia, come here.

Sit down.

Tell me...

What do you feel for her?
Hate?

Go on, tell him.

Love? Admiration?

She's the Mistress,
she feeds me, clothes me...

- ...she takes care of me.
- You don't have anyone else?

- Nothing else in your life?
- Only irritation and boredom.

And here...?
You're happy here?

Not always.

Not always.

Only when the Mistress needs me...

Or when everyone's out
and I'm alone.

Being at home,
with nothing to do or say...

At peace.

Waiting only for my Mistress
to return and give me orders.

- She's lying.
- She's telling the truth.

It's incredible...

Slavery in all its splendor.

An empress just has to appear
and the slaves come running.

The world is full of
submissive desires.

It isn't just about sex,
you know.

Most people are scared of freedom,
they don't want it.

Freedom means responsibility,
risk...

And people don't want risk,
they want security.

This one loves slavery so much,
she falls in love with the master.

You're wrong, she doesn't
love anyone but herself.

She loves what you do to her.

And you can do
whatever you want with her.

What would you say if she
turned you into an erotic object?

I don't think
that's the Mistress's wish.

She could watch us making love,
without participating...

Sitting there, like a dog.

Or we could cover her skin with
gold leaf and precious stones.

And perform a tiny operation
on her vocal chords.

Stop it.
You're a monster.

I'm only joking

Silvia is yours
and mustn't be touched.

But we could do so many
things together

I could. Not you.

Let me try for a moment,
you'll find that you like it.

And she'll like it, too.
You'll see.

Don't you want more?

To start with, get on your knees.

- What's that?
- To stop her talking.

It used to be called the
"Sphere of Angosh".

We can do anything we like to her
with this, she won't make a sound.

Stick out your tongue.

Enough

Waldman, you're starting
to disappoint me.

- Your bed is ready, Mistress.
- I know, but I'm not tired.

Well?
You're still here?

I know how to get into bed.
Now get out!

Shut the doors, and go to sleep.

We're alone now, Mistress.

- So?
- Nothing, Mistress.

You, bring me a magazine.

Not that one, it's old.
Idiot!

- Don't make that face at me.
- What face?

- You smiled when you looked at me.
- No, Mistress, I smiled afterwards.

- But why did you smile?
- I don't know.

You don't know?
You just can't be bothered.

What should I say?

Get me a glass of water.
Go on.

- You did that on purpose!
- No, Mistress.

So insolent!
You deserve...

Do you want to whip me, Mistress?

Yes, I want to whip you

Silvia...
You're crying, Silvia.

Come on, it didn't hurt that much

Silvia, stop it

I promise I won't do it again.
Do you feel better now?

You know I was only joking.

Now you're laughing!

Come here.
Stay still...

Still, still, still...!

I won't stop. I'll do it till you die!
Till you die! Till you die!

What horrible hands.
You could use some nail polish

I'll get it, it has to be done.

You know what?
I'll paint each nail a different color.

Yes?

Have you ever thought
about having children?

No, never.

To be honest,
I never thought about it either.

My career came first,
but what about you?

You're healthy, and all that.

What did you want to be
when you were a kid?

I don't know. Nothing, I think

I never made my mind up.
Not even then.

Anything was fine for me,
so long as it made lots of money.

I was born to be a Mistress,
to command.

But what about you?
You'll have to do something.

I'm fine here,
I never want to leave.

Of course you'll stay, you know
I appreciate all the things I own.

You'll stay.

And you...?

Aren't you tired?

Stay, if you want.

Goodnight.

Get out...!
Go back to your room!

Get out!

It seems a rather boring thing to me.

Yet, look at Indian temples.

The endless use of the same image,
like the symbol of life.

So, do you consider vice an escape?
Vice, or some other obsession.

To escape from the routine?

Yes. Though vice too, can become
too much, don't you think?

True, vice too can become routine.

And so, we grow old.

Goethe said men believe they mature
when they grow old.

In fact, they either harden, or rot.

What does the Mistress
want to do?

- Is she ready?
- One moment.

Hurry up, she's calling

Dina, what is going on?

Tell me

I told you so often to leave.

At least I've an excuse,
I have to work because I'm poor.

But you?

Right, let's go.

Come on.

Put this on,
the Mistress orders it.

Here she is.

As I told you, tonight I'm auctioning
a slave to the highest bidder.

Who is she?

- Is it a game?
- No, it's not a game.

She's a rival king's daughter,
and my prisoner.

A slave.
Not a person, an object...

The buyer can do
what they like to her.

But who is she?
Is she a film star?

No, she's a real slave,
and I really am selling her

Vittorina, bring her on.

Now, show her to these gentlemen.

Beautiful, no?

- A luxurious object.
- Quite right...

Look at that perfect body,
gentlemen...

Thanks Vittorina, you can go.

Look at these hands, gentlemen,
they're oozing class.

You know it would be great
if this was real...

To buy a woman like that...
A slave like that.

She must be a prostitute.

But why?
I like to think it's real.

Just think,
this used to be normal.

What fools we've become.

I think the idea of selling
someone is quite exciting.

Come here, you're an expert.

Look at those legs.

Look at the shape of the wrist.

Look at the ankles.

A superb specimen.

What's the price?

- I'll buy her.
- No, hold on a moment...

You must bid, it's an auction.

We start on a million,
and go up in increments of 500.

Who's going to start?

It's an exceptional offer!

Gentlemen, the auction is open.
It's a magnificent specimen.

Come on, gentlemen, come on...

- Who's going to buy her?
- One and a half.

- Two.
- Two and a half.

- She's worth so much more.
- I assure you she's good value.

To feed her, make her pretty...

Take care of her, educate her...
It's been an expensive job

3 million!

3 million from the gentleman.
Very good!

3 million going once...

3 million twice...

- Three and a half!
- Don't be mean.

She's very docile...
House trained...

And she can be moulded according
to her master or mistress's tastes.

- Come on, we're at 3.5
- Can I bid as well?

- I'm not selling her to you.
- Three and a half.

Four!

Four and half!

Five and a half!

Any more bids?
No?

She's yours, sir...

The highest bidder.

You were wrong,
she's not what you expected.

I'm sad you're leaving.
I wanted to tell you...

You can always come to me
if you need anything.

- Goodbye, Mistress.
- You can go, Dina.

Remember,
it isn't a real contract...

You can always go back home
and live a normal life...

You're not well, and you know it.

I'm not strong like you, Mistress.

If I fell in love, it's because with you
I don't feel as alone as I used to.

And that's why I sold you.

To help your recovery.

All I ever wanted
was to look at you...

...and feel protected.

Perhaps because I don't deserve it,
or I've loved so few.

Something is still waiting for me.

Peace...

Or a certain balance.

Look, I don't know if this
is the reason...

But I do know that what happens
next will depend on you.

It frightens me to think about it.

You always expect
something from others.

And this is wrong...

You must learn to live
with people

I'm telling you,
it's not as hard as you think.

You have to do something...

You have to decide.

You can't spend your life
looking in mirrors.

Good luck, Silvia...
I really mean it.

THE END