All language subtitles for Barbed Wire Dolls (1976)

- Get back!
- Yes, yes.

Please... let me have just
a little, little bit.

- Just a bite...
- Get back, I said!

Please, take pity on
me. Six days in this hole...

I'm so hungry!

You belong in this hole!

Se�or, please give
me something to eat.

- Just a few scraps.
- Shut up! Get down!

I have to eat. Then I can
do anything. I must eat, eat!

I have to eat, to eat!

- You'll be eating up state funds.
- Then I can stuff myself with that.

- OK, as you wish.
- You think the others will understand'?

You only ever think about yourself.

Please... Please let me
eat this bowl of noodles.

Then I'll do anything you want me to.

If I could just be
allowed to eat something...

- Keep your paws off!
- No, I just want to touch it.

- I won't eat anything.
- That's enough, do you hear me?

- Yes, I only want to touch it...
- Get back!

You want to pig out and whore around

rather than become a useful
member of society.

But I will teach you some manners.

By force, if necessary.

You stirred up your fellow
prisoners against me.

- But, se�or
- You wanted to escape.

No, never.

- Admit it!
- What should I admit?

- You denied the Governor.
- I said that the Governor is not God.

- For you, he is God.
- I worship him, se�or.

I worship the director of
this institution, where I belong,

the doctor and warders, and I
worship this lovely, lovely food.

- Stand up.
- I can't!

You don't want to, you greedy
cow. But I will break your will.

- Yes, se�or.
- Yes, senor.

Rescue me. You can kill me, but
you can't leave me to starve.

Don't leave me to starve. I
don't have the strength. I can't.

If you could slide the bowl just a little
bit nearer, then I could reach it.

I just want to reach it. I don't
want to eat it, just touch it.

It's just so close! So close!

Go on, kick it towards me.

Give the bowl a kick. Please,
you are so strong!

- Look at that! Come and see.
- What is it?

Another one? Who can that be?

Se�ora Isabella, the noble's
president widow herself.

Don't joke.

Joke? She's here to have an orgy with
us. Her lovers have given her the push.

Now she's doing it
with lower-class girls.

I always wanted to kick
a muchacha's ass.

Stop moaning! Move!

What a wonderful moment it
would be if she begged my favor.

I'd smash her face in.

Or she'd smash yours.

- There'|| definitely be a party
- Oh, I love parties!

- Oh, shit.
- You'll be there too, won't you?

Yes, the lovely Bertha shall
be queen of the ball.

And I, Rosario, shall eat
cake until I'm all full up.

Stop all this talk of
food. That's not on.

But for love or, one hell of a
laugh, you don't have anything to hand,

you funny old stick.

I feel so safe with you.

You are my guardian angels.

I had plenty of worries in my
metal shack, but no guardian angels.

She's cracking up again.

You overestimate your
influence on our state judicial system.

I am still the
director of this prison.

You have me to thank
that you are with us.

If you prefer to spend
your life sentence in Marismas

where the women work 14 hours
a day in the salt mines,

I can transfer you there.

At your trial I became convinced that the
murderer must have been mentally ill.

I am therefore going to
put you in the special section,

which we regard not as a punishment
zone, but as a rehabilitation center.

In our efforts to return mentally
ill prisoners to work

we leave no stone unturned.

So don't think you will be
handled with kid gloves in there.

To prove the
seriousness of our intentions,

and to give you the chance to
calm your strained nerves,

you will be put in solitary
confinement. Take her away.

Just one little formality.

Please sign your consent
form for electric shock therapy.

Nestor, come in here.

Yes, Your
Excellency. Your Excellency?

Now, we had the case
of poor Jolita Mur�n.

Yes, she is waiting
for you to receive her.

What impression does she give?

I'm not sure, but she
is by no means stupid.

- Quite the opposite. How can I say...?
- Right, I'll expect her tonight.

- Yes, sir!
- Now, go.

Yes, sir!

Oh, I wish she'd shut
up! I'm exhausted.

What are they doing to
her? She's braying like an ox!

We are all in
purgatory. This is a shit game.

Don't get upset about it.

You're right, it's a shit game.

They play it day and night. That's
how they pass the time.

They played it with me too.

I wonder if her worship, the
president's whore, will be joining the party.

That would give the rich
bent very deep pleasure.

- A one-penny whore like
me... - You're no whore.

Who wriggles around in the dill.

- A piece of shit like
me. - You're so good-natured.

I'm good at hacking their eyes
out, those so-called refined madames.

I'll spit on their ugly faces even
if they trample me to death.

Stop your sniveling That
won't bring Jesus here.

Your Excellency has
been very good to me.

You've even approached the
director on my behalf. Thank you.

As conclusive evidence of my trust, I am
giving you a chance to show your gratitude

Please go ahead.

If your excellency were to
derive pleasure from my body,

it would give me great satisfaction.

Are you crazy!

Touching me like that?

A filthy little anarchist who has the
cheek to provoke a man in my position?

That is simply outrageous!

Nestor!

- Please don't call him!
- Are you trying to tell me what to do'?

Nestor!

Nestor!

Your Excellency?

Give her one.

- Yes, sir.
- Take it out of her.

The randy little piece of dill who
thinks she can lay into a governor.

Now, my little pig, I'll
have some fun with you.

Come on.

Keep nice and quiet, do you hear?

Stay lying down.

Anything special to
report from the night watch?

- No, nothing, Captain.
- Good.

You're on duty again tonight.

The time has nearly come.

It's not long until it's Mardi Gras.

And I'll run towards the
rainbow until I find its end.

It won't be able to get away.

Oh, and then we'll get presents.

Santa will bring me a pretty doll
and the room will be full of flowers.

It'll be glorious!

Oh, I really want a doll!

Then take me. I'm one
- made of flesh and blood.

You'll get a handsome, strong man.

What's up? Don't you
want to play, Bertha?

Let the clove of peace sleep.

The only time you're
peaceful is when you're asleep.

Leave me in peace.

Leave me in peace!

What's got into you, little lamb?

Don't you fancy me? Don't
you want to do it with me?

Stop being so stupid,
OK? Stop it, damn it!

Calm down, sweetheart. Tell
us what's on your mind.

It was my brother. He was
against the revolution.

He wanted to bust the
comrades and they told me to kill him.

Well, that's great. He's
better off than you now.

He'll go to heaven to spend
eternity up there with the big shots.

Just think, he'll be able
to pick up Joan of Arc.

All those whores -

the Pompadour, Marie
Antoinette, and whatever they're all called.

Or even Cleopatra. Oh,
what prospects the man has!

When my time comes, I'll sleep with Jack
the Ripper and Porfirio Rubirosa.

All right, I'll stop now.

Tell the director that
I wish to speak to her.

- Do you know where I can find her?
- No, se�or.

No? Then go and...

- I wasn't notified
of your visit, Governor.

We'll come straight down.

Don't bother, I'll be
up there in no time.

I'm sorry to turn up unannounced but
there are important circumstances.

- How are you, dear friends?
- Is this matter really so important?

I think so, mostly because it could
have deeply unpleasant consequences for you.

Read this.

Excellency, prisoners are
tortured daily in an isolation cell.

"Demand that the director
allows you to take a look. Help us. "

- I want to know who...
- Without doubt, a prisoner.

They've been able to
smuggle out secret messages.

I regret this embarrassing
incident. I promise it won't happen again.

It's in your best
interests, not in mine.

The next letter could end
up at the wrong address.

I recognize this
handwriting from somewhere.

I must check my documents.

I'll find out.

I know you, and you know me.

You know that I loathe big
words and solemn speeches,

and that I never
wag my finger at you.

But owing to a sad incident, I find
myself forced to bring you all together,

even those of you who are
in need of special treatment.

It's an event of almost
tragic proportions

but that which has gone
before is a far greater tragedy

and is therefore
justifiable with any means.

There is a traitor amongst you.

Yes, you heard right, a traitor.

A woman without
shame who is not content

that we are allowing her to
serve her sentence for her crime.

She has had the audacity

to claim in an official
letter to the Governor of the island

that there is an isolation
cell within these walls

where people are
tortured on a daily basis.

Naturally we managed to succeed in
catching this pamphlet of lies in time.

It is astonishing that a warder...

undoubtedly lowered
them self to support

this betrayal and
inconceivable revolt against discipline.

I have no doubt that the cowardly renegades
who were capable of this deed

will not have the
courage to make themselves known.

That is a shame, because it forces me to
sharpen prison discipline for everyone.

Unfortunately, for all these
reasons it is unavoidable

that innocent people will
be the ones to suffer

for as long as the council of justice
is unable to catch this hypocrite.

With immediate effect, food
rations will be reduced by half.

Any insubordination will be
punished with solitary confinement.

That should give the guilty party
the chance to come to their senses

or those in the know the chance to bring
the perpetrators of this shameful slander

to punishment.

You do not owe them any respect

because they consider you good enough
to carry their sins on your shoulders.

Those prisoners who haven't
been with us very long,

heed the following warning:

if we cannot make people
regret their crimes

and agree with their sentence,

they will be shown
merciless severity.

Experience has proved

that each and every one of
you will come to your senses

with appropriately strict discipline.

YOU seem nervous.

- Yes.
- All right, you owe me 17 pesos.

And this time, you old
cheat, you're going to pay me.

That letter has unsettled me.

If someone puts the
government onto us,

they will certainly
uncover that I'm not Dr Moore.

None of those are
tickers will come near here.

Those at the top are in too much
of a tight spot to worry about us.

But my conscience... Doesn't
that mean anything to you'?

Enough! I can do without
your moralistic preaching.

I am proud of what
I've achieved thus far.

They send us the
scum, the city vagrants,

the dark figures from the slums.

Lice-ridden wastrels,
starving wretches,

low-life rabble who've never lifted
a finger to earn a loaf of bread,

they are condemned to perish.

Do you think they care about us? They'd
make mincemeat of us if they could!

What else can we do but
treat them like animals?

And animals are beaten when
they don't do as they're told.

And if the cat has too many
offspring, you drown them.

What use are mangy cats otherwise?

Vermin are gassed, worms
are eaten by birds...

We lock them up in cages, and that's
how to go about dealing with this riffraff.

The kicks that we dole out
to them are an honor for them.

But don't forget they're gaining
influence with some people.

With the rebels.

Forget that. Shouting and
demonstrations shake the world on its foundations

- ...but power belongs to us.
- We could lose it

if we don't find out soon who
it was who denounced us.

I think the Governor could
actually support the girl.

And who claimed that
he could find her? You.

Only a few can actually
write, which made things easier.

I have a well-founded suspicion that
it's Bertha Contrini, a lifer.

Fearing what you
might do, I kept quiet.

I don't want to put heart
failure on another death certificate.

If a doctor performed
a post mortem...

You will write what I tell you to.

Otherwise, the head prefect of
government prisons will learn

that Dr Moore was
replaced by the nurse Carlos Costa

who took over as prison
doctor two years ago.

A scrupulous murderer who
keeps accessories in check

by repressing and threatening them.

Let's play on.

Wait.

Come here.

Come here, I said.

You go along.

You two wait here.

Come with us, please.

No, not here. The next cell.

Jos�! Damn it, where is he?

- Oh, what an honor.
- Open up, Jos�!

The old hag herself.

Well, Cortina, how are you?

I can't complain, thank you.

You will stay here,

in the company of a
murderer, a madwoman and a prostitute.

Amusing and as you
can see, comfortable.

If you find it so
amusing, why don't you sleep here?

Such impudence!

Look at your bed, for the last time!

Take her away, to Special Treatment.

That's your place now.

What's your name, Madonna?

My name? Maria.

My name is Pompadour, like the
one who made the French king so horny.

But you don't have
to call me majesty.

- Virgin Mary...
- Leave me alone!

I'm pleased to meet
you. Another friend!

Making a friend is as hard as
grasping the sun with your hands.

But now we have another one.
Isn't that lovely, Pompadour?

Yes. Come in.

Come in!

- You can go, Jos�. Don't let anyone in
- Yes, madam.

Now, I think we have taught
you a necessary lesson.

There are ways of getting your
presumptuousness out of you.

You have brought this on yourself.

We won't let any of you lot enslave
us, no matter how refined your methods are,

...and least of all you.

- I beg your
forgiveness. Please forgive me.

Take your overall off.

As you wish.

What else would you like
me to do, se�ora?

- On your knees!
- On...

- Kneel down!
- Yes, madam. Yes, of course.

- Chop-chop! - Exactly as
you wish. I'll do anything.

- Slide over here.
- Anything you want, se�ora.

Then slide towards
me! Or are you deaf?

No, no, se�ora.

Just give me your orders... Give
me your orders, and I'll do anything.

Anything'

Just tell me what you
want, what I should do, se�ora.

I'll fully comply
with whatever you wish.

It's seven months since
you were brought here.

You were a virgin. Is
that still the case?

Yes.

I am.

Lie flat on your stomach.

Here, over the table.

You aren't a virgin.
That much is certain.

Can you say how
come you're not a virgin?

No. I haven't done anything.

I don't know. I really don't know.

But you were a virgin.

- Do you do it to yourself?
- Yes.

I didn't want to at
first, but then I did it anyway.

Be a good girl.

How wonderful that would be
for me to see you doing that.

I didn't want to do
it with the girls.

- But maybe...
- What?

- ...With one of the warders?
- No!

No? You're not sleeping
with one of the warders?

And he doesn't smuggle out your
stories to the Governor'?

- But of course...
- No, it wasn't me!

It really wasn't, sen�ra.

If you insist on
continuing with these lies,

I will have to teach
you another lesson.

I would hate to have to do that.

If you come to your
senses, if you confess,

if you spoil me a little, then
I could improve things slightly.

What does that mean,
spoil you a little?

If you were as kind to me
as you were to the warder.

You'll see, I am not
as rough as a man.

- I can forgive... Now, then?
- Yes, se�ora. It was terrible.

I can't stand hearing the women
scream. It's making me crack up.

So it was you, wasn't it?

The more open you are, the better.

See, I am a woman, after all.

Trust me. Open your heart, OK?

Yes, it was me.

I couldn't stand it any longer.

When they scream up
there, it makes my stomach turn.

So I decided to
bring the matter to an end

and wrote the letter to the Governor.

Yes, it was me.

- Yes.
- I wanted this confession.

And it was so easy, wasn't it?

Come on.

I'll be much more tender to you than
the man you gave the letter to.

Come on.

Hit me. Hit me as hard as you can.

- No. Hit me, hit
me! Hurl abuse at me!

I'm ordering you to do it. Hit me!

Abuse me!

You whore! You piece
of dill! You witch!

Hit me! Hit me!

Let me get up.

- Jos�?
- Yes, madam?

Take her to Special Treatment.

No!

Yes, madam.

Wake up! The slumber hour is over.

No. No.

I can't go on. Please don't.

Leave me.

I'll go mad. Believe me, I'll go mad.

How long have I been here?

Not even a single day.

Get up.

But you'll have got used to it by
the time my colleagues have had a go.

Oh, yes. The little cissy
doesn't like that, does she?

I- .. like-.-
everything-.

You'd better do what
I tell you to. Stop!

Tiredness is no excuse.

Look at me. I don't sit
there whining pitifully.

I remain bright and
cheery, and capable of resistance.

Just like you do with the
whore-mongers who serve you.

Oh, you don't like that, do
you, being reminded of old times?

When you were still
able to cause a stir.

What do you take me for, your stud?

Come on!

Get up and stop
playing the tired panther.

It's high time that you placate me.

Yes, high time.

I'm losing my patience.

- Help me.
- You're boring me.

I can't go on.

- What?
- I can't go on.

Yes, but I can, and if
I am gripped by anger

I guarantee you will feel it, you
and your beautiful pale body.

Don'! laugh.

The old hag's meant
to have turned to drink.

When she's tanked up, maybe
she'll grace us with a visit.

Then they'll take it out on you.

Don't conjure up the devil.

Now, he is my type-

Well, Queen of the Night,
you're keeping quiet again.

If only you didn't have such wonderful
skin - it makes me red-hot.

It really turns me on.

I'm flattering you.

But you still won't sleep with me.

You're a real prude.

But I just love soft skin.

Is it possible you are a
descendent of Aphrodite?

Or the Queen of Sheba?

Oh, I'm talking rubbish.

And you're not even listening!

Oh, Marquise Pompadour,

why was I born too late?

Could you give me some more sugar?

Great, thanks. Your coffee is
excellent but I like it nice and sweet.

I like it with Irish whisky best but
we rarely have the opportunity...

I'm sorry that we can only offer
you coffee but we weren't expecting you.

- I've come unannounced again.
- Why have you come to see us?

Because of that business
with the letter, actually.

Our friend Nestor informed me that
you've found the person who wrote it.

Quite right. We
promised you we would.

It's Bertha Contrini,
a girl you don't know.

Well, in all probability don't know.

A murderer, an extremely
high-risk prisoner.

- Do you consider her to be dangerous?
- No. She...

For this reason, we have
taken our own precautions.

So I'm told. I wish to
speak to the prisoner in private.

Do you think she
will be oversensitive?

I could calm her down beforehand.

I would like that. By the way,
Nestor is a real stroke of luck.

Do you think a mishap like this
letter could happen again? Through Contrini.

Her nerves are in a bad way. I
would not consider it possible.

You have restored discipline?

- A cognac, Governor?
- I hardly ever drink, thank you.

I need to keep a clear head.

Think of the
responsibilities you and I have.

- Your Excellency?
- Fetch the car.

I have an appointment
with the chief justice.

You'll send Contrini to me?

And you, Doctor, remember your
promise, if I may be so bold.

Here we are.

- What's that?
- Nosy, aren't you?

Come on, stand up.

Turn round.

All done.

Forgive me, Your Excellency.

Good evening, Your
Excellency. The prisoner.

Ah, there you are. How are you?

Very well indeed, thank
you, Your Excellency.

I am pleased to hear
that. It was to be expected.

Nestor, take her to my bedroom.

- Thank you, Your Excellency
- Let's go.

Go on, get lost.

Yes, sir.

Move.

Oh, yes, you're beautiful.

Gorgeous.

Touch yourself.

I want to watch.

- To see and hear
- Yes.

Carry on. Carry on.

What's up? Carry on.

Father...

Maria.

I slept so well.

- But you didn't, Father?
- No.

- I didn't.
- No!

You can't do that, Father.

You must obey your father.

No!

Father...

He must have been a
real stud, her old man.

- Jos�!
- Yes, madam?

Bring that one there straight to me.

In private.

- Don't make any trouble.
- How about a little prodding?

I won't make any trouble for you, but
the Pompadour's favor doesn't matter to you.

I'd prefer it if we put it off.

For now, others have applied for
your favor and they are in command.

Wait and see.

- She gives me the shits. What's her name?
- Maria, I think.

- What did she do?
- I don't know her. No idea.

She got my place in my old cell.

Whatever.

No! Yuk!

- What is it?
- Here, on my plate. That rat.

So what? Have you
never seen a rat before?

What are you doing? I'll report you.

If you are going to make
a row and act like a pig,

you can have it in
the isolation cell.

Come with me.

I want to die.

Yes, the shaking bed frame
has never missed its target.

They all love it.

If I were a revolutionary, I
would get pally with the priests,

out of fear for my safety.

As a state official, the
Governor offers me better guarantees

through his relationships with
the top positions in government.

I don't know. That old fox knows
how to use his connections wisely.

Maybe these
relationships are just a pretense.

He has far too many plans in his head
to dwell on public conventions like you do.

He's like me.

To enjoy life is a
talent that cannot be learned.

What use is having the
strength to gain power

if you tremble before a
few rebellious prisoners?

Maybe, but Maria... But what if it
comes to light that her protest was justified?

What will this protest matter when
I'm looking back on my work one day

from some idyllic
corner of the world?

You're ignoring my questions.

Her protest was justified. Was
her punishment also justified?

You seem particularly interested
in this girl,

I've noticed how often
you ask after her.

No, I... I'm not interested in her.

I'm concerned for you and me.

Your concerns for me should
have a boundary,

and you are concerned
enough about yourself.

It's no secret that your procedure for
softening up prisoners is very special.

I... I'm too sensitive.

My nerves aren't good for it.

When their noses are twitching
with fear, I feel ill.

I'd rather hear them
screaming, so you can shout above it.

In that ecstasy, they are
beautiful. That's the highlight.

The sentence for Maria da
Guerra is life imprisonment.

Her father was my lover.

An unfaithful lover. A man
who desired his own daughter.

I would have gladly walked through
fire for him. I had no idea.

One day, when I went back to
his house, I heard her screaming.

Maria screamed and screamed.

She burst out of the house,
screaming. I went inside.

And suddenly,
everything became clear.

He had tried to rape her.

She had defended herself against him.

He must have crashed
into the fireplace.

All at once, I realized why he
had been so violent towards me.

What a dire situation
I found myself in.

I hated him for it.

He was still alive,
rasping for breath.

Then the thought dawned on
me to destroy both of them.

Maria would never be able to prove

that she wasn't guilty for
the death of her father.

That was my chance.

I knew I could get revenge on that noble
clan for having led me by the nose,

without a single
suspicion falling on me.

At that moment, I saw the
metal lamp in front of me.

That's Maria.

If she weren't here
anymore, if she disappeared,

then the barriers between her
and me would be eliminated.

No. No, you can't ask that.

I won't do that.

Wait.

I feel absolutely awful.

- You'll feel better soon.
- I can't think straight.

But why...

do they torture me so?

Why, oh why must I hear so much pain?

Don't you know?

- It will change.
- I can't survive that long.

I can't stand it.

- I think I'm losing my mind
- I'll help you.

- Why?
- Because I like you.

- Come and see me whenever you want
- I will.

- Bring your friends along too.
- Yes, I'd like to, se�or.

- I will thank you for it.
- But first you must rest.

- They won't torture you any more
- No?

- I'll protect you.
- Oh, se�or.

You and your friends, as
long as you are nice to me.

I'll help you.

Oh, se�or, you are the only
human being in this hellish place.

You were away for a long time?

- You too?
- Yes.

Now Pompadour has gone.

- Yes.
- Will she be there?

Where else would she be? Either
there or with the director.

- You weren't on the rack?
- Oh, yes, I was.

Before that with the old hag, and
then later at the Governor's house.

It's unbelievable what
a person can put up with.

But the Governor is
human, compared to her.

Yes, but he is
impotent, like the rest of them.

It was disgusting.

First of all, they whipped
the words out of me.

Yes.

Then one of them raped me.

- A fat one.
- Was it Nestor?

Yes. He demanded the most
Indecent acts of all from me.

One thing I do know,
I don't want any more.

I can't cope with
this tenure much longer.

I'd rather be dead. Dead.

There, there. Try
and forget about it.

Clear your mind of thoughts.

Where should I stall forgetting?

After my mother died,

my father looked at me in
a way that repulsed me.

And then it happened.

How can I clear my mind, when
I'm guilty for my father's death?

When there isn't a single person
in this shitty world who loves me?

But that's not true.

How do you know?

I'm always here for you, even
if it doesn't seem like much.

I won't forget that
you said that to me.

- Even if it is a lie.
- It's not a lie...

- ...coincidentally.
- I don't know if I deserve it.

But I could really use it right now.

Who couldn't?

Bertha, after I'd been handed
over, helpless and miserable,

to the repulsive
Costa in the sickbay,

an idea struck me.

After going on and on in his greasy
voice for what seemed like forever

he did exactly the
same things with me

as all the others had
done without scruples.

Can you choose which you prefer,

his sliminess or the
others' brutality?

Nevertheless, it occurred to me that
Costa could be valuable to us.

Please, I'll eat the worms, even
if I throw up afterwards.

- Rosario!
- It's the President's birthday today.

No torture today, se�or.

- Rosario, it's me.
- Yes, se�or.

- Maria.
- Don't eat it...

You don't like it?

You can't get her out of that state.

I know.

- Thank you.
- Do you think she suffers?

I don't think so.

She's had these attacks ever
since she was starved for 30 days.

Since then she's lost the plot.

- Where did you get these from?
- Here is a whole packet.

A present from Costa.

I'm supposed to bring a friend along.

- Really?
- I have a plan.

Right, I'll ask Jose to
take us both to him.

- And when we're with him?
- Things will happen.

He's bound to send the
warder away when it's time.

Then we'll have won.

We'll overcome him and
then off through the middle.

- We'll run away.
- But where to, on this island?

As soon as we're out of the
fortress we'll be rescued.

- We'll get away.
- Maybe you're right.

What about her?

- She'll gladly come with us.
- How will we manage that?

I'll tell the warder that
she's seriously ill.

Then she'll be sent to the sickbay.

There he is. Can you hear him? I'll
tell him now. I'll call him.

Help! She's dying! Guards!

- What is it?
- Rosario is delirious with a fever.

She's never been this bad.

Please call the doctor,
or she'll die. Call him!

I'll see what I can do. Wait.

You did that brilliantly!

There's nothing to laugh about.

Give us today our daily bread...

The prisoners Maria da
Guerra and Bertha Contrini.

Take them into the
sick room. In there.

Yes, Doctor.

You can go, Jos�.

Pick them up in an hour.

- The patient will stay here.
- Yes, sir. In an hour.

Bertha!

Put them down there.

He hasn't sent the guard away.

Come on, we'll risk it anyway.

He's coming.

The scissors.

Watch out.

Good evening. This is my
friend, Bertha Contrini.

I'm delighted to be
allowed to join you.

I wanted to ask you
to treat me as well.

Just like Maria.

What's wrong?

- Still not right?
- No.

I feel absolutely ghastly, and
my friend is really poorly.

We'll see.

I'm sure you'll be able to help her.

You understand things so well, se�or.

No temperature. Your hand?

I can't breathe at night. I
have such pressure in my chest.

- I just don't know.
- My poor child.

- You're still so young.
- That's why. I think so too.

You aren't allowed to die yet.

Love will make you well again.

No! I don't want to
die! I don't want to die!

I don't want to die!

Be quiet. What's wrong?

Help!

Murder!

Come on, Rosario,
we're going for a walk.

We're going out into
the open air. Come on!

But quickly!

We'll bump off the guards!

Come on!

There's somebody there!

The guard!

Come on, Rosario.

Give me the other one, quickly!

Pull it tauter.

- Come on, Rosario!
- I can't! Leave me!

You won't get me.

- Leave me alone.
- Be quiet, for God's sake!

- We're near the shore.
- I don't want to go in the water!

- Then we're free.
- No, I don't want to!

Come here in the middle.

- Leave me.
- Keep going.

No, I've seen the see before.

Come on.

Help me, help me.

I can't go on.

That's enough. The end. I won't
go a single step further with you.

- Come on, Rosario.
- I don't want to.

I don't want to go in the
sea. I can't swim. It won't work.

We can't
- there are sharks in there.

OK, listen to me.

We won't have to swim. When
we get to the water...

then we'll take a boat.

- Oh, a boat trip!
- So come on then.

Let's go.

To go by boat is to
float like the clouds.

There! Did you hear it?

- Very clear.
- We'll soon find them.

We have to go on. You can't
give up. They're on our trail.

Think about it, Maria.

They'll hunt us until we're in their line
of fire. It's just a matter of time.

We can't give up, Bertha.

I don't have any strength left. We have
to find a hiding place. We have to rest.

- Yes, but not here.
- Why not?

I'll find one. Come on, we're going.

Pull yourself together.

- My mother gave birth to me in anger
- Rosario.

- I'm worse than a chicken.
- Have courage. They're right behind us.

The poor are
persecuted because they are poor,

the Jews because they are clever.

But they have a prophet, Moses.

He's given them advantages.

There's a good hiding place.

Yes. Here we can sleep at last.

I'm going over there.

But you mustn't lie down
- we're nearly at the sea.

Oh, I don't understand.

What would you do without me?

I'm going to play
with the ships by myself.

I'll turn you into dried meat if you
don't open your gob. Where are they?

You're bound to spit
out where they're hiding

if I tickle your stomach long enough.

You were in the same cell as them.

I'll squash you like a louse.

You planned it all together but then
they dropped you like a piece of shit.

Put your ass down.

If you don't open your great big
trap, I'll give it a good oiling. Up, up!

- Up, up.
- I don't know who you're talking about.

- Really?
- I swear.

This position doesn't suit
you. You're surely more refined.

- Please don't.
- Now, stomach in and bum out,

and then you'll tell me exactly
how you pulled off this escape.

Move your blabbering mouth otherwise
I'll force it to move!

I want to confess
everything! I confess my gravest sins.

I've lied to you, I've deceived you, I'm
not worthy of the air that I breathe.

I tried to seduce the
girls, to sin against the flesh.

- Enough nonsense!
- No, no, no!

- Stop!
- I'm Charlene Corday. I drowned the king

- Stop talking rubbish!
- Fucked him and drowned him in the bath.

Don't play with us. We aren't stupid.

You will answer straight
away. Where are those women?

- You know!
- I don't know those women!

I never spoke to them!

If you don't talk
soon I'm going to kill you.

Do it! Strike me dead! Do it! Do it!

I don't know. I know nothing.

Nothing at all.

And if I did know
anything, I wouldn't tell you.

Never. Never.

Now we'll see if you're
going to say something.

Pinch your ass cheeks together.

Then I will have to make you talk!

Want to bet?

Well, then...

- The seal There it is!
- Yes.

- And a boat.
- A boat?

You always find the boats
but I just find the water.

I want a boat too!

Come on, Bertha.

Rosario, you'll find a boat. You'll
find a big white boat with white sails.

And if I don't, will you
take me with you anyway?

Of course, Rosario. We're saved!

- But a mulatto won't be allowed...
- You won't make it.

On a boat.

Stop! You're going home now.

- Stay where you are!
- Run, Bertha!

- Should I shoot you?
- Stay where you are.

Or there'll be
bloodshed. I'll break your bones!

Bertha, for God's sake, run!

Stop!

Help!

She's sweating because I'm going
to kill her. You skunk! You beast!

I'll break the devil out of her body.

Stop! Someone's coming.

Quickly!

I've found you at last.

Jos�, don't.

That must be the Governor's house.

Come on.

He's bound to help us.

How nice.

Good day.

My God, the Governor!

- Forgive us.
- Of course.

We are in trouble. Could
we please speak with you?

Go ahead. We were expecting you.

Expecting us?

How stupid. Now we
won't get the boat.