All language subtitles for Downtown (1975) BRRip 720 P x264 .Eng Sub.German AC3 2.0.--prisak~~{HKRG}

It started here in the casino

and this is where I want to put
an end to the horrific drama.

I won't be tricked by her again.

Although that's very difficult.

No wonder, with such a sexy kitten.

But she is an ice pop.

But all the same,
or just because of that.

Something I'd like to keep licking.

She had a grip on me,
the sweet bitch.

I thought I couldn't be
beaten as a detective,

I, the smart Algino PEREIRA.

I grew up in the care of whores
in the brothels of San Juan

and matured into a man among
bar hostesses, nymphomaniacs,

and would-be striptease dancers.

That's why I know what I'll do now.

I'll kill her cold-bloodedly with my colt,
bump her off with a small bore.

That's the way they do it here.

Whoever didn't manage to
obtain a touch of Al Capone

was punished for his weakness
with a sweet circular hole.

And a crafty Puerto Rico boy like me

prefers to have a circular hole
elsewhere than in his body.

In popular language: An eye for an eye,
a tooth for a tooth, a hole for a hole.

Yes, yes, she knows the ropes.

If I weren't such a
clever Puerto Rican

who'd already thrown American
cops off their horse,

she'd have managed to throw me into
the clutches of the French coppers,

who are still dreaming
of the huge knife,

the guillotine.

My dreams are more idyllic.

A hidden port in a Mediterranean
bay where crayfish is served fresh

at 12 o'clock and where you can wander
around under palm trees after your siesta.

A secret nest that the Interpol
hasn't yet come across

and whose female inhabitants

are as fresh as a daisy at midnight
as crayfish at lunchtime. But...

Unfortunately my romantic vein violated my
never failing intuition of a detective.

In other words,
in search of new paradises,

the Mafia bosses had discovered
this Porto Santo long ago.

While searching for the Mafiosi,

the American gang bosses had
long ago pitched their tents

in the luxury palaces of Porto Santo.

My dwelling was comparatively modest.

My monthly wage was about as much as

an efficient Porto Santo
whore earns on a Sunday.

But considering the rich vegetation,

I was prepared for a
modest early retirement.

Good morning, boss.

A customer.

The lady looks like a real lady.
Are you interested or not?

Shall I take over?

No problem.

Such prospects always get me moving.

Pepe, will you stay here!
You old crook!

You don't grant me a thing, boss.

- Tell me, is she really perfect?
- I've never seen anything as perfect.

- Good figure?
- Yes, damn it.

- Not a hooker?
- Definitely not.

- Can you judge that?
- Better than anything else.

- What does she want?
- What does she want?

Can I read thoughts now?

The main thing is she has dough,
that'll help us keep afloat.

- Looks like it.
- I proceed strategically.

Don't mess things up for me.
Keep in the background.

- If need be.
- Don't play Peeping Tom.

That's not my line.

It depends on you as
to whether it works.

- Do you realise that?
- Sure, boss.

You bear the responsibility.

You need help, madame?

Al PEREIRA can always help.

- Good morning, madame.
- Monsieur PEREIRA.

Pleased to meet you.
You want to put your trust in me?

Possibly.

- Please take a seat.
- Thank you.

I've come about an extremely
delicate matter, as one might say.

Yes, that is to be expected.

What are you willing to
spend on the delicacy?

I thought about $2,500.

As a down-payment.
Or as an incentive.

And when you've done your
job with your routine,

I'm sure you'll manage perfectly -

then I'm capable of
giving you, let's say,

another $5,000.

Who do I bump off?

Bump off? No,
you're to photograph him.

- Who?
- My husband.

Even if you're more
used to the former.

I don't quite understand, if you
wish to have photos of your husband,

there are enough
photographers around.

- From all sides.
- But not what I want.

You're to photograph my husband naked.
I said it was a delicate matter.

You force me to be frank.

He's fucking his
girlfriend in my bed.

I'd like every stage of
this act to be recorded.

They're meeting at eight
in our house downtown.

Here... is the key.

I... trust you.

I put it in your hands.

I'm honoured by your trust, but...

you don't need me for this game.

Who tells you for
what game I need who?

You shouldn't waste time
with such child's play.

I have a certain aim.

You think you'll achieve
this aim with my help?

Your absolute discretion is
the most important thing.

Who's your husband?

A bastard with millions. He owns
seven night-clubs and three bars.

A tax evader with pressed trousers.

His name is Tefeiro Ramos,
should that ring a bell.

Tefeiro Ramos.

And I thought the whole
thing was too small for me.

You'll have to add a few
extra grand, madame.

Supposing...

I do the job,

the desired photos will be
shot and developed by me.

By what way do the prints reach you?

And who fulfills what we agreed upon
and pays me the remaining money?

- I will.
- Sincerely?

Yes, tonight at 12
in the Mugano Club.

Tefeiro makes me... work.

- Work?
- Yes, as a striptease dancer

and a bar hostess.

Rita!

Hello, Al Capone! How are you?

- Fine, thanks.
- You son-of-a-bitch. Where were you?

- You should be ashamed.
- Why?

You don't call in any more.

Why do you think I'm here?
Because I can't live without you.

- You're kidding.
- Rita, I'm back on my feet again.

I'll pay you back what you lent me,
including diamonds from Cartier.

A big deal's in the offing.

Al Pereira's back, my dove.

Dear guests, you're about to see
the attraction of our house.

Sexy Rexi, the man-mad bomb.

Boy, you could make
me forget my fiance.

This is my third night here and I'm still
dazed. She doesn't only love the turnover.

Mount her to reach the top.

Ugh, how vulgar men are!

What a show!

Mine's already on fire.

You go and blow it!

I think she could ensnare me.

I could fall for her.

Let me have a go. I'm better at it.

After lunch I got going and strolled
over to the home of Tefeiro Ramos,

which I would enter soon after eight.

Everybody in Porto Santo, apart from me,
seemed to know this house.

It was on a huge estate,

that must have cost quite a
few of the wangled millions,

in the middle of a wonderful park,
and seemed to be made for my task.

I, of course, had a very
well conceived plan in mind

and tackled the matter in an accordingly
tactical manner, i.e. The house.

With a trained eye I saw that I wasn't
observed from the ground or from the air.

This discovery calmed my high blood
pressure that had been caused by the fact

that I knew it was best not
to tangle with men like Ramos

by attracting their attention when they
are up to something they want to hide.

My fears soon proved to be unfounded.
There wasn't a soul about.

And the house, which made a dilapidated
impression upon closer inspection,

looked more like Sleeping Beauty's
castle than a gangster boss' love nest.

The certainty of fighting for the
honour of the beautiful Madame Ramos,

who had swept me off my feet and would
shove $7,500 down my throat,

spurred me on in a task that didn't
quite correspond with my rank.

Do you want to see it?

Oh darling, what a beauty!

Ok, ok, don't be silly.

Stop that cackling.

I was wondering what face your wife
would make if she saw you like this.

That's why I sniggered at you.

Now I'm quite serious again.
I don't want to spoil our time together.

We have so little time.

Do you still love
your pussy, sweetie?

Don't start with that.
I can demand more for my money.

Don't get angry, sweetie.

I'll do it nice and soft
and cocky, my cock puller.

I said not that way.
Go on, turn round!

Yes, that way would be nice.
You like that.

Don't act like a beginner. I want
something professional for my money.

Now I'll just seal your mouth
with kisses, my dirty little boy.

The two were so taken up with
their business that you could have

fired a gun next to them and
they wouldn't have noticed.

Sol loaded my gun.

Darling, you're so wild all of a sudden.
What are you doing to me?

- Finally we're at sea.
- Yes, oh...

You see, all you have to do
is tackle women properly.

There I had the old bastard with his
greedy purse before my telephoto lens,

with his blond chick.

No, don't take my glasses off.
I won't be able to see anything.

How hot, I want you to be blind,
blind with passion.

I want you to feel me.

The show those two put on.

The carnival of Rio could have taken
place in the room they'd have banged in.

This was grist to my mill.

I could snap the little
things I needed.

Not exactly for the family album.

But what did madame say,
to whom I warmed more and more?

At every single stage.

Once I'd got what I needed in the box,
I made off immediately.

I'm not the type to enjoy
watching another guy hump a girl.

But honestly, those were the
easiest $7,500 of my life.

I say!

It's midnight, I'm right on time.

- You see, I kept my word.
- I'm just as punctual.

- Have you got what I asked for?
- Of course.

- Wonderful.
- Do you want to see it?

- Actually...
- I think you can use it.

- I can use it but...
- Is it inconsequential?

Tefeiro doesn't actually
have a gift for love.

Or what do you think?

That's why... oh, why look at the
pictures that break my heart.

Do you understand me?

What's it got to do with me?

Monsieur's very strict with me.

I've carried out your order.
It has its price.

I should say so.

We agreed you'd pay upon delivery.

In such a hurry? Tell me,
aren't you at all interested in women?

I can't imagine anything about me
interesting you apart from these photos.

Suddenly so modest, Monsieur PEREIRA.

It doesn't match the
idea I had of you.

I was pleased to see you again

and to have such a lively discussion.
I was so keen to see you.

You're putting on an
extremely weak act.

I'm not getting anywhere. That hurts.

I don't want to hurt you, but it isn't
so easy with a man of my experience.

I underrated you.
Will you forgive me?

I immediately saw that you
would be the right man for me.

You understand? I mean in
connection with my defenselessness.

You'd need a whole army of men.

You mean of qualified
detectives like you.

- You're mean.
- Why?

You know why.

Because I don't react to your curves?

As if I was after that.

I'm no busty career
addicted film star.

But Cynthia Ramos,
spoiled by her body.

The wicked Tefeiro, who made
her work as a striptease dancer.

That's what you wanted
to say, didn't you?

Who makes the wildest contortions to
withhold a cheque from a poor detective.

You want to squeeze several
grand out of him with my help.

Only what I'm entitled to.

I only want what I'm entitled to.

Five bank notes with numbers on.

Algino, be a little more obliging.

Nothing doing. You're mistaken.

Your shows for TV, not for me.

You, too, have your bust in front and
your charming buttocks at the back.

- Schnapps.
- Schnapps is Schnapps and beer is beer.

Extremely witty.

Well then,

take the cheque,
it's in front of you.

Ok.

I thank you.

Now I'll have another look at
what I've seen in your show.

I'm looking forward to it.

Very good stuff.

Waiter, some more stuff.

The baby on the fur is the most
exciting kid in this joint.

Only you're hotter.

Sing, Cynthia. You'll be surprised.

- I thank you.
- Bravo!

Cynthia is class!

Tefeiro wants to talk to you.
The waiter winked.

A moment.

Come, let's go.

Why do you laugh?

I'd like to screw with you.

Choose a nitwit.

I feel like it too,
but I only do it with singers.

Stop it, Dieter,
or the milk will turn.

I didn't lay him in
the water nor on land.

A long soak won't
only soften your nut.

Stop fumbling me.

Get out or you'll be all spongy.

Singers are my fate.

See, you've forgotten the lyrics.

- You're the one...
- I'm not. Start again.

I've slipped.

You keep slipping, with the notes.

If you want to sing in court
you'll have to learn the lyrics.

I'll sing something much
better. Listen, darling.

Santa Lucia is my song,
you pinched it.

Hello, 2 - 22 - 25 please.

Pepe, hold your breath
and listen to me.

Get rid of those
negatives and prints.

Yes, make them disappear. Do you
get it or is that above your head?

All that material never existed.

Hey, darling, what material?

It's none of your business.

Then go to hell.

Pepe, my son, the photo material
has to vanish into thin air.

Burn it all and put
it in a paper bag.

Weigh the bag down with a stone.

Tie it all up with string
and throw it into the sea.

Do as I say. You are responsible.

Yes, boss.

I'm sorry, I'd love to do it,

but things aren't working your way.

We have a visitor.

Just a minute, I'll pass you on.

Ramon's been murdered, my head's in
a noose. Can't you see that? Hello?

Monsieur PEREIRA,
Inspector Mendoza speaking.

Ah, good day, how are you, my friend?

Nice to hear from you.
It's ages since we...

Yes, that's right.

Pardon? Of course I'm looking forward
to seeing you. Of course I'll come.

I want to welcome you to my house.
Of course, that's understood. See you.

I've found the print proofs, boss.

- You can go.
- Yes.

I know.

Come in.

Welcome, Inspector. It's me.

I can see. Good morning.

- Morning.
- Come closer.

Yes.

Good morning.

- How are you, my dear friend?
- Thanks. Better off than you, I'd say.

Oh, those photos. That's just
amateur stuff that... that...

Your revolver and the gun license.

What? Of course, the revolver,
that belongs to it, so to speak.

And the gun license.

Too bad...

Some of your photos were found in
the jacket pocket of Tefeiro Ramos.

But he had three bullets in his back.

Things don't look rosy for you.

- I only just heard about it.
- Yes, it's worth being sorry.

I swear, I read about
Ramos' death in the paper.

These photos were by commission.

I know...

I know, this commission
isn't quite...

- But if you're up to here in debt...
- Yes, yes, I understand.

You showed him these photos
so you could blackmail him.

And when he wouldn't go along
with it, you bumped him off.

You lost your nerve,
that's easy to explain.

No. Excuse me, but you're playing
the wise guy and have no idea.

I only took his picture.

Right, you accidentally turned
up beside the bed in which Ramos

was fucking the blonde
and went click.

End.

Listen, Inspector,

Ramos' wife came to me and
asked me to take the pictures.

I took them to her in the club.

He forced her to work as a dancer.

You can come with me. She'll confirm
that she paid me for the photos.

Interesting...

In that case Mrs Ramos
works in night clubs

and lets her husband be
photographed in tricky situations.

You don't honestly expect me to
swallow that, Monsieur PEREIRA.

I don't know if you're
taking the piss out of me...

Or if you're so imaginative that
you yourself believe this humbug.

Anyway, I'll take you to Mrs Ramos.

- Wait here.
- Yes, boss.

What can I do for you?

Madame, sorry to disturb
you a second time.

This is Algino PEREIRA.
He claims that he knows you.

Can you confirm this?

I beg you to tell him
that you know me.

Madame, will you assure me again
that you are Tefeiro Ramos' widow?

Yes, I am.

Thank you, madame.

The following question is
of vital importance to me.

Do you feel any doubt
in knowing this man?

No doubt at all. I know him.

You asked me

to take photos of your husband.

Is that right? Did you ask him?

Madame.

That's right.

He was to photograph my husband
in a compromising situation.

- You see?
- I had a compelling reason.

Madame...

Please... please could you confirm
that you paid me for this job.

- Of course I paid Monsieur... er...
- PEREIRA.

For what I asked him
to do, Inspector.

Thank you.

Very kind of you, madame.
I thank you.

Please, don't mention it.

Please excuse me for not
accompanying you to the gate.

Oh, no problem.
We'll let ourselves out.

Let's go.

Hello.

May I speak to Mrs Olga Ramos.
I'm a friend of hers.

She's gone away? The house is sold?

I can hardly believe it.

Are you sure?

Fine, nothing I can do
about it. Many thanks.

- Lola!
- I'm in here.

Well, my sweetie.
Is everything OK? A kiss.

Enough, and how's my little pussy?

- That Ramos woman has gone.
- To the other end of the world, I hope.

- Yes, but...
- Are you worried?

Help me undress, I love doing that.

You know that opening zips
is my favourite occupation.

You make me all sensual.

Annette, I had thought that stupid
Ramos woman had tricked us.

What a perfume.
Like a seven-story brothel.

I love the scent of
your pussy, Cynthia.

Did the old woman
cough up the cheque?

She did, 50,000.

And she wrote to thank me

for opening her eyes about
such a loose person like you.

A brilliant idea of yours...

That half hour with randy Ramos
wasn't half as bad as toothache,

and we've got the money.

Wow, what a hot tongue you've got.

Come on, Cynthia. Your sweetie will
do it for you as wild as ever.

Stop it, Lola.

All right, tell me about it.

Olga Ramos rescued the detective.

So he wouldn't be
blamed for the murder.

She told the inspector that she'd
asked him to take the photos.

Then she took French
leave with Ramos' dough.

I tell you what. She killed him,
but that serves him right, the bastard.

Cynthia, you're mad
to say such a thing.

That I let him stick his crooked cock in
your tender pussy still makes me mad.

- I won't forgive myself so easily.
- Give me kisses.

Come, kiss me.

Lola, you have such sweet buttocks.

Darling, I've turned
it good and proper.

Now you turn that thing for me.

We have our fun, don't we, sweetie?

To hell with men!

Come here.

That's wonderful.

That makes me go crazy.

If my mother knew how
I earned my living.

Little crooks have a hard
life compared with big ones.

The little crooks have to be bigger than
the big ones, that's the difference.

Come on, I'll massage you.

If you sit here philosophizing you'll
only put on weight. Take that hat off!

- It's off.
- Brush up your image.

In the age of public relations
people want to see a handsome man.

My hat is my image.

- A special offer from Wohnhof.
- But I love it.

Put that away. Cigarette ads
encourage smoking as a rule.

- What?
- You're too fat.

You must get rid of
this flabby belly.

I'm going to take your boots off.

You can't lie in bed
with dirty boots.

They're of the finest
Argentinian leather.

I don't know if you deserve
to undo my shoelaces.

They're from Hilga's winter sales.

Cowboy imitation.

Not even people in their
twenties wear such things.

- And these socks!
- Oh, yes please!

Cheese.

It's high time a woman saw
to you or you'll run wild.

Are you the indispensable one?

In this case soap and water are
more indispensable than me.

Stop putting everything down.
I love my things.

What do you like better,
your boots or your socks?

It's hard to say.

I know you practice polygamy, but that
you're also heartless and cynical...

What of it if I did love you?

Don't you know that hurts?!

- With such thick skin?
- You like my thick skin.

Most likely because I'm stupid or
masochistic. I'm not up to much either.

Yes you are. You're the most
wonderful woman I know.

That means thanks.

It's true, believe me. I swear it.

You'd better not.
You'd go to prison for perjury.

Stay here.

- Now listen to me.
- Yes?

- I've got some money now.
- Yes?

- We could...
- Yes?

- You could marry me.
- Algino, no.

I am stupid, but I'm not crazy.

And when you see a
nice pair of legs...

Why legs? Don't remind me of that!

Legs! That man-murdering vamp.

I just don't get it.
I really am too stupid to see it.

- Oh yeah?
- Why does she think of me?

Why does she say she's Mrs
Tefeiro Ramos when she isn't?

And why does the real Ramos
woman sign the cheques.

- The main thing is she signs them.
- Yes, but listen to the rest.

Why does the real Mrs Ramos say
she knows me and that she asked me

to take the photos that were
found on the dead body?

You're to be pitied.

To be pitied, exploited and drunk.

- But you've got the dough.
- Of course, it's here.

Two cheques for the bank
and $7,500 cash in bundles.

It pays after all to deal with women
in the underworld, doesn't it?

That vamp wanted to twist
me round her little finger.

I like being twisted round someone's little
finger if necessary, you understand?

The girl is damn sexy.

Her stage name is Cynthia La Belle.

The name doesn't ring a bell.
Why should it?

I'm sure I never met the whore.

- I don't know much about that business.
- You once performed in the Copacabana.

She was there.

A brunette, a long
fringe and a snub nose.

- A Cynthia... Cynthia... Cynthia...
- Yes, Cynthia.

- Super sexy, wonderful eyes.
- Of course, you can't do without that.

- And... super lips.
- Ah, so... so... so...

- Monsieur's fallen for the vamp.
- Why?

You can't stop talking
about her body.

That means you're in love.
You don't think so?

- In love?
- In love.

Anyway, you're mad about her
and you want to sleep with her.

- By the way, I remember her.
- You do?

She's cheeky and stupid.

I don't understand why you fall
for such an awfully cheap tart.

- You think so?
- Cheap and slovenly.

If you don't notice that
you must be damn...

- What?
- Crazy.

- Am I?
- A hard on blows your mind.

What wisdom.

Honestly, old man, one dreams
of being a happy young bride

and you want to fuck...

- with these broads.
- Listen, I have other worries.

I'd like to know something
about the real Mrs Ramos.

- Do you want to lay her too?
- Don't be silly.

If you'd seen her...

I wouldn't put it past you.

Why did she say she knew me?

I don't understand it.

She only...

- She only dreamt of you?
- That's quite possible.

You're a son-of-a-bitch,
you're a sly dog, but I love you.

You're well advised. You just
have to fall in love with me.

Watch it, my narcissist,
or I'll pull off your dick.

- Why not bite it?
- One shouldn't stuff one's mouth.

- Bitten off it's of no use.
- Do you think it's of any use at all?

For I love it cute and small...

Oh, my poor head.

Sleep!

Whoever you are,
you're the wrong one.

Good evening, Monsieur PEREIRA.

Good evening, Mrs Thingummy.

- How are you?
- Nice of you to ask.

Through you I got in quite a...

a tight corner.

Yes, I know.

So.

How sweet of you to tell me.

I'm close to tears.

Shall... Shall I tell you something?

I escaped only thanks to a
woman who really is Mrs Ramos.

I know.

Well, Miss Know-it-all. I'm pissed.

I'm a bit loaded.

I don't understand.

Why are you here?

My head's buzzing.

I've come to ask you to forgive me.

Yes...

Dare I hope you'll forgive me,
Monsieur PEREIRA?

Or not?

Do you think that's the right way
to put me in a forgiving mood?

It isn't the most unpleasant way.

No, you're absolutely right.

Can I be sure of your consent?

I didn't mean to say that.

I shouldn't forgive you.

You tell fibs, you're sneaky,
you play false.

Oh, you mustn't say that.

Whether I should or not,
I can't help it.

You'd manage to make a wooden horse

get a hard-on.

You're great.

Why did you aim at
getting me into bed?

Well, I was crazy about you.

My nice blue eyes... tell that to
the marines! Do you think I'm mad?

When a cunning bitch like you tries to
get round me, you're after something.

- My dicky-boy is suspicious.
- You're more cunning than a fox.

- Beefcake, come with me.
- Where to?

To my place.

Is it far?

Even if it's at the end of the world.

If you're a man, you'll follow me.

Prove that you're more than
a miniature detective.

- Yes, I have a thing about art.
- I can see that.

Second-hand furniture is
for the petite bourgeoisie.

Except for beds.

A person needs a bed.

So I became a collector
and promote young artists.

All the paintings are by him.

I sponsor him, supply him
with the necessary money.

- This out-sized daub confuses me.
- It's great.

Those figures, too. I've nothing
against the woman's thighs

but these strange animals. Why chamois,
deer, stylized dogs or unicorns?

He calls it "Ram Under the Lily".

I can see, you don't like it here.

Yes.

It would be great if you stayed here.

Yes, good, good.

Come on then, let's make
ourselves feel more...

Comfortable, yes?

Excuse me for a minute, I just want
to change into something more casual.

To honour you, sweetie.

More casual still?

Old sleepy-head!

I thought that was you.

I've dragged off that funny Mr PEREIRA.
We've got to put him through it.

Right now? Or can it wait?

No, we've got to forge him as
long as he's hot. He's of iron.

Let's get going. See you.

Ooh la la! How casual can you get!

Don't you like my house-dress?

Oh yes, yes, very much.

Pearls are said to
be very flattering.

- So you like the look of me?
- Yes, of course.

I'm pleased to hear that.

What do you want from me?

I want you, that's all.

Why this frippery, suspenders, etc.?

Because I noticed you're a real man,
and a real man needs such things.

- What's up now?
- Don't make me angry.

Listen, this is a fucking
game you're playing with me.

What do you mean?

That the tricks with which you lead
me to believe you love me are a flop.

- Give it up.
- Why?

I don't pretend to be Robert Redford
or Alain Delon. Men of your type.

I'm getting to know your tricks.

I know what you want,
to get round me.

Rien Ne Va plus, madame.

Nothing doing.

Goodbye, my girl.

- Don't you want to see Lola?
- Lola?

Lola Montes? Painted by your protge,
or Marlene Dietrich, 1930, in the film?

What Lola?

A charming girlfriend.
I'm sure you'll like her.

I'll introduce you.

Don't hesitate.

I'm sure she'll be pleased to
meet you. She's so lonely.

Come on, be a sport!

Lola, this is my dear
friend, Al PEREIRA.

Now I get it. You're the one I
photographed screwing Tefeiro Ramos.

Before he was dead. I took you
from the front and the back.

She didn't do that, sweetie.

Sit down, my pet.

So sonny boy,
let's get this straight...

The big confession.

Lola is my girl.

I'm very fond of Cynthia
and she's fond of me.

And in between, the widow of the bastard
who's in heaven now was fond of us,

Olga Ramos.

It was her who gave me the order.

I had to pretend I was Mrs Ramos and
order the photos so she could trap him.

He didn't only get
trapped but pegged out.

And I'm sure she didn't want that.

And who's the dupe?

When it's as clear as day
that you two murdered him.

No!

That's against my honour.
I can't even hurt a fly.

If we hadn't read it in the paper
we wouldn't know he was dead.

Fun, yes, but nothing like that.

No.

In that case, I'll take it back.

Carry on singing, blackbirds.

I'm sure there's more to sing about.

Let's continue.

Once I had the photos,
what did we do?

Something that wasn't planned, eh?

We tried to blackmail Ramos
with the photos ourselves.

- Do you get it?
- I'm flabbergasted.

He got scared because I'm not yet 18,
then he coughed up the dough.

He offered us quite a bit of money.

And we'll go halves with you.

If you promise to take part in
our next thing, on business.

Uh-uh... Count me out.

A stupid decision.

Dead sure.

Yes, dead sure I'll end up in prison.

You silly-billy,
we'll protect you from that.

By running away, eh?

Yes, but the three of us.

From now on we'll do
everything together.

Like an infernal trio.

Like in a good marriage.

What do you say now, darling?

Don't be so quiet.

Yeah, you've succeeded.
But just this once.

You're fantastic! Come on, buddy.

- I'm all hot.
- So am I.

Come off it!

Hell sent you two to me.

Heaven, I'd say, sweetie.

You'll hear the angels in a minute.

- What are you laughing at, Cynthia?
- Oh, just so.

Two people smooching is
the third one's joy.

I am, alone so to speak.

You're an ace, buddy.

What did I say, Lola?

Come on, sweetie,
where's your fat Uncle Dick?

I'll get it out to go walkies.

Don't scream if I miss.
First come first served.

You see, that's what the
infernal trio's like.

Come, Lola.

This is great, eh?

We haven't had such a hot ride
for a long time, eh, Lola?

As soft as butter. And you?

That's very long. That's enough, yes?

Snooks, you old rascal.

That isn't all I can do.
I can't get enough.

Yes? Where's the fire?

- Can you see that mirror?
- The mirror?

If you stand behind
it you can see me.

What?

It's a trick mirror. We want to take
Carlos Rivas for a ride with it.

He's a minister's son.
He's awfully hot for Lola.

His old man's rolling in money,
we needn't hesitate to get some out of him.

Carlos is harmless, a bit sluggish,

you have to perform a whole
eastern bazaar before he warms up.

But Lola will manage.

- Take a closer look.
- All right then.

Now go behind the mirror.

Damn it. That's terrific.

The things they think up.
The thing really is see-through.

And you can hardly hear anything.

These couple of bitches.

If I didn't know I had brains
I'd begin to doubt it.

You're so clever, I'm superfluous.

What do you need me for apart from...

We need you.
Each one of us has a job.

You operate the release. Click...

- Click, click...
- Rely on me.

In that case I'll fetch my camera.

That's essential if we want to
make business with the boy.

Yes, and when can we reckon with you?

As soon as I've said goodbye
to a very nice girl.

You bastard.

You'll have a filthy time if you
don't keep your word, clear?

Hey!

- Everything OK?
- Everything's OK, boss.

All the better.

Then I'll reveal something to you.

How much do I owe you?

I mean roughly.

How long is it since
you had your last pay?

Oh, one, two, three, four...

Let's not exaggerate.
Are you satisfied with $600?

- I think so, boss.
- OK, you can have it right away.

Can you really manage it?

Five... six!

Here, my boy.

You'll give me a receipt, OK?

- A... what?
- Yes, in case something happens to me.

- Good heavens!
- I'm satisfied with your work.

You went through thick and thin with me,
even if you're no great light.

You'll be a great detective, like me.

- Do you have a revolver?
- Of course.

- Does it work?
- I guess so.

- What calibre?
- I'm afraid I don't know.

Does it shoot?

It was blocked once. The thing should
bang and not smoke, shouldn't it?

Take the one in my drawer.

Boss?

He was in on it. Get going, my boy!

I will... I will.

Listen to me, don't blow all the
money in the brothel, you rogue.

- Good evening, Rita.
- Inspector.

A rum, please.

They'd turn up here if we
had to change the bar.

Thanks.

How's Ralph?

Don't ask. He no
longer exists for me.

Hello, Rita, my angel.

Since when do you flirt with cops?

- Good evening.
- My dear friend.

- How are we doing?
- You've devoted yourself to the vice.

No, to establishing the truth.

That's why I'm looking for you.

I have a surprise for you.

- A surprise?
- We've found the murderer.

Do I know him? Who is it?

Mrs Olga Ramos killed her husband.
She was the sole heiress.

A witness informed me.

Great. Is she in prison?

- In Mexico.
- The bitch.

And you had it in for me.

Rita, rum for the inspector,
let's drink to me not being the murderer.

Thanks, I must go.

- Just a toast.
- No, thanks. I'm on duty. Goodbye.

By the way, you can
collect your revolver.

At last, Carlos, you're pleased?

- I am, and you?
- You bet.

- We kept on talking about you.
- Oh, you have a visitor!

My best friend,
Marquise of Chevrolet.

Marquise, I'm Carlos Rivas.

A sip of bubbly from the Champagne?

I don't drink as a rule,
but here I can't refuse.

Lola, Vive la France!

A delicious drop. It stimulates,
makes you lose your inhibitions.

Oh, drink lots of it then.

Would you like to take something off?

It's quite warm here.

We'd like you to take your tie off.

Go on, undress me.

I feel like a prince.

You're such super bunnies.
Do you realise that?

And you're my harem.

Come on, get up, pasha!

I want to see his willy!

The neighbours are
already complaining.

The mirror's talking to us.
It's not the neighbours.

But a mirror can't talk.

Yes, it is the mirror.

I'm not drunk.

Mirror, mirror on the wall...

A bucket full of champagne.

He's a crazy loon.
Come on, get going.

And stop just staggering around.

Goodbye! How right you are.

Get on with it!
It's high time you performed.

Turn him round so I can focus
on his dick, you beginners!

Have you ever seen anything like it?

Come on, Carlos, be a man!

If you go about it so clumsily
you'll never get his willy up.

I say, they'll never get
that giggle-stick up.

Get going with the bellows!

Yes!

At last. Blow, girl, blow!

This isn't an
advertisement for shampoo.

- What's Daddy doing?
- He's working.

- Working?
- Yes.

Work's no disgrace.

She made it.

Your minister's son robbed
me of my last nerve.

What about us?
I thought he'd never leave.

I'll be off then, to my office.

To develop the photos. Oops, pardon.

I'll bring them to
you in the morning.

- OK, you do that.
- Nothing left.

Well, I hope...

your performance is
sufficient for blackmail.

It wasn't such a super show.

So...

Goodbye, my little innocents.

A little kiss for your dear uncle?

Goodbye, we've got over that.

Alone at last.

And on holiday. I'm sure our big
boss will splash out this time.

We'll let our little man
stew in his own juice.

I'm sure he'll find a way out.

Hands up, Monsieur!

No fooling about or you'll have a dozen,
not three, bullets in your paunch.

This time it's no mistake,
we've got the proof.

- What are you talking about, Inspector?
- About you committing a crime.

You'll hardly succeed in
proving your innocence.

So you'd better make a full
confession immediately.

- Really, I'm completely...
- Come to your senses.

This time you are the murderer.

There's no doubt that
you committed the crime.

- But, I really don't know why...
- You know very well.

Last night Carlos
Rivas' body was found.

Three bullets in his back and
your revolver next to him.

Your revolver which you personally
picked up at the police station.

Last night.

I don't understand
how the damn thing...

What, dear PEREIRA,
do you question about it?

Who put it next to the body?

You could have done it
in a state of confusion,

when your attempted blackmail failed
and you shot him down with three shots.

There's no doubt that you
tried to blackmail him.

Why would you have taken compromising
photos of the minister's son

if you didn't want to make money
from it yourself and for others?

A second possibility would be

that you got involved in a game
with people you're no match for

and who won't hesitate
to liquidate you.

Here, in your photos
I discovered a girl.

This brunette with a page-boy cut,
whom we've known for some time

but can't arrest because she works for a
major crime syndicate that protects her.

Did she murder him or did you?

Crime syndicate, are you sure?

Ramos belonged to the same gang.

And because he became a
nuisance, they killed him.

Now please come along.

- Inspector?
- Yes?

If you know all that,
why don't you flush them out?

Small fry's arrested and
the big guys are let go.

That's how it is.

Because the big guys
are stronger than me

and I have to see where I come in.

You're coming with me.

- Get in.
- Make it snappy.

That whore, that dirty bitch!
I'll give her the works!

Let go of me! You're to let
go so I can wring her neck.

To the police station.
Get moving, Henry.

PEREIRA, I couldn't change it.

- Why not?
- I'm sorry.

I can fully understand
your situation.

And, therefore,
I'd like to make a suggestion.

What's that?

It may well have been that I
didn't catch you at home just now,

and that I'd let you get out now
so you can get even with the lady.

Would that suit you?

- Yes, but...
- Henry...

Pull up...

Get out!

- You really mean...
- Go on!

I want to know if he's
a fool or a crook.

Keep an eye on him from now on.

I'm left in a pickle once more.

I'm free, I can perform
the big act of revenge.

Yes, but how? I'm absolutely furious.

That impertinent mug saw the cops
make me comply with their orders.

That I was taken to
where she belongs.

I've still got that silly cow with
her pearly smile in my system.

It prevents me from thinking.

I must find out if my
revolver's still at Rita's.

Are you asleep, my little marmot?

Alex, leave the revolver where it is.

Is there trouble brewing again?

More than that, Rita.

I'm most likely the
biggest fool there is.

The revolver was definitely here.

Oh, you.

What's up? Of course it was here.
You put it in there yourself.

Rita,

that whore's taken me in.

- She's taken the piss out of me.
- Al, I warned you.

- I know her kind.
- I'll finish her off.

No, you won't succeed, darling.
Don't be stubborn.

You're a wimp compared to her.

You have no idea what
she has up her sleeve.

Don't go. I'll help
you get out of it.

No, Rita. No man can bear
being a wimp all the time.

That just slipped out...
Please, don't do anything silly.

Forget that girl. if you want to avenge
yourself, not that way, you'll get killed.

Listen to me, don't do it,
for my sake...

- You'll go under.
- Darling, I must do it.

Don't go, Al.

You blockhead, you're running
after that whore, you idiot.

I don't want to see you here
any more... I'll throw you out!

Oh no, don't, Rita!

Yes, boss, OK. We'll be at your place.
Tomorrow in the late afternoon.

The Rivas business is settled.

It went off very well...
Send the car to... all right then.

Hi, my darling.

I've just spoken to our boss.
He's expecting us tomorrow.

- The bell... - Yes.
- Will you go?

Yes. Go next door and creep up
from behind if necessary, OK.

You expected me least of all,
you beast, you dirty woman.

Now we'll get even. Now you'll pay...

- Why?
- Why?

Because you're due. Count to three...

Did you hear that?

I'm not deaf.

- Shall we go up?
- Not yet.

The poor wimp, why so aggressive?

I know.

He was quite a nice buddy really...
A bit stupid, but...

He isn't dead. He's just unconscious.

But we must get out of here.
We can't waste time with him. Hurry up!

Yes, I'll get dressed.

I'm sorry, but I have to beat it.

Sugar daddy,
how can you be so stupid?

Now I'm curious. You wait here.

You're a fool,
and you'll remain a fool.

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