Red Virgin, The (2024)

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If women realized the utmost significance

of being a mother,

they would carry out the task

with their eyes set on the stars.

BASED ON REAL EVENTS

She was destined to be someone important.

She was supposed

to be the first among all of us.

She came into this world to change it,

but she didn't have the time.

There were three shots.

One to the face, one to the chest,

and a last one to the sex.

THE RED VIRGIN

But Hildegart's story begins

long before that.

When I was still young

and the first treatises on eugenics

arrived in Galicia.

My name is Aurora Rodrguez Carballeira.

I am Hildegart's mother.

Thanks to my intellectual avidity

and my father's fortune,

I had no boundaries growing up.

F. NIETZSCHE

THUS SPOKE ZARATHUSTRA

Thus, I learned about the findings

on genetic improvement

and the fight for women's rights.

That's how I understood

that it was us women

who had to shape the future of humanity.

But ideas are powerless

if they aren't put into action.

That is why I decided

to conceive a child myself that would be

solely and exclusively my own.

As a physiological contributor,

I looked for someone

who could never claim it as his.

From my womb, a girl was born.

A eugenic girl, the first free woman.

I would like to point out that Hildegart

did not come to life by chance,

nor by the simple animal desire

of her parents to conceive her,

but as part of a perfectly-designed plan.

She had to be a pure being

who would fight for a decent society.

She had to be the woman of the future.

She started talking at eight months old.

By the time she was two, she could read.

At three, she could write.

At four, she was a certified typist.

Seven o'clock. Get up.

She was raised

according to strict eugenic parameters.

She'd always wake up at the same time.

Get up.

Every minute of her life

was organized according to a plan.

Her nutrition and hygiene

observed strict rules.

She would always have

fruit and milk for breakfast.

Her dinners were light.

In order to improve

her competitiveness and endurance,

she would practice sports.

At eight years old,

she could speak six languages.

She was fluent

in French, English, and Latin.

And she could translate

from German, Portuguese, and Italian.

What is eugenics?

Eugenics is the application

of the biological laws of heredity,

that is to say, genetics,

in order to perfect

the human species and society.

At 14, she began studying medicine,

law and philosophy at the university.

At 17, with honors,

she became Spain's youngest lawyer.

Hegel believed that,

as much as the capacity for freedom

is a potential characteristic

in every member of the human species,

the state of being free

is an achievement of a different sort.

Seven o'clock. Get up.

How do we differentiate...

the male from the female?

Careful, don't push the pen too hard

because, you see?

She would study

for five hours in the morning,

read for three hours in the afternoon,

and we would debate the arts

before bath time.

Stop. That's enough.

What's the center of Nietzschean thought?

It's not coming off. That God is dead.

And that we're

the ultimate makers of society.

Focus.

So?

- Was Nietzsche pre-existentialist?

- No.

Nietzsche said

one has to have chaos in oneself

to give birth to a sh**ting star.

My mother married me off

My mother married me off

I was young and beautiful

Again.

And sit at the table.

I raised and educated her

through the years.

I knew perfectly well

how far she had to go.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

Mom, where is my father?

You don't have a father, child.

That's why we are free.

"Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.

"Men were deceivers ever.

"One foot in sea, and one on shore,

"to one thing constant never.

"Then sigh not so,

"but let them go.

"And be you blithe and bonny.

"Converting all your sounds of woe

"into hey nonny, nonny."

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Mr. Guzmn can't see you right now.

- We've been waiting.

- The monarchy has just fallen.

- Today is not an easy day, Mrs...

- Rodrguez.

This is my daughter, Hildegart Rodrguez.

I can give you an appointment

for two weeks from now.

Come back then.

The exit is that way, thank you.

Madam.

Madam!

You can't go upstairs without permission!

Madam, are you listening to me?

Madam, you can't go in there.

Madam!

Please don't let them in.

Don't let them in!

Madam! Open this door immediately.

THE MONARCHY

May I know why

you don't want my daughter's essays?

It is much better

than what you usually publish.

Who are you?

I am Aurora Rodrguez,

mother of Hildegart Rodrguez,

the author of the text The Sexual Problem

Addressed by a Spanish Woman.

- Madam!

- The Republic has just been proclaimed.

I have other priorities.

Our letter predates the king's abdication.

- Dolores!

- Madam!

I am not asking you to publish it now.

The timing is up to you,

but when a regime falls,

a new one must be built.

I would gladly publish the article.

But I cannot do so

with your daughter's name on it.

Why not?

I usually publish

the legitimate author's name.

What makes you think it is not hers?

How old are you, child?

Sixteen.

No 16-year-old woman can write this.

Hildegart can, and she is 16 years old.

I know you wrote it, Mrs. Rodrguez.

You could sign the article

and settle the matter.

I don't like it

when people try to fool me.

Dolores, please!

Guzmn, they locked it from the inside!

Ask her anything you want.

Regarding the article or the topic.

You want me to talk about sexuality

with your daughter?

Ask her whatever you need to know

to confirm that she is the author

of the article you refuse to publish.

Very well.

What is sexual reform, miss?

In an abstract scope, it is no more

than a proposal for the modernization

of the sexual and love life

of human beings.

However, if you are asking me

about the League

spearheaded by Mr. Havelock Ellis,

I can quote some of the b*llet points

of his program for you.

Go ahead.

Equal rights for men and women,

liberation of marital relationships

from the Church,

responsible procreation,

conscious access to birth control

for the proletariat,

protection of unmarried mothers,

understanding of intersex variants.

Should I keep going?

You could have memorized all of that.

Would you question it if she were a man?

Or would you be delighted

to publish and discover

the child prodigy of your time?

Is prodigy somehow exclusive

to the male gender?

In the sexual reform I talk about

in my article,

I reflect, among other topics, on this.

Excuse my boldness, miss,

but what could you possibly know

about female sexuality?

You are a child.

I would dare to say

I know more than you do, Mr. Guzmn.

Despite my lack of experience.

- Long live the Republic!

- Long live!

Long live the Spanish Republic!

Long live Spain!

Down with the monarchy!

- Long live the Spanish Republic!

- Long live the Republic!

- Son of a b*tch!

- Hildegart, stay close.

Long live the king!

Hildegart!

Workers to power! Workers to power!

Look at the camera!

Spain is not Catholic anymore!

Why didn't you let Guzmn answer

the question about the prodigy child?

Hildegart! Hildegart!

We are above provocations,

never forget that.

You got carried away with Guzmn,

and we can't get carried away.

- Long live the Republic!

- Long live the Republic!

Long live!

Freedom! Freedom!

Long live the Republic!

The people will never be defeated!

What's the problem?

Where did you come from, you scoundrel?

The parable you establish

between the sexual emancipation of women

and love is precarious.

The reader needs simple parables

to understand complex concepts.

Simplicity may be a virtue,

but intellectual scarcity is a mistake.

Okay.

Strawberries!

Madam. You'll ruin your dress.

Do you want some, Mother?

Don't call me "madam."

Now that you're famous, I have to.

At the bakery

they say you're very important.

They said that?

Well, they don't really read, you know.

But everyone wants to know

about the young female lawyer

who writes about sex.

Go check.

Get back to work.

Madam!

Alpha.

Alpha, come.

I saw you.

Illiterate cowards.

A well-read woman

is more powerful than a witch.

GET A MAN

f*cking WITCHES

I don't like this one bit, Aurora.

I don't mean to insist,

but you know that, if you want,

I can get you something

to defend yourself with.

Something like what?

A g*n?

You know how I feel about g*ns.

They won't intimidate us with paint.

Come on.

Look.

A mix of aggressiveness and strategy.

They should be ashamed.

Look how they're dressed.

- In black.

- Yes, that's her.

You're missing the match.

Why can't we dress like everyone else?

A woman is free

only when she frees herself

of all external opinions and judgements.

But I want to look pretty.

Would you risk your looks

overriding your intellect?

Would you accept to being seen

as just that?

No.

Thank you.

Excuse me, sir.

Thank you.

Excuse me, Miss.

Do you know him?

Excuse me, sir, do you mind?

Good morning.

Hildegart Rodrguez, right?

It is an honor.

And you must be her mother,

Mrs. Rodrguez Carballeira.

A pleasure to meet you, madam.

Abel Velilla.

Abel Velilla, nice to meet you.

I tried to find you through the newspaper,

but Guzmn wouldn't give me your address.

He has orders not to.

I understand.

I recognized you

from the picture in the articles.

I'm with the Socialist Youth.

I represent my colleagues.

We'd like to invite you

to some of the party meetings.

We've read all of your articles

and we're convinced

that we can work together.

We appreciate the offer.

- Mr...

- Velilla.

Velilla.

But Hildegart is a scholar.

And you are a politician.

I'm only asking her

to come to one meeting.

Just one.

Point, set, and game for Lil lvarez.

Shall we?

Think about it.

I'm running out of ink.

Mother, could you bring me a new ribbon?

Mother.

PEPE AND AURORA 1908

What are you doing here?

If your mother catches you

going through her stuff, she'll k*ll you.

First you, and then me.

Who is this?

Pepe, and it's none of your business.

Go back to the kitchen.

You're going to get us both in trouble.

This is the labia minora.

And up here is the clitoris.

I think we should accept

Abel Velilla's offer.

This is the key element

to female sexual excitement.

Do you see?

We don't need anyone.

It's not an offer.

If it was an offer,

both parties would benefit.

They want to take advantage of us.

THE FREEDOM TO LOVE OFFERS

Aurora.

How much does that g*n cost?

Fifteen reales.

But I think I can get it cheaper.

Not a word of this to Hildegart.

Don't bother cleaning it.

WITCHES END UP AT THE STAKE

How do you know?

That they want to take advantage of us.

How do you know?

Because that's what politics

does to thinking.

But ideas are useless

if they're not applied to people's lives.

Isn't that what we want?

To change things?

That's not what we want.

That's what we're going to do.

But they don't know that yet.

They're men. And politicians.

All the more reason to go to that meeting.

We need to be the ones

defending our ideas.

Without middlemen.

- Hello!

- Macarena.

I'm here.

I'll tell her to prepare dinner.

Mother!

The monarchy has just fallen.

It's now or never.

All in due time.

Do you have it?

It's right there.

Was it Antonio?

He wouldn't give it to me,

but I took it anyway.

You need it more.

You can stay the night.

I'm sorry, Macarena,

I didn't mean to cause trouble for you.

You don't understand, Aurora.

Antonio is a good man,

but anarchism got to his head.

- The problem is not the ideas, it's them.

- That's why we need to get involved.

- We already do, with our writing.

- Many women can't read.

Go get the alcohol.

Get the alcohol.

Right, just like our comrade said.

Of course these elections are

an opportunity to regenerate Spain.

To give it back to the working class,

those who plow the land,

those who fill the factories.

The Socialist Party must win

these elections, comrades.

And the Socialist Party

is obligated to lead a change.

A change into a society

based on the principles of revolution.

Comrade Ocaa said the other day,

"We must defend our homeland."

And I say, to defend our homeland,

we need a healthy proletariat.

Because real patriotism

starts by developing

a national industry and economy...

Good afternoon. Welcome.

I'm glad you came.

Hildegart can talk

as soon as comrade Miguel is done.

Hildegart is not here to talk,

she is here to listen.

- Long live the Socialist Party!

- Long live!

- Long live the Republic!

- Long live!

I'd really like to talk.

They don't know

that we're nothing like them.

We have proven

that if they maintain their purposes,

they will stumble upon a fence,

- offered by...

- Miguel!

Yes... Gentlemen, comrades,

we have a very special guest.

Comrade Hildegart,

we'd like to hear from you.

We are honored to have you here.

Be impeccable with your words.

May I?

Thank you.

Gentlemen,

the young prodigy, Hildegart Rodrguez.

Good afternoon.

Thank you for giving me the floor.

Your comrade Abel Velilla

invited my mother and me

to take part in this meeting.

After discussing it, we decided to attend.

It seemed like a good opportunity

to contribute our point of view

in the debates of a party

that, despite boasting of seeking equality

among all members of this society,

has systematically and shamelessly ignored

half of the population of this country:

Women.

- Long live the Socialist Party!

- Long live!

We know that the class struggle

is the main driving force.

That is why today

I will talk about something

you've decided to ignore in this fight.

ANOTHER WOMAN IS ASSAULTED

AND r*ped IN CHAMBER

This is news from today's paper.

Eight victims so far this month.

They break into their houses to rob them

and, while they're at it, they r*pe them.

Thousands of women are r*ped.

Thousands of women die during labor.

Thousands of women are beaten up daily.

We all live on high alert.

Nonetheless, when I read

the records of your meetings,

there is no trace at all

of this happening.

Not a single reflection.

Why?

Is it because we are invisible?

Or because you don't care about us?

Look at this room.

Look at it.

There are over 70 men and only 2 women.

But it is a pleasure

to have me here today.

Why?

Why am I the only woman

worthy of your respect?

Has anyone ever wondered

why the Spanish woman

is 20 centuries behind the times?

If Spanish women had sufficient insight

into the universal panorama,

they would feel a deep-seated shame

that they do not deserve.

If you want a freer and fairer Spain,

start by making this space

a freer and fairer place.

Revolutions are made

when the people are free and prepared,

not when hunger, pain and rage...

have led them

to a state of irresponsibility.

Good?

Next time don't get caught up

in newspaper stories.

Hildegart!

Will you come to the next meeting?

There aren't enough women.

- What if I can get more to come...

- Thank you.

But there is still

a lot of work to be done.

- Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon.

Shall we?

Thank you for coming.

I insist, don't get caught up.

Go straight to inequality.

"Not many women are able

to conceive true mutual

"and unrestricted freedom for both sex..."

Do you really have to do that now?

Do you want to have dinner or not?

Don't get distracted.

What else does it say?

"But even less men are able to accept it,

"whether they are reactionary

or advanced."

Macarena.

Who's Pepe?

Why does my mother have

a hidden photo of him?

Please.

She's asleep.

Pepe is the only man

your mother has ever truly loved.

And where is he?

He's her sister's son,

but your mother raised him.

And your mother, you know her,

made a piano prodigy out of the child.

At only four years old,

he played piano at the Court.

But your aunt, who's very astute,

found out that she could make

money off of him

and took him away.

And your mother never saw him again.

Come on, read something easier for me.

Easier?

Aren't you interested in women's freedom?

I'm interested in freedom,

but you're making me feel dumb.

Look.

TOGETHER

ETERNALLY

A romantic novel.

A co-worker from the factory

gave it to me.

I'm trying, but I'm having a hard time.

Will you read it for me?

"He stared at her and whispered,

"'In my solitudes

I feel hunger and thirst.

"'The hunger of having you by my side...'"

If you're going to laugh at me, forget it.

Although you might like

a little bit of romance, wouldn't you?

Give me that.

"'...of your kisses, your gaze...'"

I don't know if this is the kind of book

that will liberate women.

Well, I love it.

What's wrong?

How about that.

- Are you ready?

- Yes, I'm almost ready.

- Can't you do it faster?

- I'm doing the best I can.

If my mother finds out,

she won't let me go.

- Hurry up.

- Just finishing up the last notes.

I won't take long.

Macarena!

Why would you want

to attend the meeting on your period?

Women from the countryside do it.

Women from the countryside

bleed in the countryside, not at meetings.

Politics are like wheat,

Macarena, it can't wait.

- What if the cloth gets soaked?

- I'll throw it out and change it.

How can you throw the cloth out

like it's any old thing?

Hurry up. I don't want them to say

women aren't punctual.

Thank you.

Right, but he asked

that we be denied the vote.

They like to see women fight each other.

Shouldn't we vote?

He didn't ask to deny it,

but to postpone it.

But I agree with Campoamor...

You did it. Everyone looks at her

as if she were a miracle out of nowhere.

But I recognize you in her.

Hildegart goes far beyond me.

Thank you, comrades.

I'm going to the restroom.

Where are you going?

This is the men's restroom.

Excuse me, sir, but it's really urgent.

Are you a man?

- I can't find the women's restroom.

- There isn't one.

You'll have to go home.

- Ramn.

- What is it?

f*cking kid.

Hildegart.

I never would've thought I'd see you here.

Have you noticed

that more and more women are coming?

We'll have to build a restroom for them.

Here.

Thank you.

I have to go, my mother is waiting for me.

You could write an essay on the subject.

What subject?

The restroom.

There's no women's restroom,

that could work as a metaphor.

My first essay

is already at the printing press.

What's the title?

Sex and Love.

I'll have to read it.

- Well...

- Hey, your name, where does it come from?

Hildegart.

My mother says it means

"garden of knowledge."

- "Garden of knowledge."

- But it doesn't.

In Old German, "hil" means "battle"

and "gart" means "garden."

It would be "battle garden."

But let's not tell her that.

We won't.

I really have to go.

Hey, will you come to the next meeting?

Yes.

SEX AND LOVE

HILDEGARGive me your hand. Come on.

Spin!

Faster, faster!

Okay, okay...

Alpha!

- We did it! Are you happy?

- What are you reading?

Macarena, dance!

- Miss, come on.

- Dance, Macarena.

- I'll get dizzy.

- "She went silent in an instant,

"and that's when he kissed her softly."

It certainly can't be

for the quality of its prose.

It's a melodramatic novel.

I'm interested in seeing how love

is depicted in mass-consumed fiction.

These melodramatic novels

aren't indicative of anything.

They don't reflect real life.

Only unfulfilled desires.

Desire is interesting, Mother.

Haven't you ever desired anyone?

I fell in love once.

With a captain.

Long before you were born.

We almost got married.

And what happened?

- I wanted to be free, and he...

- He wouldn't have allowed it.

He would've wanted to be your father.

Did you ever regret it?

Regret what?

Love and revolution are incompatible.

Macarena says that the only man

you've ever loved was a child.

Pepe.

It seems to me

that Macarena talks too much.

Why haven't you told me about him?

Forget these melodramatic novels.

All fiction is,

by definition, conservative.

Why do we have a g*n in the house?

Mr. Guzmn.

Do you always greet visitors like that?

We don't usually have visitors.

I think you are the first man

to set foot in this house.

All right, a toast to Hildegart.

We don't drink champagne.

I just wanted to give you

the good news in person.

Everyone wants a copy of Sex and Love.

They're running out.

And the second edition

is already underway.

I am here to make a first payment

for this edition.

With that money

you could have the hall painted.

We like it just the way it is.

What is the amount?

793 pesetas.

- Whom should I write it out to?

- To me.

Aurora Rodrguez Carballeira.

I need a man's name.

You won't be able

to cash this check yourself.

Perhaps we could use

the name of Hildegart's father.

Hildegart doesn't have a father.

In that case,

I can give you the money myself.

Very well.

I will have Macarena go and collect it.

- I can come myself and hand it to you.

- That won't be necessary.

Thank you.

All right, well...

When it is ready, I will let you know.

Very well.

I also wanted to tell you

that I've been contacted

to have Sex and Love

translated and published in England.

- By whom?

- Havelock Ellis.

- Dr. Havelock Ellis?

- Yes.

He hasn't made an offer yet, but he wants

to meet the author as soon as possible.

And H.G. Wells

wants to write the prologue.

Did you hear that, Mother?

We will consider it

when they make an offer.

But, Mother, Havelock

is the world's pioneer in sexology.

His support would...

Mr. Havelock Ellis and Mr. H.G. Wells

are English imperialists

who only want

to take advantage of our ideas.

I don't think Mr. Wells intends to...

When they make an offer, we'll talk.

- Anything else?

- Yes.

I would like to publish

your next essay, miss.

- Have a nice day.

- Thank you.

- Hello.

- Hi.

Hello.

- Hey! Good.

- How are you?

- Thank you.

- I want it signed, too.

You'll have to wait, they were here first.

Okay.

Welcome.

Thank you.

See anything interesting?

Yes.

But I can't afford them.

Sign it for me?

THE SEXUAL REBELLION OF YOUTH

The important thing about a book

is that its ideas reach people,

not who signs it.

Right.

But I would like to have it signed by you.

Do you have a pen?

Sure.

Excuse me. Am I too late?

I just crossed all of Madrid

to get the books signed.

Did Hildegart leave already?

People only want your signature

so they can resell the book

at a higher price.

Great.

That way it'll be a bit harder

for you then.

"This book belongs

and will always belong to Abel Velilla.

"I do not authorize it to be sold."

It's all in the books.

Well, I'm not sure it's all in the books,

to tell you the truth.

There is more out there.

You should go out and see it.

With you?

Why did you get into politics,

Mr. Velilla?

To be the voice of the people?

Or to lead them?

I don't think they are mutually exclusive.

Are you sure about that?

I got into politics

to transform society, Mrs. Rodrguez.

Leaders are the voice of the people,

the people choose them freely.

And when both leader and people coincide

on the same revolutionary base

and in time, success is guaranteed.

Hildegart is the example.

She guides the people because

they put her there when they needed her.

- That is the great power of masses.

- You are wrong.

Hildegart is where she is

because I put her there.

Let's go.

How did it go?

I'll help her with her nightgown.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

Hilde...

I'm just tired, that's all.

Who is he?

Who is who?

I've never seen you tired

after a presentation.

Who is he?

- There is no "he."

- Come on!

What is he, a writer? Or a politician?

Did he do anything to you?

No, he didn't do anything to me.

So there is a "he"!

What happened?

What happened?

My mother will never allow

anything to happen. That's what happened.

Your mother is not like that.

What's his name?

- What's his name?

- Abel.

Abel.

Is he handsome?

Macarena,

can you help me?

With what, honey?

I need to see him alone.

Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

Don't be sad. We'll find a way.

You can't be any prettier.

Stop! Stop!

Stop! Don't tickle me!

- She's going to hear us.

- Your mother is probably sleeping by now.

I love you so much, Macarena.

Who's the most beautiful thing

in the world?

Gentlemen.

- Welcome.

- Good morning.

- Good morning. How are you?

- Abel.

- How are you doing?

- Mr. Velilla.

Mrs. Rodrguez, what a coincidence.

Let me introduce you.

Julin Besteiro,

president of the Socialist Party.

It is a true pleasure.

- Andrs Saborit.

- Nice to meet you.

And Wenceslao Carrillo.

Madam, your daughter

is truly a political prodigy.

- Sincere congratulations.

- You must choose.

Either you stay away from Hildegart,

or she won't attend

any more party meetings.

- One thing or the other.

- Abel, what is she talking about?

Let's see if your individual interest

is contingent on the collective one.

Gentlemen, good day.

- Good day.

- Good day, madam.

Abel, what just happened here?

Those attacks have nothing to do with us.

Yes, they do.

Or do we not constitute

as this party as well?

It is our responsibility

to condemn those attacks

and pressure the police.

They complain that they're being robbed,

but they'd previously

plundered the people.

You know what? Steal from a thief,

earn a hundred years of forgiveness.

What about raping a woman?

We're not talking about robberies,

robberies aren't the problem.

The problem is

what they're doing to women.

It's an anarchist g*ng.

The left must remain united.

- I can't believe this.

- That's not anarchism.

Anarchism is

the fight for freedom, remember?

It's the w*r against authority,

not against women.

If you were the ones being r*ped,

you wouldn't look the other way.

Here, Ms. Rodrguez.

FEDERAL REPUBLICAN PARTY

You don't think that the time has come

for us to actively take part

in the party's choices either?

Yes, comrade.

We'll take that into account.

This is our time.

- This is our time.

- That's right, this is our time!

Enough. The meeting is adjourned.

Comrades, men and women,

long live the workers' struggle!

- Long live!

- Long live the Socialist Party!

- Long live!

- Long live the Republic!

Long live!

Contraception and the control of progeny

is a good topic for you to lead.

I don't think that talking about deviant

anarchist groups is the right thing.

Your soup, dear.

Let her be, Macarena,

she has a speech tomorrow.

- But she needs to eat.

- Let her be.

Have you heard about

the anarchist group that robs homes?

They won't come here.

They only rob bourgeois homes.

This doesn't look like one to you?

There is a good jewelry box,

a maid, and two women alone.

You two are too well-known

for them to risk a scandal.

Excuse me.

And behind her, a crowd will march,

in which not only men

will be present anymore,

but women as well.

We, who have learned to see,

not merely to look.

By temperament first,

and by the necessity to contribute

to the reformist impetus later,

we have also decided to fight.

Not against men, but alongside them.

In everything that aims to make us all

more free and more capable

of creating a just society.

- Long live the Socialist Party!

- Long live!

- Long live the workers' struggle!

- Long live!

Arise, pariahs of the Earth

Stand up, famished legion

Let's all rise as one

This is the end of oppression

The past must be shattered...

- Congratulations. Thank you so much.

- Congratulations on your speech.

- Sincere congratulations on your speech.

- We are with you.

- Congratulations, comrade.

- Sincere congratulations.

- Congratulations.

- Congratulations.

Keep it up!

Thank you so much!

Thank you for your words.

- We love you.

- We love you!

The human race

Is the international...

FEDERAL REPUBLICAN PARTY

"This brochure belongs and will always

belong to Hildegart Rodrguez.

"I do not authorize it

to be forgotten. Abel."

Hildegart.

Do you want to dance a waltz

before going to sleep?

Okay.

Havelock made an offer to Guzmn

to translate my essays.

Become aware!

Can we men renounce acquired privileges?

He wants me to go to London

so he can meet me.

Have you ever been there?

I've never crossed the sea.

THE LIMITATION OF PROGENY

SEXUAL EDUCATION

Let me read your new essay.

It's a mistake to describe

sexual organs as private.

They're not any more private

than the rest of our anatomy.

Shouldn't sexuality be a State matter?

Rilke says, "How shall I hold my soul

that it doesn't touch yours?

"How shall I raise it

to other things above you?"

PEPE ARRIOLA IN CONCERI was just thinking about a song

my mother would always tell me about.

"I love you because I love you.

"No one is in charge of my loving.

"I love you because I feel it

from the depths of my soul."

After counting the votes,

the Spanish Socialist Workers Party

wins the election.

Bravo!

THE VICTORY OF THE PEOPLE

We can't fill the earth

with mouths we can't provide for.

Let's fight for a regulated

ab*rtion system.

- No, we can't do that.

- We can, in the long run.

For now, we can make

what today is a reality non-punishable.

When conception

is the result of a violent act.

When there's

a risk of death for the mother.

- When she can't take care of the child.

- We are not a charity.

ab*rtion, in these cases, is not a crime.

Here...

- "To make non-punishable..."

- Is something wrong, Mother?

"Necessary ab*rtion,

performed to remove the woman

"from life-threatening danger.

"Sentimental ab*rtion, when conception

is the result of a violent act.

"It must be established that ab*rtion,

in these cases, is not a crime."

...is not a crime.

Mother!

Mother, please!

No.

No!

What's yours is mine.

All of it.

You won't go to the meetings anymore.

You'll write in the mornings.

You'll read in the afternoons.

I will sleep with you at night.

We will eat together.

And I'll go with you to the restroom.

I completely forbid you

from leaving this house.

To get carried away by what you're feeling

is to give in to the animal drive.

And that is our prime enemy.

We've been through a lot

in order to get here.

I won't let one weakness

jeopardize the project.

Love is a weakness.

You were conceived to change the world.

Personal sacrifice

is necessary for the greater good.

We can't fail now.

I raised you better than this.

Guzmn is expecting the final texts

in three weeks.

Don't get distracted.

LA TIERRA - SAME OLD SAME OLD

THE AMBITION OF THE "SOCIAL-NEPOTISTS"

Dear Mr. Havelock Ellis, comma,

I sincerely thank you for your words

and your interest in my essays, period.

I regret to inform you

that Mr. Guzmn and myself

have other plans and commitments

for its international edition, period.

Please convey my apologies to Mr. Wells.

Period.

As for the trip to London,

it would be a pleasure to be able to go,

but much to my regret,

my obligations in Madrid

prevent me from going.

Period.

I'll dress it.

There's no need to.

I'll reply to the readers' letters now.

Macarena.

How many letters arrived today?

Quite a few. I'll go get them.

You can make concessions to the public,

as long as that doesn't interfere

with your work.

There are 16 from fans,

one from the lyceum,

and this one without sender's information.

Who is it from?

Don't spend more than an hour

on the letters.

I'm going out.

I'll be back soon.

Go to bed after dinner.

Hilde, I made you this.

Macarena...

You can't go on a date wearing black.

Thank you!

- Water?

- What are you having?

A vermouth.

Would you like one?

Can we dance?

- What will you have?

- A vermouth.

Two. Thanks.

What?

I'm surprised

your mother let you come alone.

She's not as bad as you think.

Six reales.

Thanks.

- No, I got it.

- No, I can pay.

- I'm buying today.

- You think I can't pay?

- Here you go. Thank you.

- Thank you.

Just for today.

Just this time.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

Your first vermouth.

The gap between theory and practice.

Like the socialists.

They win the election with one program

and then carry out a different one.

We are not the same, people say

That your life and mine are going to waste

That I'm a scoundrel...

This is ideology too.

And you're decent

That two different beings

Cannot love each other

But I already loved you

And I can't forget you

And dying in your arms is my dream

I don't understand those things

about social classes

I just know that I love you

And that you love me too

Let us go

Where no one will judge us

Where no one will tell us

What we're doing wrong

Let us go

Far away from the world

Where there is no justice

Nor laws, nor anything

Nothing but our love

Let us go

Where no one will judge us

Where no one will tell us

What we're doing wrong

Let us go

Far away from the world

Where there is no justice

Nor laws, nor anything

Nothing but our love

We are not the same

People say

I don't know. I don't like it.

Aurora.

How long has it been?

Eighteen years.

Would you like a drink?

I don't drink.

Please, have a seat.

How's your daughter?

Well, Hildegart is everything

one could've hoped for.

Yes. She's a prodigy.

Another one.

Pepe...

Pepe...

What you did today...

I taught you better than that.

It's not befitting your education, Pepe.

Why are you here?

- To humiliate me?

- No.

You know what they call me in Paris?

I'm finished, Aurora.

I'm a fraud.

You're not a fraud.

No...

If I had stayed with you,

I would be safe right now.

No.

Why did you invite me?

Why did you invite me?

I didn't invite you.

I didn't want you to see me like this.

Very well.

How are things going with Havelock Ellis?

I turned down his offer.

I don't want to go alone.

What about your mother?

I could go with you.

I don't speak English, but...

Havelock is paying for the tickets.

Are you seriously proposing this to me?

Would you come with me?

I'd go anywhere in the world with you.

I have to go.

Madam, you scared me.

Are you all right?

Did he hit you again?

I'll go make breakfast.

Antonio?

What is it?

Can we come in?

Mother?

Macarena?

Mother.

Where were you?

I thought something had happened to you.

- Why didn't you wake me?

- You looked so peaceful...

I decided to let you sleep.

I've been thinking.

Life in this house is going to change.

And in this country.

So I've invited Abel Velilla over

for dinner next week.

I cut you off from the world

to make a leader out of you.

Because the world

needs strong leaders, remember.

Freud in your sex.

Nietzsche in your chest.

Marx in your head.

- Good evening.

- Are you Abel?

- And you are?

- Macarena.

Nice to meet you.

I brought this. My aunt makes them.

That's very kind of you. Come in.

Thank you.

Go ahead, make yourself at home.

Thank you, you're very kind.

It's interesting

how you left the graffiti in the hall.

A sign of coherence.

Speaking of coherence. Tell me...

how is the Socialist Party

going to change?

As Hildegart denounces,

favoritism within the party

is a scourge that could be its downfall.

I doubt that the Socialist Party

can change.

- Unless they throw out...

- I'd like to hear his opinion.

Could you pour me some water?

Could you please pour me some water?

I completely agree with Hildegart.

The Socialist Party has betrayed

the principles of the labor movement

and the revolutionary fight,

the fight in the streets,

in the factories, in the countryside.

All they cared about

was the election strategy.

As is always the case with politicians.

I'm considering joining the Federal Party.

So am I.

That's great. With the anarchists.

They're not anarchists,

they're federalists.

This country's working class

owes a lot to...

- The door.

- Excuse me, Mrs...

- If they're not anarchists, what then?

- We need to...

We need to admit

how much this country's working class

owes the anarcho-syndicalist movement

and its defense of freedom.

I'll be damned!

So you think

that if we break all the structures,

we'll feel much freer.

Plunged into chaos.

The door!

Mrs. Rodrguez, anarchy isn't chaos,

it's order and workers' organization.

No God, no master, no sovereign.

That is a utopia.

Good evening.

Are you Mr. Abel Velilla?

- Who are you?

- That's me, what's going on?

Mr. Velilla, you are under arrest

for multiple robberies and r*pes.

- This must be a mistake.

- Sit down, madam.

- Miss, please, he's dangerous.

- He didn't do anything.

No!

He's responsible

for the anarchist group assaults.

That's not true.

I will ignore where the accused was

at the time of his arrest

so as to not tarnish

your reputation, Miss Rodrguez,

- but do not take me for a liar.

- Let go of my daughter.

Let me go!

No one here is taking you for a liar.

Don't move.

You two may be very intelligent,

but this kid was fooling you.

- I didn't do anything.

- Abel, what happened?

- Take him away.

- I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything!

I didn't do anything!

"Sigh no more, ladies,

"sigh no more.

"Men were deceivers ever.

"One foot in sea,

"and one on shore,

"to one thing constant never.

"Then sigh not so, but let them go.

"And be you blithe and bonny.

"Converting all your sounds of woe

"into hey nonny, nonny.

"Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.

"Men were deceivers ever.

"One foot in sea, and one on shore,

"to one thing constant never."

It's precisely at this point

that begins the restlessness

of leaving forms of sounds

in order to enjoy their reproduction.

In the year 1877

General Electric emerges,

succeeding in leaving registered sounds...

ABEL VELILLA SENTENCED TO PRISON

The new maid will be here in an hour.

Her name is Rosa.

She's old, but I think she works well.

What happened to Macarena?

Did she quit or did you fire her?

That's not important.

But I do hope this one is more serious.

Start working on the new texts.

We're playing badminton in one hour.

I'll get it.

Maybe it's Macarena.

Hildegart.

Abel came to see me

before he was arrested.

No, no. Please.

- He asked me to...

- Mr. Guzmn.

Macarena didn't come to collect the money

I owed you from the last edition.

Macarena no longer works in this house.

How come?

I'll need you to sign a receipt.

This arrived for you from London.

Do you think he did it?

I don't know.

- Here it is.

- Thank you.

- Anything else?

- No, that is all.

I just hope to get to read

the new essay soon.

It'll be ready shortly. Good day.

A waltz?

Let's go.

SECOND CLASS PASSENGER TICKELONDON

This is our house.

I'm sorry. This is the last thing

I wanted to happen.

I hope you can forgive me.

Here's the living room.

Come this way, please.

Here's the...

- What are you doing here?

- I needed to eat before I kept going.

I'm sorry, this is my daughter, Hildegart.

- Nice to meet you.

- Pleased to meet you.

People talk a lot about your books.

Have you read any?

No, I can't read.

Shall we continue?

This way.

I was young and beautiful

With a young boy

With a young boy

I didn't love

My mother married me off

My mother married me off

I was young and beautiful

What do you want?

- Are you Antonio?

- Macarena isn't here.

I want to talk to her.

- She's not here, I can't help you.

- I need to talk to her. It's important.

Girl, I don't want to hurt you.

I'm not leaving until I talk to her.

Let me talk to her.

She won't bring you any trouble.

That better be true.

You shouldn't be here.

This is no place

for a girl from a good family.

Macarena, I'm not a little girl anymore.

Why did you leave?

I need to know

why you left me without saying anything.

And I needed to know

what I should forgive you for...

until I saw Antonio and his friends.

Was it my mother's idea?

Or was it you?

Like the g*n.

How can you think that about me?

I don't know what to think anymore.

About you or about anyone.

It was your mother.

She found out that Antonio

was responsible for the assaults.

She offered to give him money

and not report him

in exchange for selling Abel out.

How could you?

I swear on my life I tried to prevent it.

I swear to God.

There's an innocent man in jail

paying for your lack of character.

Is that really what you think?

You, being so smart and well-read?

Do you really think

that's the way life works?

That it's that easy?

Do you think I like living like this?

Not all of us have been

as lucky as you, honey.

Your speeches are great,

but life doesn't work like that.

Without money, you're not free.

Us women aren't free.

I'll give you one day

to report Antonio to the police

and explain to them

that you had nothing to do with it.

If you don't, I'll go myself and make sure

you're charged as an accomplice.

I'm really sorry.

You're late.

Macarena is on her way

to report her husband.

I guess if you meet with him

and pay him enough money,

he won't say you were involved.

When Abel is released,

I will go to London with him.

Havelock sent me the tickets.

No, you won't.

How could you?

How could you?

It's my life's work.

I did what I had to do.

At what cost?

At the cost of my happiness

and the life of an innocent man.

No project succeeds without sacrifice.

Careful, Mother.

You're starting to sound like a fascist.

After everything I've done for you.

Everything you've ever done

was for your own sake.

What have I done for my own sake?

Tell me.

What have I done for my own sake?

I gave up my life

for the sake of the world.

The world doesn't know you exist.

The world you and I desire, Mother,

if it is indeed the same one,

is not built like this.

You are the enemy of your own ideas.

What would you know about the world?

I am your whole world.

All your ideas are mine.

You love me.

There was a time when you loved me.

You don't know what love is.

I know more about love than you do.

You only have one driving force

and a rudimentary psyche.

Animals have

a more exquisite soul than yours.

No one has ever loved

as much as I love you.

No one.

And I won't let a man

take you away from...

Enough!

Men aren't our enemies, Mother.

You deny humanity.

You deny women.

You hate them.

You hate the fact that we can feel.

And there is no possible revolution

without love.

That's the kind of love that enslaves us.

That's a lie.

- That's true.

- That's a lie!

You're not on the side of women.

You keep behaving like a man.

You want to own me

just like men own women.

For your own interest.

And nobody owns us, Mother.

Nobody owns us.

Nobody owns me.

I own you.

Nobody owns me.

From now on I will make my own decisions.

From now on I am free.

Good night, Hildegart.

Good night, Mom.

WITCHES wh*res

wh*res YOU ARE GOING TO HELL

Is something the matter, madam?

Take the dog for a walk, please.

Right now?

Go on, get dressed.

Take him for a long walk.

As you wish, madam.

My mother married me off

My mother married me off

I was young and beautiful

I have loved and hated to extremes.

My middle ground is

the automatic mechanical human.

What happened seems so logical to me.

So precise.

I'm a bit more celestial than the usual.

There is eccentricity

in what I did, I know.

But you...

you cannot simply analyze the case

of the mother of the human statue.

The day I had my daughter,

I stopped thinking about myself.

The only thing I cared about

was the creation of that human being.

Invigorating,

drop by drop, my belief in her.

But you men,

distracted,

failed to see that I was a planet

with a light of my own.

You failed to understand

that the work wasn't meant for a place.

You failed to see the extent

of a sculptor's connection with his work.

Who, after noticing

the slightest imperfection, destroys it.

That's what I did to Hildegart.

The human h*m* statue.

My work.

The Hildegart project had failed.

There was no point in keeping it going.

SHOT TO DEATH BY HER MOTHER

IN GALILEO STREET, WHERE SHE LIVED

HILDEGARSHOT DEAD IN HER HOME

HILDEGARTHE SEXUAL REBELLION OF YOUTH

THE RED VIRGIN IS DEAD

Hildegart Rodrguez Carballeira died

on June 9th, 1933, at the age of 18.

She wrote 16 essay books

and over 150 articles

in the last three years of her life.

Her work and that of her peers

was forgotten after the Spanish Civil w*r.

It lingered on in the spectral plane.

"Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.

"Men were deceivers ever.

"One foot in sea, and one on shore,

"to one thing constant never.

"Let them go and be you blithe and bonny.

"Converting all your sounds of woe

into hey nonny, nonny.

"Then sigh not so, but let them go.

"And be you blithe and bonny.

"Converting all your sounds of woe

"into hey nonny, nonny.

"Sigh no more.

"Men were deceivers ever.

"One foot in sea, and one on shore,

"to one thing constant never.

"Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more."