Barbed Wire Dolls aka Caged Women (Frauengefängnis)

- Get back! - OK, OK.

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!

Senior, 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. 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, senior.

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, senior. - "Yes, senior."

Rescue me. You can kill me, but 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?

Senora Isabella, the noble’s president widow herself.

Don't joke.

Joke? She's hereto have a 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 favour.

I'd smash her face in.

Or she'd smash yours.

There'll 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 centre.

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 Muron.

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. - You will arrange it.

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 bint very deep pleasure.

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

...who wriggles around in the dirt.

- 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 Sir 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?

Your Excellency?

Give her one.

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

The randy little piece of dirt 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 dove 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, senior.

- 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? - ls 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 recognise 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 themselves

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,