Sinner: The Secret Diary of a Nymphomaniac (Le journal intime d'une nymphomane)

The Secret Diary of a Nymphomaniac

- Can I get a cigarette, please? - Of course.

May I sit here?

Yes. Please do.

- Can I have a drink? - Of course.

Pepe, bring us a bottle!

Listen...

why don't we go somewhere more intimate?

Good idea.

Pepe, bring it to table 7.

- I bet you're not from round here. - No, I'm from Havana.

Havana? That's cool.

- You've been there? - No, but I know it's a marvellous place.

What do you do for a living, darling?

Don't answer. Let me guess...

Artist?

No.

Another bottle?

Well, er... I'm getting a little drunk.

Oh no! I want to get drunk too. I'm feeling good with you.

Come on, let's get another one!

Pepe, another bottle...

- Would you like to sleep with me? - Of course, but you must be expensive.

I am... but I'm worth it, aren't I?

Yes... You're worth a million!

Wait... I'll just get my things in my dressing room.

I'll be right back.

- It's daylight already. - Don't worry, we're going nearby.

This way. It's not far, darling...

- Where? - There.

- You live here? - Let's say I often come here.

My head's spinning...

Police?

Come at once to Hotel Miramar, by the port. Room 37.

A woman's just been murdered. Hurry up!

Police.

Get dressed and come with us.

I committed that murder while temporarily unbalanced

due to drink, after a violent argument.

Will you sign?

I'm innocent... innocent!

Alright...

You want me to prove it was a sadistic and premeditated murder?

That gets the death penalty!

Sign, for God's sake, I'm off on leave.

I am innocent.

Throw him in the hole.

Never mind that bloody idiot!

Got the autopsy results?

Not yet, inspector.

Great!

Has the guy got any family?

He's married, that's all we know.

I must speak to his wife. Call her in.

Yes, sir.

- Hello? - I'd like to speak to Mrs Ortiz.

Yes, it's Mrs Ortiz.

I'd like to meet you, I have some rather unpleasant things to tell you.

What's this about?

Well, Madam, your husband has just been arrested.

He's charged with murder.

That can't be right!

It is, Madam.

In any case, I have to ask you to come to my office as soon as possible.

Alright, I'll come. Goodbye.

Thank you, Rosa... Thank you for coming.

Don't thank me. The police told me to come.

How dreadful!

Rosa, I swear I didn't kill that girl.

I don't believe you anymore.

Why would I have killed her? You know me...

- No! - I'm no killer.

I don't know you. I know nothing.

Despise me if you want. But don't assume I'm a killer.

What I assume doesn't matter.

We're finished now.

PIease Rosa, you can't let them sentence me!

I am still your husband, don't forget.

Maybe I will help you.

But only as much as I would help any useless bum.

Goodbye.

- Did you talk to him? - Yes.

- Still think he's innocent? - I don't know.

Have you ever heard of Countess Anna de Monterey?

No.

It seems she was closely connected with the victim.

- Are you interested? - No.

- If I need you, I'll call. - Goodbye, sir.

- There's a Mrs Ortiz asking for you. - Show her in.

Alright, ma'am.

- Hello. - Hello, Miss.

I'm sorry to disturb you but I need to talk to you.

Please sit down.

- May I offer you a drink? - No, thanks.

What's this about?

My husband is in prison on a murder charge.

So what? I don't understand.

Let me finish.

He's accused of killing a young prostitute called Linda Vargas.

Ah, Linda...

And you want information about Linda Vargas?

I believe my husband is innocent. Don't you?

I don't care. I don't know Mr...?

- Ortiz. - Ortiz?

Who told you she knew me?

The inspector in charge.

He asked me about you and the connection between you and Linda Vargas.

- What do you know about Linda's life? - Nothing.

I can't see the link between a rich woman and a cheap whore.

You're surprised that a girl like Linda was my friend?

It also surprises me sometimes.

Come closer...

When I first met little Linda, she'd not been in town long.

She was a bit lost, since she came from a miserable little village.

One day she got bored of that dull life

and ran away from her parents' house.

And that was Linda's first physical contact with a man.

But the lure of the city must have been stronger

for Linda stayed here anyway.

She worked in many places and had other bitter experiences.

- Linda... - 23...

Come here!

Coming!

I need you for a while.

- Your panties! - Oh no!

- Don't make a fuss, you bitch! - Please don't!

- You like that, don't you? - Please don't!

- Come on, spread them! - Leave me alone!

One day she came to deliver some linen.

Anyone in?

I'd never made love with a girl before.

For me it was a new and exciting feeling.

Her mouth was so soft and so warm!

She gave me an intense pleasure, more than any man could.

She was discovering orgasm.

Linda was very tight

and had only ever made love to men for whom she felt no desire.

They hurt her when they penetrated her.

She stayed with me. We loved each other.

She was just a kid, naive, spontaneous, wild.

I taught her women's secrets and the subtleties of love-making.

It was a voyage of discovery for both of us.

She learned to give herself entirely and eagerly, holding back nothing.

Soon she came to seek pleasure for its own sake.

- Are you alone? - Yes.

Where's Anna?

At the hairdresser's, I think.

You smoke, don't you?

Sure!

I've got a bit of a cold.

Yes, I know...

You know, you've become a beautiful girl...

In fact, I wasn'tjealous... not yet.

It was all part of a game. A new one I wanted to play...

because it sounded like fun.

So it was thanks to me that Linda learnt how to make love to a man,

to get orgasms from a male organ,

to feel the intoxicating sensation as it thrusts inside you.

She fell in love with Alberto

and they went on seeing each other.

But without me. I was excluded from their sex romps.

They used to meet in a trendy disco called The Lucky Ghost.

It was there Linda met Maria,

a gorgeous Brazilian, who later became her lover.

I love you, Alberto. I love you with all my being.

You're my first and probably only true love.

You took your time answering!

- Sorry, ma'am. We didn't expect you. - Is my husband in?

- I don't know, ma'am. I think so, but... - Thank you.

Forgive me, Angela, I can explain...

Don't bother.

Listen!

I give you 10 minutes, not a second more, to leave this house.

You and this "girl"...

But Angela, don't be like this. She means nothing to me!

You dared bring her here! I guess it's not the first time... Go!

Get out now!

Go back to being a cheap playboy, you loser!

Forgive me. Forgive me, Angela!

Forgive me.

Without you I'm nothing, I know that.

Get rid of this whore...

Then we'll see.

Get out!

Get out of here!

The days that followed this break-up were terrible for Linda.

She lay prostrate in bed for days on end.

I was planning a few weeks' vacation in the Bahamas.

That night, I was having a drink with some friends

and Linda was wandering in the house.

Her eyes were blank, the very image of despair.

- What's wrong, Linda? - What's it to you?

Why that tone of voice? What have I done?

Nothing.

You dumped me!

Abandoned me... just when I needed you most.

What do you think?

I need your permission to go on vacation?

Remember, you're just a little slut I picked up out of charity.

Bitch!