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than, say, Eichmann?

The analogy is hardly appropriate.

Angelica, I had no idea you had come in.

I just came to collect my things.

I didn't mean to disturb you.

But we overheard your conversation

on the way out.

It's very clear that my uninvited

houseguests disapprove of my way of life.

You were speaking of butchers.

Yes, and the similarity between them.

I've always thought the profession

of butcher is an honorable one.

What would we do without it?

They have chosen the profession

that is beneficial to us all.

They slaughter

and chop up their victims...

so that the rest of us

may have the wherewithal to live.

From them we get life!

But the man that sells him the knife he

uses to slash the dumb animal's throat...

does nothing but profit

from the blood that is spilled.

You can ask what the butcher

would do without the knife.

That, indeed, would be terrible.

Mankind would starve.

No, we need those knives,

just as we need undertakers for the dead,

just as the carcass of a bull

on the pampas need jackals.

But I for one do not like jackals!

So you don't like jackals.

How dare you enter my home

and talk to me like this. Who are you?

Lam who am.

That's blasphemy. Get out!

Good night.

Susanna! Carmela!

They're gone.

But they'll be back.

Come on. We'll wait until dark.

Let me up.

Lousy bastards,

let me up, for Christ's sake.

Come on. I've had enough of this joke.

Let me up off of here.

Let me up.

Come on, you b*tches.

I've had enough. Let me up!

What name did you just call upon?

Oh, stop it. Stop it!

Whose name?

Whose name? Answer.

Christ. Jesus Christ.

Let me up, you filthy Pigs-

Wait till I get my hands on you.

Give me a couple of minutes, and I'm gonna plunge

this knife into your heart and cut it from your body.

Who do you call on now?

Who's the only one

who can save you from my knife?

Satan. Satan!

Satan. Oh, please, please stop. Satan.

Satan.

That's enough. Let her up.

There is only one more thing

you must do to be one of us.

You will submit to me. Here. Now.

- Like an animal to its mate.

- Yes.

You will submit to me and the pain.

Yes.

Let's see now.

Milk, salami, macaroni,

Cepita, pomelo,

ice cream and tomato juice.

I don't know what happened

to the print delivery today.

Monica never came.

Well, she said she had to see the doctor.

She probably went there.

There's a lot of u going around.

You have to be so careful.

The best thing is to take a little nip

before going to bed at night.

Here you are.

You better do what we want...

without any complaints.

- Why should we?

- Because of this.

Oh. Oh, my God.

Oh, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

Please go away. Just take what you want.

We won't give you trouble.

Dios mio!

All right, you shaky old goat,

fill up the bag.

All right. All right.

But please, please, put those guns away.

What the hell is that? It sounds like a car.

Keep your eye on him.

I don't think we need a gun for this one.

What on earth is going on here?

You girls should be ashamed of yourselves,

waving guns around like that.

What kind of a joke is this?

This kind, grandma.

Mama! Mama!

You've murdered her! You've murdered her!

Mama. Mama. Mama.

Don't move.

You're staying in here with us.

Good God. What's going on?

You girls are crazy.

Why do you kill us? Poor woman.

Why murder us? We have done nothing.

For the love of God,

go away and leave me alone.

If you leave now, I promise to tell...

no ODE.

Now, what are we going to do with him?

Angelica, this one's for you.

Are you sorry now

you've given yourself to me?

No. Being your servant

is, in a way, freedom.

I demand more than anyone else could.

- How can you call that freedom?

- It's what I want.

I've chosen it. I want it. And I'm happy.

You are happy, then, in bondage?

Ever since I was a little girl,

I've always been in bondage.

The owner of the farm where I lived

had seduced me when I was 12.

By the time I was 17,

I had become a regular whore,

afraid of him and yet fascinated by him.

He was cruel and yet powerful.

I lay with him every night,

half willingly, half reluctantly.

He both fascinated and repulsed me.

I would often think of that day years ago

when my father had gone to town.

Something happened

that changed my feelings entirely.

I lost my turtle in the tall grass

and was looking for it.

Tortuga!

Tortuga!

Oh. There you are.

Tortuga.

My, don't you have anything to say?

Angelica, come over here!

Come over here this instant.

Stupid little b*tch.

He was looking for my father

who had disappeared again.

He was regularly disappearing.

We would find him drunk under a tree

or hiding in the barn with his bottle.

Luis, the owner, would get mad

when he had to go milk the cows himself.

Papa!

Papa!

Angelica. Where is he?

Where's your father?

He should be doing this work.

You and your father

give me nothing but trouble.

Your father is becoming a nuisance.

Do you want me to throw him out?

No. No.

Ah, easy for you to say no.

What does that lazy father of yours

do every day except get drunk?

Your whole family's useless for anything.

Why don't I just get rid of you all?

Come here.

Come here and I'll show you how.

Here. Your sister knows how to please me.

It's time you learned too.

If you don't, I'll break both his legs

when I find him.

Oh, no! Help me!

Please don't touch me like that!

Please! Please!

Oh, please!

My brother watched as I was raped.

Almost every time he touched me,

I thought back to that day.

But one night as he stirred from sleeping,

I felt his hands on me,

and I felt repelled,

more than I had ever felt before.

I heard footsteps in the hall

coming close to our door.

I didn't know it, but it was Father.

Pig! Filthiest of all animals!

I will cut your heart from your body

and feed it to the dogs!

Father! Father!

Oh! Oh, no! No!

The next day it rained,

and Luis took his revenge.

He hung my father's disembodied hands

in front of the house for all to see.

The next day my brother

followed Luis into the jungle.

Since then I never once

have had real independence.

I've always been dependent on men,

and now on you.

All my life I've been in bondage

of one kind or another.

I'm not saying I like it.

I have to have it.

What would you do...

if this Luis were here now?

- I'd chop him into a million pieces.

- Your turn will come.

The unborn human being I am waiting

for grows larger in the womb every day.

Five, six, seven months have passed,

and now the time has come-

time to strike and kill just to be born.

I've waited long enough.

The time has come for you, my girls,

to kill them all.

The time has come for slaughter.

Believe me, you don't yet know my wife.

She's absolutely insatiable.

Oh, Antonio always likes to embarrass me.

Ah, you don't mind her, then,

having an affair with me.

Not with you. Not with any other man.

And believe me, there's been a lot of men.

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