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Good evening, sir. Thank you.

Justine

Mo, come on! Come here.

Come here?

This way. Come-on

This way. Come here.

No, sir, I'm not cold any more.

I Your deceit hurt me I still feel it...

But there isn't one reason why I should give up on you.

Look for it, out of respect for my dignity as a woman... .

You don't have the right to be discouraged just because I stirred your imagination.

it�s become an obsession for you, but if you really want me to respect you...

- Then give yourself to me. - Marco! What do you mean?

What are you trying to say? That you'd be capable of raping me?

That's what you�re trying to say, isn't it?

Don't you realize?

I�m old enough to know what�s right...

and I know exactly what I want from you.

To look at you, you seem like a gentleman...

but I'll tear out your desire with my teeth!

-You'll still be mine! - No!

No!

Mireille!

Mireille, stop!

Help! Please stop!

- What's going on? - He's a brute, he's following me!

Come on, get in.

He saw us!

We're far away from him. He's almost out of sight.

Change route. Go that way.

- Turn! - You'll crash the car!

Tell me earlier!

-There he goes. - He's a thug!

He won't get faring that piece of junk. It's a good thing you found me.

- You know you've got a pretty face. - What are you doing?

I�m touching you. Come on, don't be like that.

Come on, don't push me away.

Have you seen an old Fiat with a baggage rack go past?

Yes, it was heading for the demolition yard.

Asshole!

I�m a real nice guy.

Are you biting me? That isn't polite.

So much for small talk!

I must get to you, Mireillet

I be hayed like a scumbag. I want to apologize, to explain!

Come on, behave!

You're a feisty one!

I�m going to have you, bitch! You can count on it!

No, I don't want to!

I�m still going to have you.

Calm down, you idiot!

I don�t want to!

Where are you going?

You did it with him, now it's my turn!

Look at her! Look at the bitch!

I don�t want to!

Look... Look!

- Let go of me! - Stay still.

Fuck her! Fuck her!

I don�t want to!

She wants you!

Mireille!

Watch out!

Be careful!

Marlon!

Marlon!

Stop!

Stop!

Marlon!

-What are you doing? - I got him.

Run!

Marlon!

Why?

Why did all this happen?

I ask you, why should we be subjected to this mental and physical abuse...

Because I�m sure that if you�d done it to me...

To answer your question, it was clearly you who exercised violence against me...

Forcing me to accept the idea of this round table...

By threatening to reveal dark secrets to my family...

Which would have tarnished me, according to you, naturally.

I�m the one who induced her to force you to attend this meeting...

Lady Diana, Marlon the actor, and the others present here.

Mireille, they violated your dignity as a woman...

They invaded your personal space...

Robbing you of your basic right to be yourself in any given relationship.

I swear I never even touched her.

Violence isn't only doing something physically against another individual...

But it's also abusing the good faith of others to victimize them.

Leaving them with a feeling of rancor, of distrust.

Look, before I became a businessman...

I prided myself on being without fault.

Seeing the male with his bare chest, her sexual cravings came to the surface...

And she uncovered her breasts. So I intervened.

Cover your breasts and keep them safe because they're the evidence!

I�m arresting you for inciting libidinous thoughts in innocent minors...

in addition to which, I�m arresting you for obscene!

Do you realize, Mr. Anselmo, what it means for a woman today...

To have to deal with the consequences of being accused of lewd acts and obscenity?

They're shameful crimes that debase a person's values...

And, for a young person...

This can create feelings of shame that are hard to recover from.

You weren't doing your duty...

in my opinion you were drowning an instinctive feeling of resentment...

For the desirability of the body of a woman you only looked upon as flesh.

Who you didn't have the courage to ask for a bit of love.

And your desire was stimulated by a form of mental masturbation...

That made you feel like both master and servant at the same time.

The accusation you're rallying against him is splendid...

But when Mireille came to you for guidance...

For the violence she had suffered, of which I was the cause, involuntarily...

What did you do?

With the excuse of wanting to see proof of the abuse she had suffered...

I made here into my bath, naked, then I got undressed as well.

I told her the cold water would bring out the bruises so I could photograph them.

It was too late when she realized I was a frustrated sadist...

Perhaps even worse than those thugs who had raped her.

The purity nurtured in a breath, or a subdued closeness...

But for her, now, it�s just a fading point in the distance...

We tore it from her.

Or the conscience of my crimes, at least.

Yes, this does you justice.

- Can you explain yourself more clearly? - It was a simple case of jealousy...

The guy I was chasing fell in love with her...

So, to get back at them, I tried to get them to hate each other.

I paid someone to do it.

But Mireille had seen them.

Herbert!

Then he heard Mireille, so he hid behind the blonde...

To make it look like they were arguing on the beach.

Die! Die!

Let go of her! Please!

Let go of her!

What is a game? Nothing.

But when our games are projected on others they end up creating fractures...

Where it's difficult to predict the outcome.

To exact revenge...

Luana used a woman who had been forced by men to do the most humiliating job...

Against another woman, whose feelings she hadn't taken into account.

It caused Mireille to be annoyed with her boyfriend...

And with good reason, my dear Luana...

Because don't forget that two youngsters in love...

Live in an ecstasy that takes them out of this world.

When a bee stings, it's over.

I don't see myself as a bee!

A monkey, perhaps, that's drowning under a meter of water!

He came to help me but he floundered and we both ended up swallowing water.

The beach was getting further away

The fear! We were going to drown!

Then, when I felt his feet touch me...

I felt the curious desire to ride him! To laugh!

And I considered her an intruder!

But the contact with his skin excited me, unexpectedly.

The more I touched I him, the more I wasn�t myself.

His skin drove me into an absurd frenzy.

And Mireille, too.

She was incredibly taken by that drunken moment.

But I�m not a normal woman...

And it wasn't in method what I did, or to rape anyone!

But you did it, and you were gambling with my body again...

A body I now hate, because I don't know who I am any more...

Or what I want? And my aspirations as a woman?

There's no need to turn it into a crisis...

Just try to understand the reason why respectable people...

Are such victims of their baser instincts that their desires become distorted...

Because we are talking about desire...

into a spontaneous game of affinity.

Perhaps it was the resentment of our spent youth?

There are many reasons...

Man has encouraged women to behave seductively...

And this creates a conflict in men like Mr. Anselmi.

On the one hand, he likes a woman who's so welcoming, she tempts him...

On the other, he doesn�t feel confident enough to bear the comparison...

So, to hide his weakness, he makes her less aggressive...

Making him feel like the master, and he believes it.

in reality, he's the victim of someone who knows what a woman's role is...

And he conjures up a variety of sensations in her mind that frustrate her...

And they unleash the wont violence in him...

When the circumstances favor it.

A woman�s role, handed down over the years, is humiliating...

Just as the role of the man as master is humiliating.

in truth, the relationship between the sexes is part of the marvelous balance of nature.

... and it is the law of nature.

So that every individual has the possibility to choose...

And to have second thoughts.

But man wanted to create his own laws...

And to impose them the punishment for sex was flagellation...

Which has always been identified with women.

This is how the victimization of women began.

Being usually identified with sex...

They became a sacrificial element for satanic sects.

Where sado-masochistic penrenions were unleashed in orgiastic black masses.

Each ritual performed in the shadows of deviant idols.

The sun that nourishes our totem...

Commands you, woman, to light your femininity...

For you are the fertile earth of our tribe.

And we can still talk about the systematic exploitation of a woman's body...

For squalid spectacles which excite the more perverted sensations.

Some drugs and the naive girls start feeling excited...

Perhaps also believing in a professionalism...

That is still only the prostitution of one's own body.

And, for women, these sensual contortions...

Exploded in 1731, with the arrival of the Convulsionaries of Saint-M�dard.

A sect still currently operating in America by the name of BlackWhite.

in the woodlands surrounding the cemetery in St-M�dard...

They prayed to both mother nature and Satan.

The sacrificial altar were made out of oak tree trunks...

Underneath which they say the mandrake root grows.

This plant, already known to Hippocrates...

Who had discovered that its roots had aphrodisiac properties.

Mentioned in the bible...

Where it states that Rachel becomes a mother after drinking its juice.

And studied in the 1600's by Lorenzo Catelo.

Who specified that the roots from this plant...

Are nothing more than virile sperm...

Which brought Larousse Parelian to conclude that the smoke from this root...

induced a state of excitement that bordered on insane.

What happens today, in the forests of California...

Happened before in French woodlands during the 1700's.

Satan!

Satan!

No, no.

And, with the woman as an object of possession and sado-masochisticexploitation...

in New York, the Babiniotis Raptus insists suitable virgins...

Manipulated by psychedelic lights and a diet of Oriental drugs...

Urinate in public to purihthemselves and be worthy of their grand master...

Who will put the seed into their body that should give birth to the new messiah.

Squeeze!

Satan, our master...

Restore the cradle in your bowels for the new messiah of darkness!

I can already feel the heat of the black angel.

I have submitted my virginity to all the rituals, grand master.

We'll sacrifice it for Satan and for nature.

From whence we came. For his glory.

I�m ready, grand master. I drank Satan's blood to be ready.

I, humbly chosen, will celebrate the sacrifice with you, virgin.

Yes, now. Immediately.

I will kiss your hand that will prove my virginity.

Certainly.

Ty to believe.

It hurts.

Are you also pure of thought? -Yes.

Turn around. -I drank his blood...

I must obey him.

Satan. My virginity, my life...

I give everything to you because you're the beautiful angel.

I want the black messiah! I want the messiah!

No, why from behind?

Your bride beautiful Satan!...

... doesn�t want me to look at you while I put his seed in you.

Don�t you suspect that the woman is playing up this role of the victim?

No, quite the opposite...

Because without Dr. Roberts forcing her to blackmail us, we wouldn't be here.

She isn�t the victim here, but she has suffered...

At the hands of Marlon, because she could, she ran away without hesitating.

Marlon should also tell us how mental summering...

He put this girl through before she decided to act?

Probably as much as you when you dared to defend your crimes of libidinous obscenity.

That is, a woman, just because she's a woman...

Always provokes a morbid reaction in individuals like you.

I'd like to talk about that. But now with you...

Not with you, Mireille. But with them.

Not with him, the great Marlon, but with that kid who goes to work on a motorbike.

Not with you, or with you...

With you!

With that lady there!

With those honest youths. With those hard working people.

With everyone! To make them see that I�m right.

You only need to go outstand ask women who satisfied they are...

And whether they�ve managed to find fulfilling relationships.

Excuse me.

We're writing an article for a newspaper...

We'd like to know if you�re satisfied with your condition as woman?

Sure, I married the man I love...

We still love each other like the first day we met.

He always comes home happy, smiling!

He kisses me, asks me how my morning was?

He always brings me a little trinket, everyday.

We talk, he tells me about his day, asks for my advice...

And then, he never forgets to compliment me on my cooking!

And how enjoys it! Because, he says...

''it�s seasoned with so much love!''

What is this shit?

it�s all Tomaso's fault! ''Mary Rosalia'', he said...

Don't speak! You're a dishonest virgin!

You're so beautiful.

Scratch!

Harder!

Fuck me!

You have golden hands!

But I'm going to keep you a virgin to make sure you don't cheat on me!

it�s incredible to believe, but let's listen to a lady who will excuse us...

If was ask her how she was able to cope with life after her husband left her...

And whether she encountered any difficulties because she was a woman.

What could I do?

I closed my eyes to those who stretched out their hands...

You should have seen them! They were disgusting!

But I�m honest! I've never taken my knickers oh!

I only go there to take my little girl to dance school... .

Home, school, school, home... Always on her feet, but she doesn't chat!

Honestly, she's just like her mother. She doesn't get too familiar for free!

A flower! But you have to give her space if you want to smell her!

I�m raising heron milk, honey and lots of love.

She's got long thighs and eyes to die for!

She's not missing anything to knock someone out!

And if her cheating father ever shows up...

Who left her with me, and disappeared...

I�ll throw a big party to make him wish he had never been born!

My little girl wants to be a feminist but she's going to struggle...

You have to suck it from a man to get back all the things grandma gave you!

Yes! Sure, honey!

You know how my mother is. She drives me nuts sometimes.

She's very worried about that debt I mentioned last time.

You paid it? All that money!

Thank you, you really can ask me for anything...

But you know I�m a virgin! Yes, you're making me nervous!

I swear you'll be my first man if you take care of me.

- You've got so much money! - You'll be mine?

- Yes, my love. -You'll be rich!

- I�ll be yours! - You'll have everything you want!

- Kiss me! - But I warn you, I can�t leave my wife.

- I don�t care, I love you! - Put the phone on your breasts...

I want to hear you breathing. Your fresh skin.

- Yes! - Listen!

- I hear you. - I love you.

Rub the phone all over your body. Make me feel young again.

Excite me and I�ll make you rich!

Stroke your neck thinking of my hand.

I�ll give you a pearl necklace.

Bring my voice to your breasts.

My love!

How I feel you!

I want to go on a trip...

On your yacht.

But with mummy, so she'll be happy as well!

You, me, and mummy!

- Do you respect women? - -Christ, who doesn't?

- Men, usually. -You�re joking!

Look, I picked up the girl I like. She�s there, in that van.

She doesn't miss out on anything. Given that I�m broke...

I share her with my friend. She makes us happy...

She mends our socks and lives like a lady, with _o entrances!

Now she's doing it with Gigi.

You're better!

The last one is always the best one, right?

If anyone disrespects her, there are two of us to defend her.

We're just careful not have to kids, so we don't ght about being the father.

Excuse me, we're carrying out a sociological survey...

We'd like to know what you think about women's conditions...

And what your relationship is like with women.

- Are you married? - Yes, we love each other, we're happy.

- Does your wife work? - Yes, she's a teacher, we're colleagues.

My hobby is fishing and she's very understanding about it.

When I get back she�s usually sleeping like an angel...

We have a mutual understanding.

We never argue or say things we don't mean...

We live in an idyllic harmony our marriage is based on.

it�s like a dream.

When will I tend? The loneliness, and the waiting?

The waiting... The waiting!

I told you many times, why don�t we have a baby?

Then you'd have company.

I know you, you want me to have lots of children so I'll take care of them...

And you'll be free to go where ever you want!

No!

I love you, you fool. And I want you!

No! Not from the front!

What if I become pregnant?

I�ll still make you happy.

Yes!

You want to hear about the modern knights, or the past?

You are a vision of tiredness and submission.

Pigs, fuck off!

What meaning does your life have?

And what meaning do you give to your relationships...

... in your modern condition as woman and man?

I We'd like honest answers if you feel like answering.

- I�m in. - Me too.

- Everything�s okay. - Have you ever hit a woman?

I�ve got this motorbike that I use to capture them...

I say capture them, but they�re the ones that capture me...

If you're not careful they'll fuck you in the ass without butter...

They're all dirty feminists!

I take the pill, I fuck who and when I like and I try to enjoy it.

I�ve got some feelings, but where do I put them?

Poor thing, he's got feelings! Stick them up your ass!

Listen, you men have been screwing us for centuries...

Now flip out! And climb out of the pulpit...

Sprint like Gold rake! I�ll screw whoever's first...

The last one can sit there and watch!

- How can you accept? - If you want a fuck...

Are you there?

Ready!

Go!

You're mine!

Catch!

it�s established that we don't hurt anyone!

- You're lost in your decay! - Don't take it out on us...

The old folks left the decay.

I was deflowered by a Lawyer at my workplace...

... while I was preparing the case_leto defend a rape victim.

Excuse me, lady.

Yes, you.

We'd like to ask you some questions about your conditions as a woman...

You don't have to reply, but if you do, you must be honest.

-Of course I�m honest, I�m a whore! - It's unthinkable!

The only thing coming out of her mouth will be absurd obscenities!

Are you kidding? What obscenities?

I�m an honest slut!

Firulina, assure me this gentleman isn't a gentlemen but a pervert!

... I'll tell you the kind of people I have to work with!

Because they all turn up in double breasted jackets.

I don't want to swear in front of Firulina.

I ended up a hooker, and that�s okay...

But the other night some brown nose turned up who...

I�m telling you, I was quietly going about my business.

- Does your pussy work? - Yes.

Then let's get together!

Don't move.

-You got all your teeth? -Yellow!

- How much an hour? -20,OOO.

-Shall we go? - You're going to cost me a fortune!

lf I wasn't so reserved I�d get a discount.

But this is your patch. Get in!

Get in. Let�s go.

-Are you clean? - Yes.

Don't just stand there!

But that's a donkey! What's got into you?

I screw people, not donkeys!

Cicci is one of the best donkeys in the land, you should feel honored!

Go to hell, you and Cicci!

Yes, I'm whore, and I give satisfaction...

But I�m not into donkeys. Got it?

But I�m not a cow, you bumpkin!

I�ll show you!

I�ll kick your nuts so hard they'll swell!

Whore, woman!

Damn you!

Stay still, I�ll brush you!

Stroke him, stroke him!

Every month we honor her poor husband's death.

It was my fault because he had a heart while we were doing it.

So this joke is his tomb.

I would make an offering of whisky.

He was always getting drunk.

I am Procopio's tomb...

and he pleasantly rests inside me.

I will nourish your grave with the popcorn you liked so much!

Take it.

I despise your death!

So I will search your grave...

for what you left when you were alive, the pleasure that's broken inside her!

Procopio!

He loved popcorn!

Put it in his grave, so he may taste it again!

For me!

in honor of Procopio. Satish him!

But the sun also turns against man, when a man replies like that.

Women don't interest me. Only children excite me.

I spy on them eve here, to capture the moment...

And get my hands on them.

it�s a surprising portrait of the truth that anyone can verify looking around...

Denying it is like denying the existence of the sun.

Man has enslaved women throughout history...

But this condition has come back to hit him like a boomerang, castrating him.

A castration that's saturated in violence, physically and morally...

But against us!

Mireille's act of blackmail has highlighted the main problem...

We're all victims of the same violence.

I�d like to identify the causes that triggered this mechanism...

Not just you, but also more general ones.

I don't consider myself either frustrated or castrated...

- Therefore, I don't see the necessity. - You're the worst among us!

I�m not ashamed to reveal episodes from my past that haunt me.

Every last thought, I see them all! With fuy!

They attack me, and they're always the same!

Why?

Why?

I eaten apple while I�m taking a leak, and my aunt shouts at me.

I enter bathroom without knocking and my mother feels caught in the act.

And she scolds me.

I lick my hands, dirty with jam...

The sky falls.

I run off with a girl to go toilet. It's the end of the world.

An obsessive repression: ''No, no, no, you can't do that. ''

''You can't touch that. '' ''Don't look at that, it's dirty!''

She unleashed a monster in me that tormented me at night, in the dark.

Perhaps there was a small corner of my mind that will still pure...

that was driven by instinct, without conscience or malice.

But someone made sure they took that away from me as well.

Never touch a girl, or look at them naked...

it�s impure!

Never touch their legs or their knickers!

The Devil will make you think lots of evil thoughts!

You shouldn't even touch yourself!

They're all terrible sins that will lead you straight to hell!

All of them!

Childhood games became forbidden games in the dark.

Everything was a sin.

And I felt the Ames of hell in everything.

With no one to talk to I turned to whiskey and drugs! ...

and the twisted caresses certain members of the family would allow themselves.

I felt a rage inside of me that left me blind to reason.

For every dark area you can find the light...

Even if it's a psychological darkness.

To fight it, you must live out your dream...

and let yourself go, following your instincts.

Here, now, with no regard for anyone or anything.

Mireille, you were one of my victims, will you accept the risk?

And the others?

Given that this meeting has been nothing but a farce...

I don�t feel like continuing.

Also because I don't see how any of this applies to me.

I�m willing to take part in any test.

lf it's necessary, then I�m not afraid.

It will be a test of the truth!

It can't hurt us as much as the truth already has.

I�m prepared to do whatever it takes.

Come on, lawyer!

When I�ve drugged myself in hate, defend yourselves!

Or support me!

But don't try to restrain me because all you see is hate!

Hate!

Hate!

Don't untie me.

Don't untie me!

Don't untie me!

Out of the way!

What are you doing?

- Clean the donkey! - Stop!

You're lucky with the ladies.

I�ll make you forget about them!

I want to watch you caress her!

Caress her!

Now bite her! (Downloaded from www.rarelust.com)

Good, like that!

That's enough! I can't stand it anymore.

You may calm my fever but you'll never get rid of it!

I could kill, but then I�d still want to kill...

Because the poison they nurtured in me has deep roots!

It will be years before I can breathe freely in this life as a man!

I want to know what me at one must nurture so as not to damage your face?

No! Not like that, with him!

Not like that!

I don�t want it anymore!

I thought I would burn you, and light you with pleasure.

That's my weak spot!

So you too have a hidden poison that stirs inside of you, respectable Anselmo.

The poison is in me...

but I�m not ashamed.

Turn me upside down! Take me!

- Wait. - Take me!

Harder!

- Harder! - Yes!

Please!

Now... Now!

My love!

Don't let it get to you, Mireille. Take it as it comes...

Because, in really, we're all uninhibited...

I Either from sex, from color or human presumption.

What about the hate they created in me against my own body?

What do I do with it?

Throw it against the obscenities to find love again.