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THE HOUSE OF LOST WOMEN
We would like to thank the towns of Malaga and Murcia for allowing us
to film at their various locations in the making of this film.
Sometimes I come to this desolate beach
nude,
to catch the rays of the morning sun.
It's not a ritual,
or an aesthetic pleasure.
Not even exhibitionism.
Nobody lives on this island.
Except for us.
My family.
And for what it's worth, the beach and sun.
Ever since we arrived when I was a little girl,
I've had plenty of time to enjoy them.
To become indifferent to them.
And even hate them.
There's only one house on this island.
Ours.
Along with ruins so old and decrepit
they've lost all their mystery.
Every week, a boat comes by
and docks at the only pier,
to deliver the supplies
my stepmother, Dulcinea, ordered the week before.
Apart from that, nobody comes or goes.
Nothing changes.
Let's see how the world is doing.
Pocarillo begins pilgrimage to Fatima.
Julio Iglesias nominated for an Oscar.
Mari Cruz Soriano and Calvo Sotelo to perform a concert
at the Vatican,
before the Pope.
Oh well.
Los Pecos
writes a new version of the song "Gone With the Wind."
That can't be.
Guess we'll see.
Luis Del Olmo becomes a Trappist monk.
That's all we need.
Dr. Cabezas.
Margaret Thatcher gets married in Washington.
This is the best news I've read in a long while!
These journalists are something else.
- A coffee, sir? - I don't like coffee.
- Tea? - I'm not English.
- An Anisada? - I'm not an old lady.
- What would you like? - I want... a Mate!
Mate?
Mate. Mate. Mate.
Yes, the drink of Martin Fierro.
The taste and aroma of the wild pampas, now in Spain's markets.
Mate Atahualpa,
a new flavor from Carlos Gardel's hometown.
Mate Atahualpa! From Argentina!
The taste and aroma of the wild land, has arrived in Spanish markets,
Mate Atahualpa.
Argentina conquers Spain!
Mate Atahualpa from Argentina: Capture the flavor.
Paulova, what's wrong?
What do you want?
The Ferris wheel for the baby girl!
Look how pretty!
Round and round and round.
Oh, you want the pretty doll?
I guess not.
- The piano? - Yes!
Happy now?
Still playing with toys. You're a grown woman now.
You even have a beard like The Seven Dwarfs.
Only it's on your little pussy.
You filthy pig!
Now you don't get anything!
Ramon Novarro,
he was a famous actor.
I saw him when I was a boy in the film, "The Sheik."
Or was it "The Son of the Sheik"?
No.
"The Barbarian"?
I don't remember.
He wasn't a great actor until he starred in foreign films.
- Dad. - Yes?
Why are we exiled?
- What kind of a question is that? - Come on, Daddy. Be nice and tell me why.
There are certain things a little girl shouldn't know.
But Dad, I'm eighteen years old!
That's impossible, you can't be eighteen!
You were born in Caracas.
In Trujillo.
Where we played "The Widow." No, "The Count of Luxembourg."
Anyway, a Viennese opera.
Dad! Dad, why are we exiled?
- You're naked! - What about her?
- She's my wife! - And I'm your daughter.
Does it matter?
No, not really.
Why did you have to leave Argentina?
- Because your father molested an underage girl. - Oh, really?
No, no, she wasn't underage. She was nineteen.
- Whatever, she was a minor. - Today it would have been different!
Today she wouldn't have been considered a minor.
Today, adulthood begins at eighteen.
All the same, she was fourteen.
- Oh, my God! Dad! - Fourteen years old?
How time flies.
Poor girl, she could have been your daughter.
Your daughter?
How romantic!
- Do you ever feel any regret? - Yes. Yes, I do.
A lot. Especially when he remembers the police, one step behind him.
You think I'm selfish?
- I still think about the girl. - Bah!
Go on, Dad.
Yes, I have many regrets.
Sometimes,
they wake me up in the middle of the night.
I've heard you moaning a lot of times.
That's for a different reason.
Shut up!
Yes, I wake up anxious.
Then what do you do?
I roll over and go back to sleep.
Can you please smack that stupid child?
As you wish, sir.
Daddy, would you like to molest me?
No, of course not. No.
Why not?
- Because you're my daughter. - What does that matter?
- You're blood of my blood. - What does that matter?
I don't know, but it does.
Don't you like my tits?
Yes, they're very feminine and young.
But are they soft or firm? Pretty or ugly?
Firm and beautiful. You flirt.
Daddy.
I bet you don't know Ramon Novarro.
- No. - Take a look.
- He died a while back. - He looks like you.
The ladies used to tell me I looked like him.
You know what?
I think you're a lot more handsome than Ramon Novarro.
You'll remember me!
Dulcinea...
Get off of me! I can't!
I can't.
You can! I know you can!
You and your damn hang-ups!
I can't, Dulcinea. Please have mercy.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Dulcinea.
All you women today act like queen bees towards men.
You're not a man. You're a pile of shit!
To be a man?
Or to be a pile of shit?
That is the question.
If you were a man you wouldn't be afraid of fucking a woman,
instead of jerking off all day.
No! That's not true!
Something horrible is happening to me.
Know what it is?
My soul.
It's wrapped in a shroud at the bottom of a tomb.
I hear music at night.
- Someone calls my name. - Who? Who is it?
Who was it?
There were elderly people.
There was a wind quartet.
I don't know who composed the music,
but it was a lovely melody.
The four bald men played fervently.
Suddenly the wind quartet attacked
the other music.
You're crazy. That's from a play, a comedy. In the theater.
Theater?
Could be.
Perhaps we're still performing
a midnight show.
We must constantly rehearse,
to know what comes next.
You're crazy!
You're crazy! You're crazy! You're crazy!
I have the impression that my life is completely useless,
like those wild flowers that wither, at the bottom of a valley,
without anybody ever having smelled their sweet perfume.
No hand has ever caressed their tender petals.
Nobody has even walked near them.
Why don't you feed her?
You feed her. That's what her father's for.
You're supposed to take care of my daughters.
That's their shameless mother's job.
C'mon, baby. Paulova's going to eat.
What would become of you, if not for me?
Between your filthy sister and your useless father.
You'll see. I'm going to leave one day.
Pay attention! You need to learn how to care for your daughter.
Open wide. Open wide. Here comes your mother, eat her!
Look at her, a cannibal!
And now baby girl is going to eat a big airplane!
C'mon, Desdemona. Come here and eat!
And now a train, that's it.
That's it.
It was a memorable play, in Mendoza.
I believe it was in the main hall.
- A beautiful theater. - Very good.
It was a classical play.
And now you'll eat a little black man!
Don Mendo? Don Juan?
Look here.
Mal-Malvaloca?
Now she'll eat a little man.
It was a classic interpretation.
And now Paulova will eat a minister!
- What work did I perform in Mendoza? - How would I know?
- Well, keep feeding her! - That's what I'm doing.
I remember, "La Hosteria Del Laurel"!
Shut up!
See what you did? You scared her with your bullshit!
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
C'mon, baby girl. Don't listen to him.
Here's your bunny!
Calm down, calm down, it's over now.
The ogre is leaving now.
I'm taking you with me to America on my next tour.
Oh, really?
You shall come with me to Mendoza.
You don't say.
You don't believe me?
- No. - Well then!
You'll remember me.
Daddy,
I believe you. I'll go with you to Mendoza.
Mendoza.
I was very happy there.
Mendoza is south of Buenos Aires.
No, it's to the north.
Cordova, Santiago.
Santiago del Estero. No.
- You'll go with me to Mendoza? - Of course.
What a city.
That's where I met your poor mother.
She was lovely.
She had such a sweet voice.
And her hands...
Hands like alabaster.
She had class, a stately bearing.
And another thing, she was a whore who oozed spite.
You can think what you like.
If I were in her position, I'd do the same.
She's right.
Your mother was a whore.
How did she die?
Of syphilis, in a hospital in Chile.
Okay, party's over!
Bedtime! Shut up, imbecile!
Shut up!
You'll remember me!
You bitch!
I'll teach you a lesson!
This is the only way you'll learn.
Were you snooping?
Enjoy yourself?
Be careful, because next time it could be you.
The days passed
with the same emptiness as always.
The wind and rain were the only events
that varied the monotony of these sun-soaked
and breezy days.
The silence was sometimes shattered by airplanes leaving the coast.
Where were they going?
How many happy passengers were inside?
Going to new lands.
Crossing new horizons.
But our lives would soon be interrupted as well.
I've always believed in omens.
I don't know why.
But the truth is
there wasn't the slightest clue
to warn us of what was to come on that fateful morning.
Everything changed.
Let's see, I want to go here.
To the islands of
Fiji!
What a strange name.
And I would like to go here.
Honolulu!
And where else would I like to visit?
No, not Russia.
I would like to go to Alaska.
And I'd like to visit Antofagasta
and La Pampa!
But I'll never go to any of those cities.
Never.
I'm staying on this shitty island
with my crazy family
until the end.
Who are you? What do you want?
I want to come in and talk to you.
No, I don't want to, not with you. Get off my island!
Leave or I'll kill you!
What a disaster! Paulova, wait a second.
I'll show you how it's done.
You watch and learn. Watch me, okay?
Start with your hand, gently.
Like this.
Like this, very softly.
Throw that piece of shit away.
That's not a real vibrator.
It's rubbish.
Watch me.
With this finger
pointing directly towards your slit.
Like this.
Gently.
Slowly.
Start pushing harder.
Like this.
Very gently.
Like this.
Wait!
Don't be an animal about it.
Move your hands away.
Bring this finger here. Like this.
And put this finger on your clit.
And move it, like this.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
Slowly... slowly.
Gently, very gently, like this.
You don't like it?
Well, then do it however you want!
You're a mess.
Who are you? What do you want?
What are you doing on our island?
I see you're a Pontecorvo.
You know Mario Pontecorvo?
- Are you his daughter? - He's my husband.
I don't believe you.
I look younger than I am. Guess my age.
Fifteen.
You're wrong. I'm a lot older.
I don't believe you.
- Were you hunting? - Yes.
This is private property.
What are you going to do?
I'll tell my husband and he'll kill you.
I know, I've already spoken to him. Goodbye, ma'am.
Hey, wait! I was joking.
I'm Mario Pontecorvo's daughter.
My name is Desdemona.
If you come with me, my father will let you stay for dinner.
I'll say we're friends.
This way. Come.
Pardon me, ma'am.
- Who is this man? - He's a poacher.
I found him by the pond.
This is my stepmother.
- A pleasure to meet you. - Hello.
What are you doing here? I told you to get off my island.
- Leave him alone, Dad. He's nice. - Out.
Out!
- He's a hunter. - A hunter?
A hunter?
A hunter, that's impossible.
I see. Come with me. We have lots to talk about.
You like him, don't you?
- Come on, this way. - Thank you.
Have a seat.
What would you like to drink? Cointreau, Benedictine, Triple Sec?
No, no, no. Thank you.
What did you say your name was?
I didn't, but my name is Tony Curtis.
Like the movie actor?
And who are you?
A simple Andalusian that's earned this land by the sweat of his brow.
I live here with my family.
This must have cost a fortune.
This? My island? You'd be surprised at its value.
- I have no idea. - Worthless.
It's not cultivatable, no dry goods, it's not even irrigated. Nothing.
But let's cut to the chase.
You're from Interpol, aren't you?
Take me away.
No, no, I'm not from Interpol.
I'm just a simple poacher.
And a great admirer of your work, Mr. Pontecorvo.
Don't say that! I want to forget that part of my life.
That's why I left it all behind.
You were a great actor.
And a great tenor. Yes, I know!
- And what has it gotten me? - The respect of the public.
That's true. Perhaps.
- Have you seen me perform? - My parents did.
In what?
In your performances of "Chegaray" and "Benavente," and the silent version of.
"Jeronim" by Padre Colomas that introduced you as a great actor.
Very true.
You must be much older than you look.
You're staying the night, right? Would you like a drink?
Benedictine? Cointreau? I even have Calisay!
- Sure, I'll have a Calisay. - Excellent!
Sorry, I'm out of Calisay.
I assure you, darling, I'll destroy those damned Barnes,
even if I have to sell my last share of oil stock.
You're insatiable, ♪.R.
After all the damage your dad did to that poor family, you're still not satisfied.
You're a whore, like your mother and grandmother.
But in the end I fall for perverted women like you.
I'll send you five dozen plastic roses,
so they never wither.
It's millionaires like you
that play with the morals and material possessions of proletarians.
You're detestable and adorable at the same time. I'm yours.
Bastard!
I knew you'd fall into my arms.
Even after all this time, I always get the girl.
You're hurting me, ♪.R.!
- What are you doing? - I know, darling.
♪.R.
♪ .R.! Your daughter had a miscarriage!
She wasn't my granddaughter. She was a Barnes.
You bastard! This is your fault!
You poisoned her coffee!
I always suspected it was you.
Bastard!
My husband has never liked coffee,
but ever since I discovered La Grulla brand instant coffee,
he never leaves for work without having a fresh cup first!
Mmmm, excellent coffee.
I'll have another, sweetheart!
Since I started drinking La Grulla brand coffee, life smiles at me!
- You even look prettier, darling. - Oh, darling!
Won't you be late for work?
I'll give my boss a box of La Grulla coffee and everything will be okay.
La Grulla coffee is incredible!
You should be ashamed!
I'll tell your father
you were masturbating.
So what?
You know very well.
He'll ask me to punish you, and I'll beat you until you bleed.
That's the only way you'll learn to control your savage instincts.
I have a better idea. I'll tell the hunter
I caught you masturbating.
No, please don't. Don't do that! I'm begging you,
I'll do anything you want!
Very well. We'll see if you're capable of doing whatever I want.
We'll start with this.
Come on! Lick my feet!
Can't you hear me? Lick my feet!
Come on. Obey!
Here with us, Mrs. Amparo Balduque, happy mother of quintuplet rascals.
The two on the left always get dirty in the neighboring field.
Pacito, the middle child, is always putting candy in his pockets.
Juan Alberto gets gum all over, and Kokita spits up everything she eats.
It's a nightmare!
I never thought I'd see them clean, until I discovered Ama-Clean!
More! More!
Ama-Clean gives fast and pristine whiteness!
Now my five kids are sparkling clean!
More! More!
Sue Ellen, you're drinking again.
Get away from me! You disgust me!
Let's make things more interesting.
Kiss me.
Kiss my pussy.
Like a horse from the wild west!
Like a fierce behemoth!
Heston Turbo is here!
The car of the future!
With a fully adjustable steering wheel, aerodynamic grooves,
multi-chromed rear view mirror,
retroactive wind-shield.
A whim for the man with class!
A car for winners!
Heston Turbo!
Have you tried the new extra thin maxi-pad from Flor de Manresa?
Tiny, invisible, translucent!
The pad for active women.
For a happy period. Happy, happy,
happy, happy, happy.
♪ .R. Is not Sue Ellen's father, I swear to you.
She's the result of an affair between Eli and that ukulele player from Tennessee.
They call him Charlie the Bouncer.
The owner of the platinum mines?
I didn't know he played the ukulele.
When he was young, ♪.R. found out. That's how he blackmailed him for years.
Now Paulovita is going to eat The Three Little Pigs!
Yummy! Now Paulovita will eat Little Red Riding Hood.
- Don't you get tired of wandering? - Well, no, I have a home of my own.
- Good! - But you're lucky,
surrounded by these beautiful women.
I must admit, I'm envious of you.
And now you'll eat The Fairy Godmother. Oh, yes!
Have you ever been to Mendoza?
No, but I've been to Buenos Aires.
Your face seems very familiar to me.
I'm sure we've met before.
Are you sure you're not remembering him from a while ago?
I've been all over south Argentina; Patagonia, Nieves Eternes, Las Focas.
What is your profession?
Hunter.
Here it is, Paulovita. Choo, choo!
Doesn't sound like a profitable profession.
Maybe, if I hunted silver foxes.
- And now, three more little pigs! - Let's speak clearly.
Your presence arouses my suspicion. Let's be honest about this.
Idiot!
Don't you know she's retarded and you have to treat her kindly? Take her away!
Shut up, shut up! Shut up at once!
- Pardon this small incident. - You need to be kinder with her.
Sometimes she gets on my nerves.
Everyone has their burdens.
This poor child is ours.
Look at me, hunter. Are you sure you've never been to Mendoza?
I'm sure.
I'm going to bed.
- He's really a nice person. - Poor guy.
Come with me. I'll show you to your room.
- Good evening. - Hello.
What do you want?
Do you mind if I stay with you?
Not if your parents don't mind?
They're sleeping.
Will you let me touch you?
I've never touched a man's cock before
and I want to so bad.
Goodbye.
You were spying on us.
What do you think? I'm also a woman.
With a husband.
Mario isn't normal. He doesn't count.
Then why are you with him?
Please...
What?
Help me.
Come here.
That's right, look at us.
Look what a real man does!
Learn what a man does with a woman.
Do you want more?
See what a real man does?
He doesn't get tired of fucking.
Furthermore, he's taken Desdemona's virginity.
- You're putting on make-up? - That's what it looks like.
Are you leaving?
- Yes, today the boat comes. - With the hunter?
With him or anyone else. It doesn't matter.
- Where are you going? - To live, simply to live.
It only took one man showing up for you to abandon us.
You're right. Finally a man showed up.
Very well.
I hope you find happiness
if you can.
Goodbye.
Leaving already?
The boat comes in today. She's coming with me.
I see that's why you came.
You're wrong. I came because I know a great deal about you.
I wanted to meet you.
But you've proven to not be worth the trouble.
So I was right, you're with the police.
No, I'm a journalist.
You won't even interview me?
No.
You have nothing to say! He's told me everything.
You're a failed actor. You're sick.
Nothing you say is true.
You didn't even rape that girl.
And you've never been to Mendoza.
You're a pathological liar!
Today they'll know what I'm made of.
Today those soulless bastards will know who I am!
Yes, they'll see.
I'll put on my captain's uniform!
Captain of the Tercios from Flanders!
Captain, sir!
The captain with his scimitar.
Red cape, and sorrel horse!
Daddy.
She's run off!
Do you want me to take her place?
Ophelia, go to a convent!
- Dad, what's wrong? - Go live in a convent, Ophelia!
That's how it is with these people.
Because of a single defect, all other virtues, no matter how great,
are worthless in the realm of reason.
My dagger.
My dagger! Where's my dagger?
Tied to the bench of a Turkish galley.
Both hands on the oar, both eyes on the ground!
They cried hoarsely from the rowing and the chains!
A cornered Dragut on the beach in Marbella.
Famous sea of Spain!
Theater of a thousand tragedies!
Bring me news of my wife.
Tell me if the tears and sighs of her letters were true!
Thank you.
Coasts that rise. Beaches that cry.
Yearning eyes.
They'll see you again.
Amen.
Paulova and I are alone now.
For how long?
I don't know
if she's aware of our father's death.
But the absence of Dulcinea has soothed her.
She's much happier.
Perhaps she enjoys the solitude that I detest.
And this silence.
They've closed the airport along the coast.
The planes that once gave me reason to dream are gone.
I can leave, whenever I want.
But where to?
And what would become of Paulova?
I know.
I shouldn't have these stupid fantasies.
I know I'll never get off this island.