Greta, the Mad Butcher (Greta - Haus ohne Männer)

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 Rose 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 off 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?