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- And thank you for staying late to help me with inventory.

- Always a pleasure, Mr Calderon.

- Shall we come in early tomorrow afternoon

to finish it?

- No, just be here the regular time.

And enjoy the day with your families.

- Good night.

- Good night Mr Calderon.

- Good night.

- Good night sir.

- Good night Maria and thanks for staying to help us.

- You're welcome sir.

- Maria, I know it's a beautiful night

but I'm responsible for all of your girls

who work here at the club.

I'd feel better if you stayed a few minutes

and let me drive you home.

- You're very thoughtful

but I know this section and as you say,

it's a beautiful night.

- Very well but please be careful.

- I will.

- Good night Maria, I'll see you tomorrow.

- Good night Mr Calderon and thank you.

(soft music)

(screams)

- Cuts in both of her arms.

Exactly like the others.

Get her down.

- What will you do now, Inspector Ramos?

- Do you know the name of Adam Rourke?

- Every detective in the world

has read his book on sex crime motivation and investigation.

- And he is my personal friend.

I'm sending a cable to New York tonight.

(plane tires squealing)

I'm glad to see you Adam, welcome to Manila.

- Miguel, it's nice seeing you again.

You know, it's been four years

and from the look of your face,

I swear you haven't aged more than 10.

(laughing)

What's up?

- Let me take this.

- No, no, come on.

What's up?

- Your American directness, you don't even permit me

the courtesies of greeting.

- Listen, I know a chief inspector of homicide doesn't

send plane tickets to their friends

just so they can fly in and sit by the ocean

and watch colorful bonkers drift by, right?

Besides, I got to know that particular look pretty well

on your last trip to New York.

What's up?

- Alright my friend, I'll tell you on the way home

and I'll tell you some more when we get there.

My car is there, let's go.

- Okay.

All exactly the same.

- All neat, all deep.

All precisely 10 centimeters long.

Not a fraction more or less.

On the inside of both forearms of every single victim.

- Very calculated and very professional.

And every victim a young attractive girl.

No deviation?

- None.

- Are you absolutely sure each victim was completely drained

of blood?

- Except for fractional amounts in the hands and head.

No, Adam, it could not have been done

with anything like that.

The incisions are too thin and too neat.

We have talked to every friend, every family.

Anyone who could help us find any kind of link,

any kind of pattern that could tie the victims together.

Do you know what we found?

- No.

- There's no connection.

And Adam, it has to be only one man.

No two persons can kill so many people

exactly the same way each time.

- Except for one thing.

- What's that?

- What if the killer were Siamese twins? (laughing)

- Since you're supposedly here to help my brother,

Mr Rourke, it might be better if you remembered

the pressures on him, instead of making jokes.

- I'm glad you're here.

Adam, I want you to meet my sister Sylvia.

- How do you do Sylvia?

I'm sorry if that last remark created the wrong impression.

- No apologies necessary, Mr Rourke.

But it might help if you remember that you are

in a country whose customs and attitudes are not your own.

- Sylvia, Adam is an experienced lieutenant

of homicide himself and he is also my friend,

do I make myself clear?

- Quite clear, Miguel.

- Now what is it you wanted?

- To pour myself a drink.

But if I'm disturbing.

- No, no, no, you know all about this, go ahead.

- Is there anything I can get for you, Miguel?

- A rum and calamansi, please.

- [Sylvia] And for our guest?

- The same if you'd be so kind.

- Late yesterday, one of my men,

raised the fact that Maria Cortez was working

as a hostess as the Bario club here in the city.

- Have you done a follow up over there yet?

- No, frankly I wanted to talk to you first.

- I'm glad you did, that gives me an idea Miguel.

You don't have any Americans working on the force, right?

Therefore the possibilities of somebody spotting me

for a cop are pretty thin.

Secondly, I'm a stranger here.

So there's no chance of running

into any previous acquaintances.

Miguel, this is probably the best set up you've ever had

for putting in a plot.

Now let me function as an undercover man.

I can pass for a tourist,

I'll even wear colorful sport shirts

and carry two cameras if you like.

What do you say?

- No, Adam, no.

Thank you Sylvia.

- We don't know why he drains the blood from his victims.

We can only assume that there's some peculiar twist

in a sick mind.

- [Miguel] Do you think they'll be other killings

at the club?

- Not necessarily.

Of course, you don't have enough men to warn,

much less protect every attractive girl in town.

And if our killer even suspected we were trying,

he'd pick up and move to a new area.

A new city.

- Then it would be harder to look for him.

And in the meantime, there will be more killings.

- Right.

I'll do some digging on my own about this last girl.

Maybe it'll help speed things up for you.

- No heroics now, no foolish chances.

Just information, alright?

Then there should be no connection between

the two of us for a few days.

Anyway, I'll provide you with a contact man.

- Good.

- Adam, there is another possibility

I would like you to know.

There are many sophisticated people among us

but there are many more who are not.

There have been some rumors in the villages

about a strange blood cult.

Voodoo and the like.

And since none of the victims blood

has ever been found at the scenes of the murders,

people have begun to think and suspect

that it had been taken for some fiendess purpose.

- Really?

- I know, I know.

But anyway, I would like you to think about it.

- I'll do better than that.

First thing tomorrow morning, I'll go down

to the main library and I'll read up

on Count Dracula and the medieval witches.

- My brother is trying to help you.

- And I'll remember what he said, Sylvia.

Don't move, there, the base of your neck,

two small holes, yes fang marks.

- Sylvia, I think that...

- And I think that only a complete fool would ignore

all the possibilities that might apply,

even the occult.

- Regardless, I would like you to bring Adam into town.

- No thanks, Miguel, I'll call a cab.

- If there is to be no connection between us,

there should be no connection at all,

not even a cab driver.

- Miguel, I preferred if...

- And I would prefer that you help us

in this matter, since you have just returned

after two years of studies in London,

no one will recognize you at this hour.

The Luzan hotel is very clean.

I'm sure you'll get a room there.

My man will contact you tomorrow.

Adam, here is additional material

that I prepared for you.

- Thank you for your hospitality.

And the spirited conversation.

- My sister Sylvia is very headstrong.

But she means well.

I hope you two get along well together.

- Miguel, I didn't know you had a sister.

- In here yes, her father was connected

with an English firm here in Manila before the war.

During the occupation, he joined as a guerrilla.

He was very brave but very unlucky.

- And her mother?

- Her mother died a few years back.

- So your family adopted her?

(speaking foreign language)

(laughing)

- I just ran out of languages.

- Okay Harvy boy, let's go.

- Harvy?

- Yes, Harvy, I always take him with me

whenever I'm working.

Oh but the way, who runs the Bario club?

- His name is Calderon.

- Uh huh.

Thanks.

- The hotel is two blocks back on

the other side of the street.

- I hope you'll forgive me for that little joke

I made back at the house.

- Oh, was that a joke?

- I see.

Well I guess there isn't too much more to say

except good night.

- Except one thing.

- Yes?

- Right now, my brother needs the help

of people who can equal his dedication.

Not that of...

- Of wisecracking skeptics who ignore

the possibility of the occult.

Alright, I'm just surprised that you believe in such things.

- Do you have all the answers to life, Mr Rourke?

- No the last time I checked, no.

- Well then it might surprise you

to find out that there are still some mysteries,

that science and policemen seem unable to answer.

Good night Mr Rourke.

- I came here to help Miguel.

And I intend to do it.

Because you're his sister, it would make things

a lot more pleasant if I had your friendship too.

But I don't need it.

Now with the interest of friendship,

I'll make a simple bargain with you.

I won't form any final opinions of this case

till all the facts are in,

if you do the same with me, okay?

- Alright.

- Now if you promise not to tell a soul,

I'll let you in on one conclusion I've made already.

- Really, what?

- Regardless of how it turns out,

you must admit that someone has come up

with a novel idea for a blood bank.

- Why you crude.

(soft smooth music and chattering)

- Do you have a cigarette?

Do you have a light?

- Yeah.

- I was just going to ask you something very personal

but you have that business before pleasure look

in your eyes.

- Not really.

- Yes really.

- You're very perceptive.

- Well I'm not very subtle but be sure

to ask for me when that look changes.

My name's Teresa.

- Good evening sir.

What would you like?

- Whatever you make best.

- Very difficult.

Just rum, the best way.

And not harsh for a new visitor's first drink.

- Your eyes are as sharp as your drink, sir.

- They're part of my job.

- Oh excuse me?

- Yes?

- Maybe you can help.

This club is run by a Mr Calderon, isn't it?

- Yes.

- Where can I find him?

- Why?

- I wanna talk to him.

You're a good man.

I'm a stranger and right away,

you spotted the fact that I'm here to rob Mr Calderon.

And maybe even kill him.

- Maybe you are right but I still won't tell you

until you tell me.

- I'm a writer.

Magazine articles in general

and anything else I can get in particular.

Now, I read the newspaper story about the murder

of Maria Cortez.

- Yes, I would like to put my hands

on the one who did that.

- Then you can help.

And Calderon too.

- You'll find his office at the top

of the stairs back there.

- Thanks.

- But you must know, he's very sick about that.

(chattering)

Now we shall wait until after Serena's dance.

(clapping and chanting)

(haunting music)

(clapping)

(fast music)

(cheering)

- You were wonderful.

- Thank you.

- I can't let you go on doing this to yourself

time after time.

Dancing too much, over working yourself.

What about me, what about us?

Aren't we ever gonna have any time for us?

Is there never going to be any rest for either one of us?

Serena one of these days we must find it.

- Excuse me.

- This is a private office.

- Oh I'm awfully sorry.

I thought that was a door to a hallway.

- Get out of here.

- I'm looking for Mr Calderon.

I have some very important business with him.

- I'm Calderon, I have nothing to discuss with you,

now outside.

- No offense, I just made a clumsy mistake.

Please, accept my apologies.

- Get out.

- You must be awfully tired after that dance

but it was wonderful,

like I said before ma'am.

No offense, I'm leaving, sorry.

Well.

- When were you talking to him?

- On the stairs a moment ago.

- What did you tell him?

- I believe I said thank you.

- For what?

- For the compliment he paid me on my dance.

- I'm sorry.

It's just that everything makes me nervous

ever since Maria was...

- I know.

But don't you think you should go and talk to him?

- I'll be right back.

- No I think Maria had more spirit and more laughter

than anyone I ever knew.

- You met her here at the club, right?

- Yes.

- How long had you known her?

- About two years.

- Now that she's gone?

- I don't know except that I miss her very much.

And sometimes when I think of the way she was,

oh good evening Mr Calderon.

- Good evening, Teresa.

- Now don't worry, I was just leaving.

- Please.

Are you alright Teresa?

- Yes Mr Calderon.

- Are you sure?

Would you like to go home early tonight?

- No I'm fine, really.

- Good.

Then would you excuse us please?

I want to have a word with this gentleman.

May we talk?

There are many problems to running a business like this.

Minor sometimes.

Well, I'm afraid you startled me at such a moment

in the office.

It's my term to apologize.

- My pleasure, Mr Calderon.

You know, where I come from, folks don't consider

a man a man unless he knows how to make an apology

and accept one.

- That's a very good philosophy Mr?

- Rourke, Adam Rourke.

- Mareno.

- Yes Mr Calderon?

- Whatever Mr Rourke would like.

And have it brought down to us please.

- Another of your specials, Mareno.

- And what would you like?

- Nothing, thank you.

Well, since you said it was important business,

I suggest a little more privacy.

- There's nothing secret about it.

- At least we can sit more comfortably.

Please.

- Whatever you say.

(soft music)

You know, it's pretty rude of me to just stand there,

blabbering away, after I busted in your office

and I saw you and that lady were having some kind

of personal argument but I welp, there I go again,

sticking my clumsy nose in where it doesn't belong.

You know, that's the trouble with all writers,

they're just plain nosy.

- You must be a good writer because you're very perceptive.

We were having argument.

- I hope you got it all worked out.

- Just one of the usual conflicts between

a headstrong performer and a practical businessman.

- But what a woman.

Why, those people out there were reacting

to her like a bunch of slaves all hopped up

on berry juice coming to worship their high priestess.

I know I'd buy a ticket just to walk down

the street with her.

- Excuse me, was this for you Mr Calderon?

- For Mr Rourke, Elena.

- Here you are, sir.

- Thank you.

- How are your parents, Elena?

- Fine, thank you.

They're visiting relatives in Zamboanga right now.

- Please give them my regards when they return.

- Thank you, I will.

Nice meeting you Mr Rourke.

- Boy, you sure got good taste in the women you hire.

- Mr Rourke, it's very pleasant talking with you.

But, well, I hope you'll appreciate

that as the owner of the club, I have many things to do.

Just what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?

- Well, like I told you, I'm a writer.

Not a famous writer but I've always been able

to spot an interesting story and make

a pretty good living at it.

- Do I understand that you want to do

a story about the club?

- What I really had in mind was the girl,

Maria Cortez.

- Mr Rourke, I don't think I'd want to exploit.

- I know how you feel and I admire you for it,

but I'm not talking about a piece of cheap sensationalism.

Human interest is what I'm after.

Of course, I'm gonna need some background details

to make the story ring true,

from yourself and other people who knew her.

Mr Calderon, this story could make the Bario club famous

around the world and you'll have full approval

of everything I write before I send it

in for publication.

Now, what do you say?

- Are you from the police?

- That's very funny.

- I don't think so.

- Oh you would, if you know how I reacted

to the site of blood.

- But I'm sure they'll be around sooner or later.

Aren't you?

- Probably.

- Yet it seems strange that a tourist should interrupt

his vacation for such an unpleasant manner.

- Mr Calderon, a writer is writer.

He's always looking for an interesting story.

- I see.

- Now if you agree, I can guarantee that

the results will be very profitable, for both of us.

What do you say?

- Let me think about it.

I'll try to contact you in the morning

and give you my decision.

- Fine.

- Where are you staying?

- Luzan hotel, room 12.

- I do admit, it's an interesting idea.

It's just that I have to reconcile my previous affections

for Maria with such a concept.

Good night Mr Rourke.

- Good night sir.

(clapping)

(soft music)

(suspenseful music)

(gun shooting)

No, nope, there couldn't be that much of a room shortage.

Can I assume he worked alone?

Sorry about that.

Poor Harvy, the things you go through for me.

Well Harvy, old man, you've done it again.

You don't know what this means to me.

And one of these days, I promise you,

I'm gonna get you a complete paint job

and an overhaul.

(whistling)

- Wait, wait, wait, please.

Think of the less fortunate, I'm hungry, I'm hungry.

Oh you are truly most good, may you be happy.

Are you alright?

- I'm fine, I'm fine.

- I'm sorry, I'm very sorry.

I'm nothing but a clumsy...

- Don't worry about it.

- Please forgive me.

And I wouldn't even blame you if you hit me...

- Look, it's fine, don't worry about it.

Guy isn't safe anyway.

- And I wouldn't take that knife to the police,

if I were you.

It's a knife, isn't it?

A (mumbling).

Yes, favorite attack weapon in this part of the world.

Will you help me up and walk me to that bench over there?

- Why should I?

- Because Miguel says that you not only have

a sense of humor but you're kind and generous.

Thank you.

And that bottle, if you don't mind.

I had a feeling you won't be able to last till morning

to take this to Miguel.

- You're quite an actor.

- So were you while you were talking Calderon last night.

- I don't remember seeing you.

- I didn't want you to.

My job is not only to relay information

but also to stay as close as possible to you

without arousing suspicion.

Oh yes, I know I don't present a very capable picture

at the moment, well, the bundle you're carrying,

it's modern science's contribution to my love of parts.

You'd be surprised how well I can move

when I'm wearing it.

Like a couple of hours ago when I pulled your victim

from the street.

Obviously a suicide.

- Suicide?

With three bullet holes in him?

- Of course.

- Tell me, you carry a gun?

- Uh huh.

- Then why didn't you use it when

our friend paid me a visit.

- I regret that I didn't see him

until he was on your balcony.

Well, fortunately, you were better prepared than I.

But I promise to be more alert next time.

- Thank you, that's very consoling.

- Leave them alone with me.

However, I doubt if you will find more

than a few smudge fingerprints on it.

- But I'm more interested in this finding out if...

- If your visitor had a connection with Calderon.

- That's right.

- You'll hear from me.

By the way, my name is Herrera.

Now give me some more money and pat me on the shoulders.

- I sure think you're an expensive proposition,

you know that don't you?

How's that?

- Thank you, thank you, I've never seen such generosity,

bless you.

Aren't you forgetting something?

- Oh.

- Thanks, I think you'd look more peculiar with three

than I do with one.

(suspenseful music)

- Good evening.

Please get in.

Yes, you.

- Doesn't anybody sleep around here?

(fast music)

(soft sensual music)

She's kidding.

She's got to be kidding.

She's not kidding.

Sylvia, wait!

She set you up for that one and you fell for it.

Ow.

Whatever made you think she could change that fast?

Your ego, that's what.

You overacting school boy.

Knot head, cod.

(soft upbeat music)

I don't believe it.

I still don't believe it.

But there you are.

(laughing)

(soft music)

(dramatic music)

- Are you positive she used to work in the club?

- I was even talking to her the night before last.

- Was she there last night?

- I imagine so.

- Why, you did not see her?

- I didn't make it to the club.

- Why not?

- I was busy, I was out in the country,

just on the other side of the city.

- Adam, is something the matter?

There's something you're not telling me?

- No there's nothing the matter,

it's just that I'm nervous about coming here,

it's still too soon to start taking chances.

- It's not too soon for her.

- Yes, I'm sorry.

I wish I had followed my instincts last night.

- What do you mean?

- I was there.

She came home drunk.

I thought about seeing if I could help but I didn't.

- You were there?

- Yes.

- Then you are on to something.

- Not about last night, that was pure coincidence.

- Oh I'm sorry Miguel, I didn't realize you had company.

- Well what is it you wanted?

- Oh nothing, I'll talk to you later.

- Well I was not expecting another killing so soon.

- I know how you feel but give me two or three more days.

As regrettable as this is,

we still don't have anything solid to go on, Miguel.

- I know.

But I'm going back to the morgue

to look for some more clues.

Anything that we have missed, any clues.

Adam, two or three more days, that's all I can afford.

(soft music)

- Oh, oh I,

I was just coming out.

There's something I wanna say to you,

about yesterday.

- There's something I wanna say to you too.

- Oh, yes?

(sensual music)

- Good evening Mr Calderon.

Fascinating woman, isn't she?

- Yes she is, Mr Rourke.

- Just thought I'd check in since I hadn't heard from you.

Although I've got the impression you tried

to get in touch with me the other night.

- No, I've been busy the last two days.

- You make a decision yet?

- Decision?

- On that story I wanna write.

- Oh yes, the story.

No, I haven't but I'm sure it'll be alright

after we discuss the case.

- Good, I'm glad to hear it.

Maybe we can start tonight.

- Oh, not tonight.

(chattering)

- Come on.

- No Mr Rourke, you mustn't.

There can be lots of trouble.

- I'll take my chances, Elena, thank you.

- Get out of here.

I told you once before, it is not permitted.

- I was only trying to help, fellas.

- You made me tell him the last time,

now you mind your own business.

- Well if that's the way you feel about it, okay.

- I think I don't like you as much as before.

(chattering)

- Sylvia, I'm glad you told me about

the trick you pulled on Adam.

It was a silly thing to do.

But a very friendly one.

However, no matter what you feel about Adam,

I ask you not to do anything that can interfere.

Sylvia.

- Yes?

- Could it be possible that you no longer feel

the same way about Adam as when he first arrived?

- It's possible.

- I see.

In a way, I'm glad.

Adam is a fine man.

In another way, I hope you would consider your emotions

more carefully before giving them men who are

in our kind of work.

It is one reason why I never got married.

I wouldn't like the woman that I loved

to ever feel the loneliness if I were to be killed suddenly.

- That's very good advice Miguel.

It's a pity you didn't give it to me

before I realized I was in love with him.

- That's another reason why I never got married.

- What is?

- That I still don't understand women.

- No Miguel, no, it's still too soon.

- [Miguel] But it is my responsibility

to protect your life too.

- Miguel, you know as well as I do,

they'd simply claim that I was trespassing,

and legally speaking, they'd be right.

Actually they didn't hurt me that much.

If the truth were known, I'm more embarrassed

than anything else.

- I won't wait much longer, Adam.

- You won't have to.

Now I'm sure we're on the right track

but all we have right now is strong suspicions.

Unless of course you found proof

to tie Calderon in with the hotel room attack

and Teresa's murder.

Have you?

- No.

- Okay, then let's stick with the original plan.

Now what have you found out about Calderon

and the woman Serena?

- All we know here is that they arrived

about two years ago with Peruvian passports

and have taken out citizenship papers.

They had enough money to buy the club

and made it a success.

We have no idea whether they had money

or where they came from before that.

But I have sent a wire to the police at Lima

for more details.

(dark music)

(screaming)

(bongo music)

(yelling)

- That's enough, Mareno.

Get back to the bar, go on.

Go on, go on.

I see that our easy going writer also has a temper.

- Not really.

- What's the trouble?

- I'm afraid Mareno's getting a bit over zealous again.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry for the interruption.

The dance with resume in just a moment.

- Perhaps there's something you can do over there.

- Excuse me.

- I'm sorry about interrupting your dance, ma'am.

- Please accept our apologies.

It's just that Mareno is loyal and Mr Calderon

was angry with him for letting you up

to the office that first time.

Believe me, we'll be more than happy

to help you with the story.

- Oh he told you about it.

- Yes, it sounds very interesting.

- I'm glad to hear that from you.

- Is he watching us?

No, Calderon.

- No, he's talking to some men over there.

- Please.

No matter what he may have told you,

please believe nothing until I've had a chance to talk

to you privately.

Be here tomorrow night at nine.

I'll find you.

He's to be out of the club on business.

Will you do it?

- Gladly.

- And I warn you, for your sake as well as well as mine own,

please say nothing of this to him.

He's charming but he can also be strange and violent.

Will you trust me?

- Yes, I trust you.

- I need a friend very badly now.

And I don't think fate could have brought me

a better one than you.

- Thank you.

I won't let you down.

- No one must see, good night.

(sensual music)

- Sorry, but you were very imposing.

Besides, it's not nice to hit a cripple.

- Herrera, would you mind telling me how you did that?

- Oh just an old fashioned hip throw.

- Oh, well what's up?

Or did you just drop by to give me a judo lesson?

- I was coming to (mumbling).

This afternoon, the parents of a young woman named

Elena Munoz reported her missing.

They returned from a trip late last night

and found the room had been torn apart.

As in a violent fight but here was no blood.

- Elena Munoz?

- She works in the Bario club.

- Of course, that was the girl who tried

to keep me from going into Calderon room.

- Was she in the club tonight?

- I didn't see her.

- Well Miguel called me and said to tell you right away.

He also said that if the body's found,

he's going to move in on Calderon no matter where we stand.

- I don't blame him but tell him this,

I spoke to the dancer Serena tonight.

She seemed a little upset about something.

She wants to talk to me tomorrow night

after Calderon leaves the club.

Now I don't know what she's up to

but I think it's worthwhile looking into.

We can't afford to jump the gun,

we don't have enough evidence.

But I wanna give this guy enough rope to hang himself.

- Then you're convinced he's the one?

- In the meantime, have him wait for a telephone call

tomorrow night and when it comes, to move

and move fast.

- Alright and remember to be careful.

- How can I ever thank you for that advice?

Oh, did you say that was a hip throw?

- Uh huh.

(soft music)

- Oh no my friend, not this time.

Are you alright?

- I think so.

Just a little embarrassed.

- You're embarrassed?

Are you sure you're alright?

I didn't hurt you?

- No.

And it's reassuring to know

that you can take care of yourself.

- I'm great with women

but you should see me with one legged men.

- What are you doing here anyway?

I thought I told you I didn't want you getting

into any dangerous situations.

And you never know what can come flying

through that window.

- Well I'm sorry.

It's just that I was so worried about you,

I had to make sure you were alright.

- Okay, you see I'm alright.

Now get going.

- No, I had another reason for coming.

Miguel just received word from his office.

The report from the police at Limas stated

that Calderon fled the country after

he was implicated in the death of a plantation owner

from who's factory some young woman had disappeared

over a period of two years.

- What about the woman?

- Her name is Serena Brioso.

She's been known to have lived with him

for two or three years.

- Anything else?

- No that's all.

Oh yes, Miguel tried to contact Herrera right away

but he couldn't find him.

- That's probably because he was with me.

By the way, does Miguel know you're here tonight?

- Well, I didn't have a chance to tell him.

- Great, okay, out.

- Wait.

Since you're so worried about what can come

in through that door, well the only thing

that can come in now is moonlight.

- I say old man, can I interest you in a team sweater

with the number of your local mafia chapter embroidered

on the front?

No.

Well then how bout a slightly used

but official Sherlock Holmes decoding ring?

No, I guess not.

Well, happy hunting.

(chattering)

- Glad you came.

- Always interested in a good story, ma'am.

- My life is in danger and so is yours.

- [Rourke] Isn't that a bit dramatic?

- You don't know?

Calderon is a maniac and he'll kill to protect his secret.

- Look, all I wanted was a simple story.

- I know but you can still help me

and now you must help yourself too.

If you want to or not.

- What do you mean by that?

- I can't tell you any more now.

Calderon has all his men watch and report everything.

I must dance tonight in the usual way.

But his plans have been changed

and he is to be out of the club until tomorrow.

Can you meet me tonight an hour after closing?

Luisa, come here.

While you're having a drink,

one of the hostesses can make your evening more pleasant.

But don't stay too long.

That will create suspicion too.

Luisa, this is Mr Rourke.

- Good evening Mr Rourke.

- Good evening.

- Well, I can see Mr Rourke is impressed

with you already.

That should make the evening enjoyable for you both.

Please remember what I said.

- Good night.

What are you doing here?

- I told you I wanted to help.

- And I told you that if you...

- I know what you told me.

Sure, but the extra pair of eyes isn't going to hurt.

Besides, there are two of Miguel's men

who are also here watching me

so please don't worry.

- Where are there?

- They're out there and they're being

a great deal more subtle about it

than you are right now sir.

- I don't want you here after tonight.

Do you understand that?

- Yes, sir.

- Now that you're here,

you wouldn't happen to notice anything peculiar

about Calderon, did you?

- Well I only met him for a few minutes this afternoon.

He hasn't been around at all tonight.

Maybe it's just my feminine curiosity

but have you taken a look at those armbands Serena wears?

- Not really.

- I've never seen anything like it before.

Except once in a London museum when

I was studying design there.

I think they're Aztec or perhaps Inca.

And very old.

- Well she's from South America.

She could have bought them down there.

- Yes but if they're genuine,

they would have cost a great deal of money.

It might be worth looking into.

- Good idea.

- And now sir, I'll get you a drink.

Would something with rum please you?

- Yes something with rum.

- Thank you sir.

(screaming)

(eerie music)

- You see, there's nothing to fear.

Don't worry, we won't be caught.

We were stupid to leave the other bodies where

they could be found.

From now on, we will bury them here.

I will take care of the American writer tonight.

Afterward, there will be no question, no trace.

(jazzy music)

Thank you for waiting.

- My pleasure, Serena.

- May I offer you a drink?

- Let me do that.

What would you like?

- The same as you, my cautious detective.

Of course I knew.

But knowing just makes me feel more relaxed.

Safe in your presence away from the city and Calderon.

- Well here's to a very beautiful

and a very perceptive lady.

Now perhaps if you told me what was on your mind,

we could make you even more secure and relaxed

and do something about it.

- Yes but it's such a beautiful night out.

Couldn't we enjoy some of it while we talk?

I don't suppose you've ever lived with a maniac,

have you?

- No, not lately.

- You must help me and must be done quickly.

- That's why I'm here, Serena.

- I met Calderon in South America where he was

a wealthy plantation owner.

He courted me, bought me expensive presents,

he took me on weekend trips to beautiful,

romantic places.

After I'd been living with him for a few months,

I found he was married.

He said he would kill me if I ever left him.

When his wife found out about us

and threatened to divorce him, he killed her.

Oh he did it very cleverly and they never found

the body, just evidence of suicide.

After playing the role of grieving husband for awhile,

he sold the plantation and brought me here

where he forces me to dance in his club.

- And what about Maria Cortez?

- Yes, he did it.

- That wasn't very clever was it?

The way he left her body.

- He was having an affair with her

and when she told him she was going to be married,

he became some kind of fiend.

- And I suppose you know about Teresa's murder.

- Yes, I know.

- Why couldn't you have gone to the police

as easily as you came to me?

- Because they have been more stupid than you.

And that new girl at the club,

the one you obviously know very well,

wouldn't you be interested to know what could happen to her?

In all your cleverness, you forgot

to consider the possibility that

I have an immunity to the drug I put in all the bottles.

(suspenseful music)

(screaming)

- So that's how you did it?

- Not me but a loyal servant.

In the ancient culture of my people,

not my ancestors, my people, a form

of human sacrifice was made to appease the sun god.

But your historians have been inaccurate

in recording the reason why.

One was for a form of criminal punishment,

similar to the method used in your present society.

But the other, that had to do with the true meaning

of prolonged life.

And what could be more simple and affective

than life's blood taken from one woman

to sustain the beauty of another.

A combination of that blood, electrical energy

from the sun harnessed in a small container

and a powdered ground from the roots of trees

that lived to be hundreds of years old.

That is what gives continually renewed life

to those of us that were chosen as golden goddesses.

But to ensure that we would never be subject

to the damaging effects of a normal life,

short spun blood was first drained from our bodies.

And any person that dared interfere

was deemed to be a criminal.

And you have dared.

(suspenseful music)

- I'm Antonio Munoz, Elena's brother,

I want to tell the policeman in my own way

but I'm not very good at talking to people.

- You did alright, lets go.

Hey in there, open up.

Anybody home?

- What?

- Can I use your phone?

- Why?

- There's a killer loose.

A homicidal maniac with delusions of ancient history.

Now can I use your phone?

- Right in there.

- Thanks.

- Thanks huh?

He breaks in and ruins a man's sleep.

Better he should steal my blood.

(police sirens ringing)

- Break in.

You, inside.

The rest of you, around the building quickly.

- Wait a minute.

- Why?

- This way.

(police sirens ringing)

(suspenseful music)

(screaming)

(gun shooting)

- Well Adam, there are no more words

except that you'll always be welcome.

- Thank you Miguel.

- Before you leave, I have a gift for you.

- Oh.

- I wonder where he is.

Ah.

- Sorry, I'm late.

- Here he is, I hope you like him.

- Harvy?

But I thought I had him in here.

- Adam, a last piece of undercover work. (laughing)

- Since you took so much punishment

while you were here, we thought that one of you

needs to return in good shape.

- So that you would not think of us as being inhospitable.

- Oh never inhospitable but sometimes slightly cold.

- Herrera, I'll buy you a pack of cigarettes.

- But I smoke cigars.

- Today you smoke cigarettes.

- Will you be back soon?

(jazzy music)