SEXUAL STORY OF O
Produced by GOLDEN FILMS INTERNACIONAL, S.A.
With ALICIA PRiNCIPE
CARMEN CARRIÓN DANIEL KATZ
MAMIE KAPLAN MAURO RIVERA
Chief Operator JOAN ALMIRALL
Camera Assistant ENRIQUE DiAZ
Sound ARCOFON
Laboratory FOTOFILM MADRID, S.A. Color FUJlCOLOR in TECHNlSCOPE
Music PABLO VlLLA
Music recorded in REGSON MADRlD
This movie was filmed in COSTA DEL SOL
Written and directed by JESS FRANCO
We are intruders in the fog, looking for blurred images,
individuals chained to dusty memories
that are not even ours.
We try to find among those grey and undefined outlines,
a sharper figure, a hint in the horizon,
as undefined as it might be.
And as we approach, tripping over the low branches or the weeds,
we only discover faces,
that are not even unknown, anonymous.
I'm Macario, Plastil's fat cat.
I'm visiting Mrs Jimenez at her house.
Mrs Jimenez,
why do you use the plastic detergent Plastil?
Because Plastil laminates in white and it leaves everything looking brand new.
Look at the tablecloths or the skirting boards in the corridor.
You should all do as Mrs Jimenez.
There is always something to laminate in your house.
But do it with Plastil.
Don't take the Plastil pot. How could I live without Plastil at home?
She's the perfect prey, don't you think?
You, rubbish crooks, useless princes,
mud hole apostles,
save your pestilence for those dirty hands that are eager to relish every rotten soul,
for those clumsy claws
and black wings of ill omen,
that wait in silence at the top of peaks,
ignorant of their choice of actions.
Come here. I want to kiss you.
She'll see us sooner or later.
Yes!
I think she has already seen us.
And you, insulting butterflies, multicoloured murals,
trailers of forgotten springs,
pay attention to the insult you profess through your bright colours.
You should wear mourning clothes, the wing at half-mast,
so as not to provoke the rage of the iconoclasts.
For your insulting perfume
destroys the useless respect of red-brick mausoleums
and the hand of punishment might fall upon you,
and be justified by a hundred official bulletins,
with words that are more empty
than your slightest habits.
After all, they're announcing the prices
of silk ties,
patent leather shoes
and overwhelming boots.
And one of these days, once winter is gone,
you'll find a clear passage
to the true and candid spring. Amen.
Mario, come here.
I want her to see us making love.
She's watching.
We need to drive her crazy.
Let me go on top.
That's it!
That's it, honey!
Scream louder. Let her hear you!
Come here. Get down on your knees.
Louder, scream louder!
She's ready. Go get her.
Hurry up. Don't take long.
Your neighbour. Mara.
Hi. How are you?
I don't understand.
Come with me.
Come in.
Come on. Don't be a fool.
I'm sure you'll understand this.
Do you like it? Come on.
Come here.
Hi, how are you? I'm Mario.
What's your name?
My name, oh, God!
Nice to meet you.
Get off her.
Mario, what's wrong with you?
Nothing, I suppose.
She's just a child.
But she's the best one.
Poor girl.
What do you care? They'll pay us more than ever.
That's the only thing that matters.
It's true. I know.
Where are you going?
I'm going for a walk.
Come with me. Come on.
Let's go take a bath.
Bye, Mario.
Come on. Stop talking and come with me.
Bath. Bath.
Bath. What's "a bath"?
Una piscina. A swimming pool.
Hey, don't take too long!
No, it's just a quick swim.
Yes, a quick swim.
See you afterwards.
Oh, nos vemos, I'll see you later.
Please, Mario. Don't feel bad.
Why are you acting like this now?
I can't send that girl to be killed.
Why do you see it that way?
Think about us.
It's the last time, and then we'll be gone for ever.
I know.
Mario, please.
We've done it before. What the hell!
And that pervert couple pays well.
I know.
But it's my conscience...
Even the toughest man feels guilty sometimes.
You've fallen in love with that girl.
Don't excuse yourself.
That's not true.
With the other women, it was easier.
They were single women and they could easily end up this way.
But she's so cheerful, so naive.
Oh, Mario,
it's our big chance.
The last one.
We can't waste it.
We have to take this girl to the island.
Please, Mario, please.
Oh, God!
It'll be the last time. The last time.
I promise.
Tell me you'll do it.
Please, tell me you'll do it.
Hi, Odile, how are you?
Fine, I'm fine.
Are you still reading that book?
Why haven't you come to see us?
"See us?"
Very nice.
You are a pervert, but I love you.
These are the songs
that King David used to sing
to all the...
Come into the water!
It's too cold!
No, it's not!
It feels great!
These are the songs
that King David used to sing
to all the...
These are the songs
that King David used to sing
to all the...
No, Armando, don't insist.
It's better if we don't see each other for some time.
Come here to have dinner?
No way.
Are you crazy?
Come on in!
- Are you sure? - Of course.
I have to go. I have company. I'll call you later.
Here's our new friend.
I'll introduce them.
Odile Stevens, Princess Bombaqui.
- It's a pleasure to meet you. - Odile is American.
- Don't I get a kiss? - Yes.
- Have a seat, please. - Thank you.
Congratulations! Where did you find her?
It wasn't easy. She's gorgeous.
- Has she been here for a long time? - I don't know.
As much as I've tried, I don't understand her.
I imagine that you've already done it with her.
Of course, and she's very good at it.
Isn't it dangerous if she stays here, even if it's forever?
No one will ask for her.
She's completely on her own.
How much do you want for her and for your silence?
She's very different from what we brought you before.
Now it's me who doesn't understand anything.
I don't know what you're saying.
But I'm sure you know how much you'll ask for her.
I hope we get to an agreement, considering the quality of the product.
If only she knew what we're talking about.
Come with me.
We'll get you a dress to wear for lunch.
Do you remember that poor girl? What was her name?
Enriqueta, or something like that?
Oh, yes!
She was a disaster! She didn't understand anything either.
And she was from Spain.
I wonder where you found her.
You may have gone to the other side of the world to find such an illiterate girl.
It was terrible. Awful!
After taking a bath, she didn't look so bad.
No, no, she was a pretty girl.
But I think she never realised what was going on.
Well, she seemed to be enjoying it.
- Do you want some? - Yes, please.
Try some of this salad, it's delicious.
Everything is from our garden.
I could eat salads for ever.
Do you like the salad, Odile?
She's lovely. Everything is fine for her.
I sure think so.
And you, Mara, don't you want a little bit more?
Don't worry about me. I usually don't eat that much.
That depends. You sure eat other things.
Yes, but you're not going to compare that with a simple salad.
Do you remember that time with the black girl from the ballet?
Of course.
My husband has always hated black people.
We believe the whites are superior to other races.
Maybe we're a little bit old-fashioned,
but we just couldn't make love with a black woman.
- You understand me, right, Mario? - Yes, of course.
But we don't think the same about the Moors.
I hate the Moors. They're dirty.
Come on! Don't be racist!
Don't forget that they worked on the wire fence in Granada.
And they got so tired that they haven't taken a bath ever since.
You're so cruel. Poor people.
Some Spaniards are very dirty people, too.
Well, I like French women.
They always smell really good.
Don't be silly!
Anyway, I think that the eroticism has no limits.
Sometimes a stupid and dirty person can be very attractive.
Yes, I agree, but... a nice smell...
Try more.
But, darling, this is a Spanish party. Everybody is drunk!
Stay here a month or two.
- Can I borrow her, Mara? - Of course.
- Right, Mario? - Of course.
We can do it tonight, right?
What do you think?
Is Mario too busy?
He's been a little silent lately, maybe he'll enter a monastery.
Maybe. I'll be a nun if he does.
I like your husband. You know?
Your tie.
You have no class.
Take her to my room, now!
Do you hear me?
Help me.
Let's go, be careful.
I'll get her ready, the way you like it.
Here.
Where are you going?
I don't want to see what they do to her. You can stay if you want.
Mario!
I can't! I can't!
I can't! Help me!
Let's go. We'll try again tomorrow, the way we like it.
Come with me now.
You're going to enjoy it, you'll see. You'll moan with pleasure.
Think about us...
Don't you hear her groan in pain?
Yes!
Don't you see her bleeding breasts?
Yes!
Don't you see me slashing her with my whip?
Yes!
Ah! Ah!
We'll kill all the inferior beings, but we'll enjoy them!
Yes, yes, yes!
Hello. How are you?
Did they hurt you?
Do you understand me?
Odile! Odile! Stop it! Let's go home.
I won't tell the princess how and where I found you.
We'll talk later, Mario.
Stay there! Don't move!
Did you hear me?
Now you'll be much more docile.
It can't be possible.
THE END