Malabimba: The Malicious Whore (Malabimba)

It's here.

I can feel it.

I can feel a presence.

A presence bound to this house.

Who...

Who are you?

Yes, yes...

It's a woman.

No! No!

I don't want you, go away!

Go away!

- It's my poor Daniela. - Don't move.

It's an evil presence...

No, no...

No! No!

Go away! I don't want you!

Go away, you're hurting me!

No! Go away!

You're scaring me!

You're scaring me!

- What's going on? - Be quiet.

No! No!

I don't want to! Leave me alone!

Get out of my body!

Pigs...

You're nothing but a bunch of filthy upper class pigs.

Staring at me with that idiotic expression won't do you any good.

This is not Daniela's voice.

You're soiling the good name of our family.

You filthy, perverted, two-faced whores,

you keep hiding behind your good name...

...but there's nothing but rot behind your masks!

You're rotten! Putrified!

Darn it!

Somebody is touching me.

Where?

- Between my legs. - Don't be an idiot. - It's true!

Whore!

What's happening?

Make it stop! Andrea, do something!

That's enough! Stop it!

Enough of this farce!

No... No...

No... No... No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

That girl worries me.

Perhaps it was a bad decision to keep her isolated in

this remote house.

At her age she should meet other people.

She's never set foot beyond the castle gardens.

I'm afraid she'll become an insufferable, problematic girl.

You should be proud of your daughter, dear.

I would have never expected to have a granddaughter like her.

The difficult phase she's going through happens in

every woman's life.

It's in a time like this that a father can play a pivotal role

in a daughter's life.

She'll have to get used to a more modest living.

I'm going to sell the castle.

You can't do it! I'm your mother and I'll forbid you!

The Caroli family has lived here for fifteen generations!

You forget our debts. How will we pay them this year?

There's still time to think about those.

You're being unreasonable!

You don't realize what we are dealing with.

You're still living in the golden age of your youth,

so you don't see reality for what it is.

I'll handle things.

You've always been weak, and this proves it.

You won't sell this house, your brother will help us.

He has all the money we need.

Adolfo is a vegetable, do you really expect to rely on him?

All his wealth is in the hands of his wife, and you know it.

And unfortunately so does that so called administrator she

brings around.

We'll never get a penny out of them to save this dump.

Why don't you marry her, then?

What?

Who would stop you from marrying Nais?

That way, Adolfo's wealth will stay in the family.

Mother, you don't know what you're talking about.

Adolfo is paralyzed, but he's still alive.

Do you understand what that means?

Not for much longer, I reckon. That's the sad truth.

You've always been able to astound me.

How can you say that about Adolfo? You're talking about your son.

I'm talking about our family and this castle.

Our family has lived here for three centuries,

and we'll keep it like that for as long as I live.

Very well, but don't count on me.

I'm sorry, Mother.

I'm not going to marry again.

Not even if I have the chance.

Mind my words.

But what is so absurd about my idea?

I think it's rather clear, Mother.

Daniela is dead, but she's still in my life.

I'll never fill the void she left. Not for now, at least.

And it's very inappropriate of you to suggest me to marry my

brother's wife.

Besides, Nais was right for him because he was always seeking

third-rate harlots.

You know I can't tolerate such language!

We'll talk again once you decide to speak in a manner fitting

your upbringing.

Am I wrong or were you talking about me?

Mother can be quite unreasonable.

You're neck-deep in trouble.

Your mother is more clear-headed than you think.

She often says very practical things.

You still haven't answered my question, though.

Since when have you become so curious?

Do you think the spirit belonged to one of your ancestors?

I've never believed in such things.

She seemed to know the family well, though, but she didn't

sound very polite.

She was much more explicit with you, as a matter of fact.

She called me a whore and she was perfectly right.

All women are whores, more or less.

And what are you? More or less?

I'll let you be the judge of that.

Well?

I don't have enough elements for a proper answer.

Perhaps your lawyer could help me with that.

Feel free to ask him!

Or you could just ask the source.

I won't hide any secrets from you.

Help! Dad!

You and your brother were never much alike.

Sometimes I wonder how you manage to bear the dusty, gloomy

atmosphere of this place.

But you live here as well.

Not for much longer, mark my words.

Dad! Dad!

- Dad! - What's wrong, Bimba?

I was walking in the park and I heard noises coming from a bush.

It's normal to hear noises in a park.

Maybe it was the wind or a squirrel.

No, no! I saw snakes!

Calm down, now. There've never been snakes around

here, least of all in our park.

Bimba? Bimba? Oh, excuse me.

I heard Bimba calling, and...

Nothing to worry about. She got a little scared after

hearing noises in the park.

Take her upstairs, please.

Get some rest, dear. You have to study today, you know.

- You don't believe me, but... - Rest, now.

Let's go, you can tell me everything in your room.

Remember, our Lord doesn't want us to lie.

Well, I see you're in no mood for conversation.

Nothing much we could talk about, to be honest.

I beg to differ, Andrea.

And I suggest you to listen to me one of these days.

See you later.

I wanted to apologize about last night's incident.

I believe a violent death took place in this house.

The spirit said her name was Lucrezia.

Was she one of your ancestors, maybe?

I could have taken some precautions if anybody had warned me

about this story.

Have you ever experienced similar phenomena?

We had never done a seance in this house before.

I just hoped to put you in contact with your wife's blessed soul.

It's clear that Lucrezia's lingering spirit was still in this house.

Who knows how long she had been waiting for a chance to speak.

Can't you tell me anything else about her?

I'd rather change the subject.

There's nothing more they're going to tell you,

Lucrezia was the black sheep of the Caroli family.

Nobody knows whether she took her own life or was killed by one

of her many lovers.

I'd like you to spare us your cheap sarcasm.

See? He won't talk about it.

Where is Bimba? Why hasn't she joined us for supper yet?

I don't know, Count. I knocked twice but she didn't answer.

Good evening, everyone.

Good evening, Grandma.

Good evening, Dad, Nais and Giorgio.

Good evening, Madam.

I see that resting did wonders to you.

You look absolutely lovely, tonight.

Thank you.

- What's for supper, Maria? - Soup, chicken and vegetables.

Oh, no soup for me. Bring me the main course.

You should try the soup, it's delicious.

When I was your age, I ate three portions of it.

When you were my age, you were already screwing all your

father's friends.

Ain't that right, Gran?

What did you say?

Bimba, how dare you!

Mind your fucking business, I'll say anything I want. Got it?

I want you to immediately apologize to your grandmother!

No.

Miss, please. You'll make me drop the tray.

When will you stop fucking Maria with this dirty cock of yours, huh?