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Nothing. I just don't want to play anymore, that's all.

You don't like me?

Of course I like you.

As a comrade.

Big Mother doesn't like that.

We have to be more than comrades.

She wants us to be an army of lovers.

I don't care what she likes or doesn't like.

I do as I please or don't please.

Are you crazy?

She can't hear you.

She's made you paranoid.

Come on, Isaka.

Just one kiss.

What would Uta say?

I don't want Uta anymore. I want you.

Help me!

Vandalism is a crime against private property, and therefore it's a crime of

consequence. Keep quiet.

The criminal act is progressive when it acts out violently against capitalism.

Shh. I'm going to help you. There's no point in trying to explain the right

thing to the wrong people.

Leave him. Let the dogs have him. Don't be a poor. Help me get him up.

What are we going to do with him?

We'll take him to the house.

Are you mad?

You know the rules.

I'm sick of rules.

But where would we put him?

In the basement.

No one ever goes down there but you and me. And I think I have the only key.

Just until it's safe for him to leave.

But he's a man.

He's a criminal like us.

I don't even want to touch him.

Don't be ridiculous.

It's not contagious.

It's contamination.

Do it for me, Hilda.

Please?

All right.

But he's so repulsive.

Check to see if anyone's in the hallway.

All clear.

Isolde, are you sure you know what you're doing? What if the cops trail him

the house?

I'll take him.

You cover up our tracks.

Use your pepper spray. It might help throw the dogs off his scent.

It won't work. I read about it in our survival skills handbook. How to evade

escape tracking dogs.

The dogs can actually follow the dads... Hilda, please! Just do it!

So gross.

Big Mama says it's okay to watch skateboarding as a training manual.

Woo manual.

Woo manual.

As long as you also use it for aversion therapy.

Aversion to what?

To men, of course.

Well, it's working.

I think I'm going to throw up.

Come on. It's not that bad.

You're not hurting anybody.

I don't need to watch gay porn to be disgusted by men.

They're faggots.

They were burned at the stake, just like us.

I'm just studying it for the camera technique.

Since Big Mother has appointed us to be the official pornographers, we have to

know what we're doing.

It doesn't look that complicated.

Something will happen today.

God,

I hate Sundays.

Relax. Come lie back down.

You're free to leave anytime.

Am I?

Where would I go?

Back to the street? I thought you liked the idea of living in a separatist

stronghold. Of course I do.

Men are despicable and abominable.

They're the pigs of the world. Now, let's leave pigs out of this. Not that

of pigs. I mean, they are the cops of the world.

They should all be dragged out onto the street and ritually sodomized. Fascist.

Uten, calm down.

I'm getting so tired of waiting.

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

Women have been waiting for a neutrality.

When are we going to take any action? When are we going to posit ourselves

authentically as subjects?

You have to be patient, Ute.

Big Mother knows what she's doing.

How would you know?

You've only been here for a few weeks.

You're just a novitiate.

I know how we can posit ourselves.

What do you think of Miss Dolde?

I don't know what to say.

Why? I don't like her.

I think she's all over the place.

Like a fucking perfume.

I don't understand why Hilde is so obsessed with her.

Hilda likes that.

Something about her I've never trusted.

She doesn't even get a period with the rest of us.

She just has it at random times and skunks up alone like a wounded animal.

You're just jealous of her because Hilda was your girlfriend.

I mean, before Ute.

You know Big Mother doesn't approve of jealousy.

We are free to love whoever we want, as long as she has a vagina.

I'm not jealous. It's because I mistrust her.

Dagmar told me Big Mother originally found her turning tricks at truck stops

the Autobahn.

Whatever. I used to be a hooker too, you know.

So did you.

Prostitutes are human sacrifices on the altar of monogamy.

Schopenhauer. Don't quote Schopenhauer to me.

Dagmar says his flagrant misogyny is nonpareil in Western philosophy.

Sorry.

You're getting turned on by this.

I can tell that it's kinky.

It's practically bestiality.

It's a harmless fetish.

Gay men have to be good for something.

We're recuperating them for a good cause.

What cause?

Female liberation.

We make out in classrooms and have sex absolutely everywhere.

It's the only way to beat the patriarchy.

Down, down, down, down, down with the patriarchy.

Down with the patriarchy.

Down, down, down, down with the patriarchy.

Down, down, down, down, down with the patriarchy Down, down, down, down,

down with the patriarchy Down with the patriarchy Down, down, down,

down, down with the patriarchy Down, down, down, down, down with the

Down with the patriarchy

You'll be safe here.

I'll be back to dress your wounds as soon as I can.

What is this place?

It's a girls' school.

Why are you helping me?

I will always support a fellow dissident, but you must trust me and

Men are not allowed in this house.

No one can know you're here.

You're breaking the rules for me?

Not for you.

I'm principal.

I know what it's like to be on the wrong side of the law.

I don't even know your name.

Isolde.

I'm Parker.

Sit down.

Glory be to the mother, and to the daughter,

and to the holy count.

As it was written in the beginning,

shall now and ever shall be.

Blessed be the goddess of all worlds that hath not made me a man.

Blessed be the goddess of all worlds that hath not made me a man.

How are the girls shaping up in the physical education department?

Fine, Big Mother.

Except for a couple of luggers.

Luggers? I've noticed some shortness of breath.

I have to wonder if there's been some smoking going on.

Smoking?

I want the full report.

All of our girls have to be at the height of their vitality and robustness

the task ahead.

Hold on.

Where's Hilde?

She said she was going on a walk.

I'm worried about her.

She seems preoccupied lately.

With Isolde.

Hush! There will be no shaming.

Hilde's romantic interest in Isolde is only to be commended. She has to be

brought into the fold.

The substance and solidarity of the FLA grows out of the fertile ground of

lesbian love. You should know that by now, Ute.

Yes, Big Mother.

Ursula, how's the porn project coming along?

We're still doing research, but I think we'll be able to start shooting soon.

Super. Sister Dagmar will supervise you.

I'm not sure if you're aware of it, but before her time in the convent, Dagmar

appeared in a number of erotic films in the service of sexual sedition.

Unfortunately, they...

Blessed

be the goddess of all worlds that has not made me man.

Unfortunately...

They were made in collaboration with ineffectual, male, pseudo -revolutionary

intellectuals who served no insertion purpose.

I will never comprehend how even the most pathetic and mediocre of men

themselves to be Übermensch when they have sexual congress with a woman,

especially in front of the camera.

Hilda, we rejoice that you have favored us with your presence. Where have you

been?

What's wrong, child? Your eyes are red. Have you been crying?

I was refilling the pepper spray guns, and one of the canisters

must have leaked and gotten into my eye. You should be a little bit more

careful. We can't afford to waste Mother Nature's lucky elixir that repels the

male enemy so persuasively.

Now, where was I?

You were telling us about it to Dagmar.

Porn career?

Pornography is an act of insurrection against the dominant order.

It expresses the principle inherently hostile to the regulations of society.

When men are taken out of the equation, there's nothing more potent.

Who could that be at this ungodly hour?

See, I told you this would happen.

Sister Dagmar?

Keep the girls quiet.

I'll be with it.

Hello? Anyone in there?

Hello?

Quiet, Astrid.

What a fine bitch.

I'm sorry to bother you, sister.

There's a criminal on the loose.

We're warning everyone in the area to be vigilant.

Oh, my... Goodness, what did he do?

He vandalized the Bertha in Berlin.

Not the stock exchange.

A heinous crime.

We're wondering if you've seen anyone suspicious lurking about.

He's injured and bleeding.

A leg wound. No, no. We haven't seen him.

It's very isolated here. We rarely see anyone.

May I ask for a list here?

I run a halfway house for troubled girls.

There are eight of them here, four instructors, excluding myself.

That's an odd proportion, isn't it?

Even at that ratio, our hands are quite full.

May I come in just for a moment?

Maybe one of your girls has seen something unusual.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

We're only looking out for your best interest.

You don't want a malicious hooligan lurking about, molesting your girls, do

The girls?

are very easily agitated.

There are no men allowed in this house under any circumstances.

Most of them have been victims of male sexual exploitation and subsequently

subject to further harassment and humiliation by the police.

And this is what is of justice.

Now hold on.

I know absolutely everything Everything that goes on under this roof, I can

assure you.

And if we were harboring a fugitive, wouldn't your dog be able to smell him?

Maybe she's been pacified by the prevailing feminine odor.

Will that be all?

I'm afraid I must insist on talking to them.

Very well.

But I can't allow you to come in.

Rules are rules.

As a policeman, you should know that. Unless, of course, you have a warrant.

But I will interrupt their dinner and bring them out

if you insist.

Bitte.

Everyone stay calm.

There's a cop at the door.

Be still.

Good God, how did they find us?

They know nothing.

There's an outlaw in the vicinity and the pig wants to question you all about

it. Has anyone seen a stranger prowling around?

Right then.

You will be fine.

Keep your answer short and bitter.

Come now.

Think aside.

Didn't I tell you this would happen? Keep quiet.

Are you telling your first fight?

Shut up, Ursula.

This is Sister Dagmar, philosophy and history.

Sister.

This is Sister Barbara, theater arts, dance, home economics, medicine.

Sister Barbara.

Sister Canberra, art, art history.

astrology, psychology,

science, etiquette, elocution.

Maths, physical education and discipline.

Discipline is so important.

And now the girls.

Helga.

Petra.

Ursula.

Antje.

Edita.

Ute.

Isolde.

And Hilde.

What's wrong with her eyes?

Oh, she's a very sensitive girl.

She's given to fits of weeping.

I'd like to question a few of them individually now, if you don't mind.

Of course.

Young lady, have you seen anything queer in the area today?

Why don't you ask Isolde?

What have you witnessed, my dear?

I don't know what she's talking about.

I've been in the sewing room with Hilda all afternoon.

Isn't that right, Hilda?

Yes, we were mending our uniform.

Are we done here?

I think so, yes.

All right, girls, you can go in and finish your meal.

Thank you, sister.

If you see anything out of the ordinary, will you call us?

Oh, we have no telephone.

But I will send one of the sisters to the village to call you if anything is

amiss.

Auf Wiedersehen.

Gute Fahrt.

That was a close call to me, Gertrude.

Mr. Barber's costume surely served him.

No one fucks with a nun.

Only nuns and prostitutes can escape man whilst they're being subjected to him.

Really, Gertrude?

How do you expect the girls to obey orders if you can't follow them

Nobody's perfect, Dagmar.

Do you suppose the fastest pig will return?

I think our rules were successful.

Don't fret about it, Dagmar. You worry too much.

Are the girls settled in for the night?

I just checked in on them.

They're already asleep.

Good.

We should do the same.

We have a lot of preparation ahead of us before the day of reckoning.

Watch the leg.

Time for your shot.

Not before you give me a kiss.

Turn over.

Why do you have to do it there?

It's more effective.

It looks better.

How does it feel?

Better than my ass.

How long do you think it will take to heal?

I'm not sure.

I've been trying to get as much medical information as I can out of Sister

Barbara, without arousing suspicion, but I imagine it could be weeks.

I'll die of boredom first.

I'll bring you more books. About the feminist revolution?

Why not?

You could use some educating on the subject.

Don't you think it's a distraction from the goals of the real revolution?

What a ridiculous thing to say.

Anyways, it'll be good for you to hold up here for a while.

You'll never find a better hideout than this. I can stay forever.

Why don't you come away with me?

You've been in the company of women for too long.

No, I haven't.

I have to get going. They'll notice I'm gone.

I want to make love to you.

I've told you I have to keep up appearances.

Are you sure your friend won't tell?

Don't worry. I have her under control.

Why do you lock me in?

It's for your own protection.

Ursula, get your feet off the table. Feet off the table, Ursula.

Parthenogenesis.

P -A -R -T -H -E -N -O -G -E -N -E

-S -I -S.

Parthenogenesis. Can you all repeat that?

Parthenogenesis. Parthenogenesis is a type of asexual

reproduction in which the virgin egg develops in embryonic form

without male intervention.

Ursula, you mean without male penetration?

Correct. Parthenogenic development can be found in some species of fish,

amphibians, birds, reptiles, and in certain plant species,

such as roses and orange trees, but not in mammals.

Not yet.

Ucha? Why not?

Good question.

In an ideal world, when the human species is more evolved,

there will be no use for sexual reproduction.

It will be effortlessly out -competed by the asexual world.

Every young woman can bear their own young.

In fact, as we've already seen in a lot of movies, the male is already

profoundly superfluous.

So, until that holy day arrives, we will refuse to

be shackled to the reproductive function that estranges us from our own

selfhood.

Then,

able to reclaim nature as a force of feminine singularity. Then and only then

will we become the mistresses of our own destiny.

Something is going to happen soon.

How do you know?

Feminine intuition.

Tell me more about the other girls.

Well, I only know because Hilda told me everything there is to know about

everybody. Who do you want me to start with?

I don't know.

Antje?

Let's see.

Antje.

When she was 16...

Auntie's hateful stepfather started raping her.

He advised her not to tell her mother as she wouldn't believe her anyway.

After about a year, she couldn't take it anymore.

So she finally told her mother, who called her a liar and kicked her out of

house. How awful.

It's an old story.

She was working the streets as a teenage prostitute for a few years after that

when Big Mother found her and brought her here.

How about Earthla?

Earthla.

Ursula got knocked up when she was 15.

When she refused to have an abortion, her hateful father tossed her out.

She was homeless and begging on the streets when she was nine months

After she gave birth, the authorities took the baby away from her because they

said she couldn't support it. She was devastated, so she went back to the

streets and became a junkie.

That's when Dagmar spotted her.

And your friend, Hilda?

Hilda was a petty thief.

Big Mother was shopping at Karstadt's one day when she witnessed her getting

caught shoplifting.

She intervened and convinced the pigs to release her into her guardianship.

Helga and Petra.

Helga and Petra were juvenile delinquents that were expelled from

having sex with each other in the school library.

They formed a band.

and stayed in an anarchist squat on Fleischer's Straße for a year before

evicted by the police.

And Uta?

I don't really know much about Uta. She's very opaque.

She and Hilda are still close, but she's forbidden her to tell anyone her story.

She refers to it as her black past.

And what about you, Isolde?

What is your story?

I'll tell you sometime.

When I get to know you better.

You're different from the other girls.

I noticed how you like to keep yourself separate.

A separatist amongst separatists.

Sister Barbara calls me schismatic.

You're always disappearing.

Look, I had a lot of bad sexual experiences before coming here.

Sister Barbara says I'm still processing it.

Maybe I can help.

I have to take a shower.

You and Editha seem to be hanging out a lot.

I'm inaugurating her into the pleasure dome.

Where did Big Mother find her?

Apparently, she found Big Mother.

Editha came to hear Big Mother read her most famous paper, Essentialism and

Sisterhood, Strategies of Lesbian Separatism, at the Radical Feminist

a few weeks ago.

Evidently, Edith approached her afterwards and told her she was

panhandling on Cote d 'Adam, a bikini.

Big Mother brought her straight here.

I could swear I've seen her somewhere before.

There's something odd about her, don't you think?

She does come home rather strong, like she's trying too hard to fit in.

I almost think she's a political lesbian.

Have you done it with her yet? Oh, yes.

Thousands of times. She's practically rapacious.

What about you, Wendy Zolder?

You seem to be all into her.

I am.

But it's weird.

Whenever I try to have sex with her, she puts me up.

I think she's a virgin.

Don't let Big Mother hear that.

She would throw her out.

She says she wants us to be comrades.

But we're tight.

Very tight.

We share secrets.

One big secret in particular.

You have to tell me right this instant.

I can't. It's a secret.

Hilde, if you don't tell me right now, I will never speak to you again.

All right. I've been dying to tell someone anyway.

You better do. We were lovers for two years.

We have no secrets. Come on.

Hilda, this is major rest.

If Big Mother finds out Editha brought a man into the house, she will come down

on her with the wrath of ISIS.

I think you mean Kali or a manhunt.

Sister Barbara is more like ISIS.

A goddess of magic and healing?

Shut up. This changes everything.

You're not going to tell Big Mother.

Give me another cigarette.

Shouldn't we be shooting something?

I want to share this movie first.

I found it in Big Mother's bedroom.

Did you know she used to be an actress?

You went into Big Mother's bedroom?

What was it like?

Hmm, I'll see her.

This was the only movie she appeared in.

Apparently, it's what inspired her to start the female liberation army in the

first place.

It's called Ulrike's Brain.

I have

a

weapon. We need money for action.

For which is not yet decided.

This plot is really convoluted.

I've already watched it a number of times.

I'll explain it to you.

We say who we are and what we say. We're the girls of the FLA. We're the girls

of the FLA.

Mothers look their daughters up.

Through the ages, radical religious and ethnic minorities have envisioned with

rapture the eradication of their oppressors.

During the French Revolution,

peasants gleefully butchered the aristocracy which tyrannized them.

But woman, the most unjustly persecuted confederacy of all,

with no herstory of her own, with no religion to bind her together in

with her sisters, outside of the governance of men, has never been able

realize herself as an adversarial force.

Even when a matriarchal culture magnificently emerges,

its myths and its inscriptions in history

are controlled and often erased by patriarchal scribes

bound barbarously to her despotic masculine counterparts.

The female is not even allowed to fantasize about eliminating the male

of the species which so casually persecutes her.

That is until now.

And remember, girls, the closest way to a man's heart is through

his chest.

I'm worried.

How are we going to sustain ourselves?

Don't fuss, Gertrude.

Only yesterday I sent Isolde and Hilda to the village for appropriations.

Hilda's an expert shoplifter.

They returned with a treasure trove of pharmaceuticals and groceries.

Once we have our porn business off the ground, we won't need to resort to petty

larceny. We will have all the money we need.

How are Ursuline and Angie coming along? Are they ready? I think so.

I've been tutoring them for several weeks now.

They're quick studies.

Super.

Soon, we shall begin shooting our glorious feminista film.

And the next time our cycles coincide, we shall make our statement

to the world.

What's the leg?

Equal rights?

Equal to who?

To the patrimonial male ruling class that has relegated us to the dustbin of

history?

Are we satisfied now with an equal distribution of injustices?

To be granted equality only by agreeing to be equally as...

Exploitative, extraordinary, and corrupt.

Equal participation in an iniquitous society is in commensurate with

womancipation. Sisters, we must tell the world to wake

up and smell the estrogen.

Now, Sister Dagmar has to make an announcement.

Sister Dagmar.

Thank you, Big Mother.

We will be embarking on a new project soon, and I want all of you girls to be

prepared.

We will begin to make our own female pornography.

We believe that, like prostitution, pornography is an honorable expression

sexuality.

As long as it respects the liberty and dignity of the individuals engaged in

producing our own pornography is like a proxy prostitution with the added

benefit of not having to have sex with men.

And besides that, we have to pay the bills. This school doesn't run by

you know?

So, sisters, fuck freely.

Make love fearlessly and femininely.

In the name of freedom for female people.

Freedom for female people!

Big Mother, may I be excused?

I'm not feeling very well.

Certainly, child.

You go and lay down.

I'll have Sister Barbara look in on you later.

See what you can find out. I will, Gladys.

What is going on with that girl?

I feel weak.

I've been sweating a lot.

I feel flushed and feverish.

And I... I have a queer tenderness in my chest.

The infection is persistent.

You need more rest.

No. We have to leave this place.

It's having a strange effect on me.

It won't be long now.

We'll be together, you and I, won't we?

I feel like we have so much in common.

We have more in common than you know.

What is that?

What do you think it is?

You mean you're a man? No, I'm a woman. I just happen to have a cock.

I'm not a homosexual.

No one said you were.

You deceived me. You deceived yourself.

Look at me.

Am I not the same girl you fell in love with?

It's time to reconcile.

your revolutionary beliefs with your sexual politics.

I came to see if you are feeling better.

I'm fine, Sister Barbara.

I just took some air and it revived me.

Please sit down. I'd like to talk to you for a moment.

I know that you have been having problems fitting in here.

And I recognize that you are different than the other girls.

But there's something I'd like to tell you about being a woman.

A woman is a fever that never subsides.

She's capricious.

concupiscent, pernicious, and providential.

She's gossip.

She's veracity.

She's made womanifest in the mountains and the valleys.

She lives in the woods and flows from the eternal springs.

She's the source that feeds the streams, the rivers, the seas, and the oceans.

She is Luna, and she is Lacuna.

Her cycles are tied to the tides.

Her miraculous fecundity is unsurpassed.

Through the millennia, she has been known by a myriad of names.

Tefnat, Ixchil, Ishtar, Kali, Gaia,

Mamiwata, Isis.

She is creation and she is destruction.

She is the empress of heaven.

and the Zarina of Hell.

But despite her omnipotence, she's always been interpreted and controlled

whims and desires of the male animal.

Like Mother Nature, she's been raped and exploited by men for far too long.

Like Mother Nature, she will create chaos and return her masculine foes to

nothingness from which they emerged.

Now,

You're one of us. Be radiant. Be free.

Sisters, today we will make our first porn film an

anticipatory celebration of a world in which men not only become

surplus, but also redundant.

Ursula and Antje, who have been diligently honing their cinematic

be behind.

The cameras.

Isolde, up until now, you have not participated in the project

of free love so vital to our movement.

You have been reticent and aloof, almost prudish.

It's time to prove your matter.

You must assert your warrior spirit, Editha.

From what I gather, You have been too eager, Beaver.

In your pursuit of female liberation, too much sexual aggression suggests a

perilously masculine tendency.

Now, as the two novitiates in our order, you will be the advance guard

of our army of lovers.

You will make love to each other.

in front of the camera, as the first salvo of the FLA, Isolde to the bed.

Big Mother, I don't think I'm ready.

Nonsense.

This is the perfect opportunity to demonstrate your loyalty to our

But I can understand that you're a little modest. Editha, you go first.

I... Can't. I'm camera shy. I wouldn't be able to perform.

Big Mother, I'll take Adita's place.

No, it's already decided.

Sisters, there will be no coercion, only

persuasion.

Please, verbally encourage the girls onto the bed.

Get closer.

Touch her.

Kiss her. Touch her.

You can't have sex with her.

She's not a woman. That's a lie.

What do you mean she's not a woman? I saw her when she was showering. She has

cock. Of course. Now it all makes sense. Why were you spying on her in the

shower? What are you, a cop?

Holy mother.

She is a cop.

Hilde, explain yourself.

I knew she looked familiar when I was living on the street.

She'd be hanging out with the junkies.

She looked completely different.

She had long, greasy hair then.

There was a rumor going around that she was an undercover cop.

When she started shooting heroin, the rumor stopped.

But I always had my suspicions.

It seemed like she was studying people, always asking questions. I recognize

her, too.

I've never trusted her. She's endlessly questioning me about how we all ended up

here. I think she is a cop.

She's a spy in the house of love.

She's the thing that distracts you.

She's a man.

Don't listen to her. Isolde is one of us. Why are you defending her if she has

cock? She can't have a cock. She's my girlfriend.

Everyone has secrets, Hilda. Some people just know how to keep them better than

others. Ute, don't. In fact, Isolde is the queen of secrets. Isn't that right,

Isolde? Ute,

what are you getting at?

Remember when that other cop was poking around here?

Yes, of course.

Isolde has the fugitive locked in the basement.

Isolde making love.

Two cocks and a cop in the house.

This is insupportable.

What's the matter?

Get her water!

Isolde!

Isolde!

Isolde can't help you anymore?

No one can.

Women are warriors.

Unlike the opposite sex, we alone are capable of giving birth, creating life,

and in the process, enduring the kind of pain that could only be conceived as

torture in the minds of men. But until we are willing to take direct action,

we will never be able to shape our own destinies.

We must act now.

Assert our will or perish.

On principle, we are against violence, but when

violent actions are directed towards us, as they have been continuously

throughout history, we are left with no choice but to respond with counter

-violence.

Remove Isolde's blindfold.

Big Mother, please don't hurt him. I'm begging you. Don't be silly, my dear.

I'm not going to hurt him.

I'm really going to reassign him.

You claim his politics are already aligned with ours.

Now he needs to pledge his guilty by realigning his sex. He's already

I've been giving him female hormone shots for two months.

Soon he'll be one of us.

I'm not yet convinced that you are one of us, Isolde.

We will deal with you later.

Dagmar, remove the gag.

Let him speak.

Please.

You must believe me. I didn't come here by choice. I had no idea this was a...

terrorist cell.

We like to think of it as asymmetrical warfare.

But you must believe me. You must understand.

I'm sympathetic to your beliefs.

I'm aware of the injustices that have been perpetrated against you throughout

history.

Comrade, mine have taught us that only the eradication of social hierarchies

the fusing of capital and labor to create more communal methods of

will result in democratization and liberation for all.

Until the inequities rooted in capitalist modes of production are

women will never be free.

You've learned your lessons well.

But let me woman -splain something to you.

As a young, radical, anti -capitalist warrior...

You should know that our struggle is not for parity within a corrupt system, but

against men in general.

If you want to express your true solidarity with us, you have to make the

sacrifice.

Zora, why are you letting him do this to me?

I thought you loved me. I do, but I could never fully love a man.

If we're to be together, you have to convert.

I will convert.

I will.

I'll be like you, but please, just let me keep my manhood.

I heard enough.

Come up. Get him. Go. Get around.

Help me.

Help me.

Blessed be the goddess of all worlds that hath not made me a man.

Blessed be the goddess of all worlds that has not made me a man.

Protest is when I say, this is something I don't like.

Resistance is when I put an end to what I don't like.

A cop?

A mole?

A dirty, rotten infiltrator.

The idea that you would make love to me.

To all of us.

When all this time, you were spying on us.

I can't think of nothing lower in this world.

You're worse than Isolde.

At least she supports the principles of the FIA.

All

right.

What do you have to say for yourself?

I confess.

I was sent as a covert operative.

But I haven't reported anything back, and I swear I'm not going to.

I've been converted to the cause. Shut up.

I don't believe you.

You would say anything to warm your way out of this.

Please.

How can I prove it to you?

Tell me. How can I show my allegiance?

There is one way.

Only one.

How are you child?

I think I'm going mad.

I feel like I've been in here for weeks.

Big Mother Zeal makes her intemperate.

What's going on out there?

Is Volker okay?

She's recovering.

I want to tell you a story.

In my religion, there is a two -spirited Orisha, a saint named Olokun,

ruler of the bottom of the ocean.

One day at the beach, she meets a beautiful boy, Orisha Oko, patron of

agriculture and virility.

He invites her to a party on Earth where he gets drunk and reveals to his

friends that his companion is dual -gendered, which is why she must hide in

depths of the sea.

Embarrassed and upset, Alokum flees the party, leaving her shoes behind.

and returns to her home at the bottom of the ocean.

In anger and frustration, she unleashes the first tsunami onto the

world.

It's a beautiful story, but why are you telling it to me?

Sister Barbara and I believe that in your heart, you are one of us.

After much internecine struggle, we have managed to convince Big Mother to allow

you to stay and be a part of our crusade.

And although we strongly encourage you to do so, we leave it up to you whether

or not you choose to undergo the same procedure as your comrade.

I believe that I am a woman as I am.

Sister Barbara and I understand that.

And Big Brother?

Give her time.

She'll come around.

Isolde, I'm going to tell you a secret, but you must promise not to tell the

other girls.

I promise.

I, too, was born two -spirited.

I was assigned as female shortly after birth.

Blessed be the goddess of all worlds that has made me a woman.

Thank you, Dr. Agmar.

There is one way.

Only one.

We are the FLA.

I want all men on one side of the theater and all women on the other

side.

Move!

Let

the

revolution begin.

Thank you.

We make our own classrooms and our flags absolutely everywhere.

It's the only way to beat the patriarchy.

We make unsuspecting porn for timeless men cutting off their

genitals for propaganda and our perversions.

It's the only way to beat the patriarchy.

Making loads of cash

Down,

down, down, down Down with the patriarchy Down with the patriarchy

Down, down, down Down with the patriarchy Down, down, down, down Down

with the patriarchy Down with the patriarchy

Down, down, down.

Down, down, down.

Down with the patriarchy.

We make out in classrooms, an effect absolutely everywhere.

It's the only way to beat the patriarchy.

We make unsuspecting calls with harmless men, cutting off their genitals

with propaganda and our perversion.

It's the only way to be a patriarchy Making loads of cash

What

if they find out our men are also women?

There'd be no need for any of this at all

What if they find out all men are also women?

There'd be no need for any of this at all.

We make out in classrooms and have sex absolutely everywhere.

It's the only way to beat the patriarchy.

Making lots of cash.

We make unsuspecting porn with harmless men.

Down, down, down, down.