Women In Cellblock 9 (Tropical Inferno Frauen fur Zellenbloc 9)

Finally there was the sound of a truck engine.

I saw how much Loba hoped it was the truck

she'd been awaiting for days.

- Is it much further? - Just a couple more hours.

Ever had any problems along this route?

Not yet.

I was born in this area.

I know every road, every path, every tree.

Most important, I know the mentality of the people round here.

Why so nervous?

You think something will go wrong?

Don't worry... I'll get you there safe and sound.

WOMEN FOR CELL BLOCK 9

They never set up control checks along this road.

They can't imagine anyone would drive by their camp in broad daylight

with such a cargo.

Who are these girls anyway?

The middle one's worked for us from the start.

We had to get her out of the capital because we fear she has been betrayed.

On the right, she's from Europe.

Why on earth come here now?

To find her husband.

She married one of our men abroad just before the war broke out.

The others?

They're just trying to get back to their native villages.

I don't know them.

They don't work for us then?

And what about you? Why do you take the risk?

Because I want us to become truly independent.

After 100 years of oppression,

everybody must be allowed to live and think as they choose.

This one's got to be it.

Want me to drive you back to the capital?

I'm not sure yet.

Oh, shit!

Stay calm.

We'll manage.

Get down.

Someone's betrayed us.

One day it had to happen.

Things have gone smoothly for far too long.

No.

Shit.

They're going to shoot us.

Keep quiet.

Your papers.

They're in order. We're transporting fruit.

Come on out.

Quick.

I'll believe what you've got in there when I see it.

Go! Open up!

Hurry up! Come on!

Check it out.

This is the kind of fruit my soldiers like.

Out!

Move it!

Line up over there.

Next to each other!

- Come. - Stop crying.

Yes... yes, Loba.

Where are you going?

There are six girls.

Listen, sweethearts!

A 'good friend' has written to say that three young women

in a truck plan to join the terrorists.

Obviously the plan has failed.

I have the names of the three sluts. Step forward when I call your names!

Aida Moret!

Yes, I'm here.

Barbara Mendes.

- Yes, I... - Shut up!

Yes.

So these are the dolls who want to work for those terrorists.

- No, I... - I said shut up.

And you must be the famous Karine Laverne.

- Yeah, that's me. - The pleasure is all mine.

Those three with with me. Take them to the jeep.

And tie them up!

Let's go.

Move your ass!

The others are all yours.

- No! - Stop!

Come back.

- Come on honey. - No!

Don't make me hurt you.

Come on.

Hold it!

No!

I knew the road we were following,

It led to the camp that Loba had ruled over for many years.

Until these people here were given 'independence'.

As always in such cases, war broke out shortly afterwards.

I preferred to go back Europe.

But Loba, as always, managed to be on the side of the winners.

She was again, or still, the ruler of our camp.

For almost fifteen years I had been her counsellor and lover.

After three miserable years in Europe, I, Milton Costas, doctor,

member of the former political police force,

and specialist in rehabilitating defiant regime critics,

had returned to take up my former profession.

So beautiful this music.

I'm so afraid.

I very much missed these sounds.

Oh, yes, I need them.

I don't want to die.

It's strange... a month ago I thought it was all over.

Sitting in that dirty boardinghouse, without a penny.

Today it all seems like a nightmare.

A terrible nightmare lasting three years.

No.

No.

No, I don't want to die.

No.

I'm sure I'll be allowed to continue my work for Loba.

A specialist like me is always in demand.

People will respect me again.

Finally I will hear human beings cry, whimper,

and beg for mercy again.

Everything's under control.

Come on! Out!

Move it!

Faster!

Move over there!

Stand still and shut up!

Move it, you bitch.

Come come, faster.

You and you, go clean the kitchen, You two, the laundry,

You three, the courtyard.

The group on the left to clean the latrine.

Come on!

Quick! Move!

MOVE!

Soldier, come here.

No, no.

For Christ's sake, stop crying.

- Take these three to Cell Block 9. - At your command, Madame.

Out! Get down.

Come on!

Out, out!

Come on! You whore.

You'll learn to move faster here!

- No! - Shut your mouth.

Keep going.

- Get off me, you pig. - Shut up.

Get in there.

Let me out!

Let me out of here!

Let me out...

What are you going to do with the three young women?

Is it so hard to guess? I'll make them talk.

It shouldn't be a problem. Dolls like that start talking fast.

They are very cowardly.

It's said they work for the terrorists.

But unfortunately I can't prove it.

Not yet.

But I'm sure with your help I'll soon have three perfect confessions.

It is good for the state,

and the two of us.

We'll have lots of fun.

Are you in good shape?

And how! Let us start right away.

I haven't lost my touch.

Permission to enter.

Milton,

have you got all your instruments?

Everything I need is here.

The cases with my instruments,

I never gave them away.

They are my best friends.

Always by my side.

Have you forgotten that I am your friend, too?

I've got a surprise for you.

Do you want to stay?

I'd be very happy

to work with you again.

I can't go on, it's so cold.

Come here.

She's got a fever.

- Calm down. - I'm terribly afraid.

- I don't want to die. - Get a grip on yourself.

Don't give up now.

But I...

- Calm down. - I'm so afraid of them.

- I think I have to pee. - Just do it.

I'm ashamed.

Go on, you don't have a choice.

I'm so thirsty.

Thirsty.

Please let me drink.

Stand up. You mustn't fall asleep.

They've left us alone so far.

I know their methods.

Until now they've been nice to us. This doesn't really count.

Milton...

Thank you.

Your health.

What's that shouting?

Some young girl.

She was captured last Monday and has had nothing to drink.

Worked up quite a thirst.