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"BLOOD ON MY SHOES" Translated by Cratosxp 11/01/13

- Good morning. - A black coffee.

Right away!

Here you are.

Black coffee, please.

Black.

Your coffee.

Dwarf?

Shall we go?

Let's go.

I'll wait outside.

Thank you.

Dude, your flirting with women is pretty original.

Hey, is it very far?

No...

- You can play music, can't you? - First prize at the Conservatory.

Is he very sick?

He's just very crazy.

I have him locked up, but sometimes he escapes.

I'm trying to get some information, but he doesn't want to tell me anything.

He wants someone who knows about music, I don't know why?

I brought my guitar and played some country music.

But he said that wasn't music or nothing like it.

Just shit!

It doesn't matter what he says, don't be scared. He'll reveal the formula.

Where is he?

At an abandoned house.

Close to an urban area that's abandoned as well.

Problem is, the Americans and Russians are looking for him.

Is the formula so important?

I really don't know.

He's German, a wise man.

It's something about a missile, air-sea-earth.

How do you know that?

Sometimes, without knowing, he tells me something.

- Why give it to us, the ecologists? - I don't know, he didn't tell me.

Come.

Professor!

Professor!

If I catch you, Maria, I'll flay you.

Professor!

You're here... You bastard?!

Finally you dare to show your face?

- You locked me in again! - Excuse me, Professor.

If I left the door open you'd try to escape, or maybe not?

I have the need...

to watch nature.

The raging waves...

But the sea is very calm.

And don't forget that the coast is filled with agents...

from America and Russia who want take you.

And they want your formula!

They'll never have it! Bastards!

They want the missile's plans to destroy,

to tear apart, to bring terror to the world!

And who is that?

She's Eugenia.

She works with the international ecologist group.

And knows music.

Music?

What do I care?

Come on, have you already forgotten, Professor?

You asked me for an ecologist who knows music.

Ah, it's true. Forgive me my son,

but I have so many things in my head.

Are you sure... that she isn't a traitor?

No, she's trustworthy.

We'll see!

Play a chord of B flat major.

D flat!

Fa seventh!

Not bad.

Here...

It's the first part of this little test...

that I prepared for you.

You'll receive the second part later.

Oh, the music!

What a marvellous formula!

Music...

tames the wild beast.

Stimulates creative genius!

Those nights in Valencia. "Fallas",

music bands,

rockets, rockets!

And that great genius...

Gramonet. The wretch...

who invented that rocket.

He gave me the idea...

for this missile, wonder of modern science.

Hey, what are you doing?

Damn!

You locked me up again.

- Good luck. - Bye.

Who are you?

Tonight, a dancing party in our awesome club.

Olga Suarez...

That noise scared the shit out of me!

... and cotillion bags!

Give it to me.

With this serum...

we'll know all the truth.

Have you been talking with Von Klaus?

- Who is that? - The German, the old wise man.

- Ah, yes. - What did he tell you?

- He likes Valencia's Fallas. - You idiot!

He gave you his secret, we know!

He gave me a little box.

The little box!

The little box.

A music box.

"Neither this hole if it... if it pours to fit."

"Von Klaus."

Give me that, you moron!

"Nächste woche die zweite ausgabe."

- "Von Klaus." - What does it mean?

It means: Next week the second part.

Look at this.

How beautiful!

Is that all he gave you!

What did Von Klaus tell you? Speak up!

Come on, what did he tell you?

- Who is that? - The German! The old wise man.

That's all.

- You're lying! - She can't, we injected the truth serum.

Then we must wait till next week.

- What do you think about that old moron? - I think he's very nice.

What do we do with her?

We'll get rid of her.

Mom, what music!

The box is very pretty.

Professor!

Professor!

Where could he be?

Where? Where are you?

Attention! Attention!

Passengers on Flight 431 for Paris.

The flight has been delayed for 5 hours.

Attention!

Attention! Iberia announcing the cancellation of Flight 312...

from Bilbao.

We'll announce today or tomorrow, the date and time of arrival.

Passengers with a destination to Barcelona...

You have plenty of time.

Go to the bar and wait patiently.

Please, Barcelona. Phone number 2595672.

It's Flanagan's Agency? It's Paquita.

Yes, Paquita la Fina.

I'm at the airport and nobody is here.

Nobody!

Always the same crap!

Should I go to the hotel?

What? Fuck you!

No, not you. Go on.

You must know that I'm an artist, and your duty...

is to send somebody to pick me up. Bollocks, you haven't sent anybody!

Fucking Flanagan's Agency! You can't treat me like this!

What hotel? Belroy? What kind of name is this?

I should look for a better agent? Artists don't look for agents.

Flanagan's should take me to the hotel and introduce me to the cabaret's owner.

That's it.

I'll go to the hotel, but I'll stay there till someone picks me up.

Are you sure that you booked a room?

Who booked it? The same who came to pick me up?

That's great! I will be sleeping on a bench.

At the back door.

One day I'll be angry and I'll smash your head in.

OK, see you later.

Avial...

announces that the flight from Madrid has finally arrived.

Hey, you're from the detectives agency.

Sure, Miss Finner. Who else?

Who are you?

Bring the car!

Swiss Air...

apologises for the 2 minute delay to its flight from Ginebra.

Our flight departing for Zaragoza is now cancelled.

Dear passengers, you can go back to the city...

and buy a nice apartment with view of the sea.

How nice!

Hey, shall I drive you to the city?

No, thanks. I've money for a taxi.

There's a taxi strike today.

- It's 11 kilometres. - Really?

Hey?

Are you from the agency?

I'm the agency.

I'm lucky that you came, I arrived an hour ago.

My apologies, miss.

It hasn't been nice!

Forgive me. At your service.

OK, apologies accepted.

Are you really from Flanagan's?

Really, really, I've never been to Flanagan's.

I'm for all chicks, I don't care about language or colour.

Now, I'm yours.

- So you fooled me? - Never!

- And there is no taxi strike. - No.

But I'll drive you to the hotel for free.

I work for the tourist office.

My mission is to amuse the lonely tourists.

I'm neither a tourist or lonely. I came to work.

I'm an artist.

I always dreamed of meeting an artist.

Pay for a dinner and show her all the interesting corners of this zone.

For example, my room.

I'm not that easy.

You don't have money to flirt with me.

That's what I was about to tell you.

I have no money to flirt with you.

But I hope that you'll be mine.

First, drive me to the Belroy hotel in Benidorm.

- Yes, ma'am. - And then forget me.

I'm more dangerous than you think.

- You have a strong boyfriend, don't you? - I have no boyfriend!

Here we are in Benidorm.

Old medieval city famous for its Romanesque towers.

The word "Benidorm"...

comes from the Etruscan and means "Ben-i-dorm".

"Come-and-sleep."

You really don't want to try...

a friendship so instructive and exciting as mine?

No, thanks.

Now I'm sure there is a man in your life, and maybe in your room.

How conceited!

When she says no, men always think it means something else.

Your baggage, ma'am.

- Bye bye! - We'll meet soon.

I'm from the Flanagan's agency. I guess they booked me a room?

Miss "Fine".

Yes, I'm Paquita la Fina.

They must be nuts to book a room with my nickname.

There is a friend of yours waiting at the bar.

- You again! - Like I said.

Please, gentleman.

I also want a room.

With a view of her room.

- It's her? - Sure, It's Finer.

- Black coffee, please. - Yes, ma'am.

Look at this!

- Your coffee. - Thank you.

No, thanks. I've one already.

What a pain!

- Do we go? - Do we go?!

Go and fuck yourself!

Your trick has failed this time, pal.

- Where is my baggage? - In your room.

- Can you give me the key, please? - Yes, ma'am.

- Here. - It's a nice room?

Of course, it's the room of the dead.

Of the dead?

We received that order.

Damn agency!

What are you doing here?

I was curious to see your clothes.

How dare you!

You are right.

How dare I go into a strange room snooping in the suitcases of others.

- And especially... - No, I know. I'm really embarrassed.

You should contact management immediately.

OK, don't worry.

Were you the one supposed to pick me up at the airport?

No, I don't... Oh, yes, sure!

I didn't find you.

Because I wasn't there.

The agency's orders...

are worthless to you!

You know about the agency?

For God's sake! Sure I know about the agency, they sent me here.

- I guessed so. - What the...?

What a mess! You imagined, huh? Didn't they tell you?

I'm not really sure.

Yes, they told me.

But I never thought that someone would have the guts to replace poor Eugenia.

- Poor Eugenia? - Poor girl!

Who is this poor Eugenia?

This guitar was hers.

But, what happened to Eugenia?

And also, who is this Eugenia?

You don't know?

- Didn't they say anything at the agency? - No, what's wrong with her?

No, nothing is wrong with her. She's just a poor girl, timorous,

- ... and sleepy. - Ah, I got it now.

- A girl like that in our environment... - Ends badly.

She also forgot the guitar.

Now that we're speaking about guitars...

You do know music, don't you?

And do you care? I just need to show a little bit here and a little bit here.

Is that what they said at the agency?

Sure. They usually don't say much but I should be ready for anything.

Sure, that's true. But it's essential to know music, they can ask you to do a test.

Well, I can play a little guitar and piano.

- And music theory? - Music theory?

Let's begin.

I hope it helps.

Well...

in that case, I won't distract you any longer.

I'm going to fix this mess, and prepare myself a nice bath.

- I'll wait out the front of the bar? - Which bar?

- Flamingo's, it's nearby. - Don't disappear again!

You have to come with me, they said so at the agency.

- Can I take the guitar? - Yes.

Hey!

- What's your name? - Shh...

Your name is... Shh...!

It's Mariano, but... Shh...

- Hi. - You're late.

I had to dress up a little.

- And the scores? - What scores?

Ah, you play without scores!

Come on, you know that my knowledge of music theory is poor.

And agree to give concerts?

Who, me? Concerts?

Come.

- And that other thing. - What?

- The old man. - What old man?

The German!

Did you prepare an old man without consulting me?

It's the German wise man.

I don't care if he's wise! What If I don't like him?

Hey, don't pretend! You know very well what I'm talking about.

No idea.

We'll talk later. Let's go inside.

Come on.

Also, don't worry...

You'll see they'll love my show very much.

Hey!

This cabaret looks very nice.

Sure!

It's the club for all the retired Belgians in Benidorm.

Oh, my God!

It's awesome!

It's the most beautiful cabaret I've ever seen!

And I thought the "Paralelo" cabaret would be the best.

You will never imagine what I can do!

Memories of my little man.

He was the handsomest.

Cocoa party, cocoa party.

You look like a tomato.

Cocoa party, cocoa party.

I don't know this song very well.

Ah, no?

I don't think this is exactly what they want see here.

In that case, what the fuck am I doing here?

Normal, a little song, a few verses of Strauss.

A piece of Chopin. A march from Bavaria.

- Why? - Because it's for an older generation.

Very old?

We'd better let the director explain this. Come on.

No, no no, not in a million years. I don't do that.

I'm an artist who has performed...

Hi, is Miss Lina here?

Yes.

We have an appointment with her.

She's there with the Italian.

Thank you.

Can I come in?

Enter.

Here she is, Miss Paquita.

- What is your artistic name? - Paquita la Fina.

Inadequate, but we'll find another.

I have my own prestige, in Paralelo cabaret my name...

But if it has to be changed... we'll change it.

Miss, this is a high class show.

Don't flirt with customers. Don't mingle with people.

The agency told me...

not to flirt or mingle with customers.

You know what kind of show our clients like?

I'm afraid so.

What?

Don't you like waltzes? Short sonatas?

I...

I love it, and mostly the short sonatas.

I'm pleased to hear that.

I wouldn't like that your music... your songs...

detract from our club's familiar tone.

Don't worry, it'll be a marvellous opportunity for me.

It's difficult to play short sonatas nowadays.

She loves Schumann.

Why do you say that now? Besides, I don't remember it.

Schumann, Schumann, Schumann?

Ah, Schumann. Yes.

I was Schumann's lover.

How?

Now don't you like to play your piano pieces?

Well, yes. I really...

love to...

I want discreet clothing,

nothing too short or bright colours.

That is what I like!

This is all I've got I promise you.

Perfect! You'll start tomorrow night.

Do you know the terms?

More or less.

It's 25,000 pesetas daily,

and the "D" day...

800,000!

Is it a special party?

Why don't you take a look at this place,

- play the piano and practice. - I wanted, I would like...

I'll come in a moment. It's alright.

Hey, I want to...

She's completely idiotic.

But don't worry, I have everything under control.

I hope so, or forget about our agreement.

Have you ever been to Benidorm?

No, but I love all these coastal towns, and it's such luxury.

What do they speak? I can't understand what they're saying!

They speak Dutch, Swedish, German...

They are very clever.

- What do you do for a living? - Not much.

Wow, don't tell me you're rich?

Well, now we're alone.

You know very well what I do.

I can imagine.

But I don't think that this tacky beard...

If you don't like the beard, I'll shave it.

Don't be stupid.

I had a boyfriend with a beard and I loved the way it itched.

We can verify that if you want.

We don't even know each other.

Besides, this isn't the way.

I'm used to getting flowers, that they invite me to dinner,

that I get oysters, champagne...

No, thanks. I don't have bad habits.

What is your favourite brand?

Well, I don't know.

I didn't know...

- ... that oysters have a brand! - No, champagne brand.

They have very odd names.

There is Don... Don Pellet.

The one with the stone.

And the one playing a very rare flute. This is my favourite!

I like it, very, very sweet.

Yes, of course.

How about if I invite you to dinner?

As long as you have no commitments to your friend.

- Mariano? - Yes.

No, I won't see him till tomorrow at the club.

So we have a date.

We'll go to the best restaurant in town.

I mean, this little village on the coast.

I'll wear something that was made for me by the couturier of Barcelona.

Jordi "Blackfly", he has golden hands.

Boris!

Damn you!

Thanks for dinner, it was delicious.

Don't you think that a nice dinner deserves a nice moment of intimacy?

- No... - And passionate love?

- Bad. - And something more beastly?

Sex against the wall?

Very bad.

Maybe another day. Life is long and full of surprises.

Furthermore, we don't know each other.

It's OK.

- Good night. - Ciao!

Again?

Damn Mariano.

Open up, my dear. It's Paolo Moroni.

- Paolo? - Yes, the club's owner.

Mr. Paolo!

Nice to see you.

Come in. Come in, please.

Excuse me for this late visit but I was very impressed with your rehearsal.

You were spying on me, eh?

Not exactly.

The important thing is your performance gave me the key.

- The key? - The key.

Alright, Mr. Balbin.

And what is the key?

That you aren't the person you say you are.

I'm Paquita, I swear it on my mother.

Alright Paquita, mask off!

You must keep this between you and I.

If Lina discovers that I came to see you, I will have a problem.

Tell me, Paquita...

How much?

You're shocking me quite a bit.

I would never have thought you took an interest in me.

Why?

You think I'm proud and conceited, right?

You appear to be a bit sissy.

- And does it matter? - Well, it matters to me.

I also like to have fun.

I'm willing to give you 100,000.

100,000?

Dollars, of course.

Are you nuts?

Alright...

150,000!

I have a high opinion of myself, I know I'm hot.

But my conscience won't allow that you do this kind of spending.

Sometimes I get paid 50,000 pesetas...

and a bouquet of flowers.

- You are a cynic! - And you're the son of a demon!

How dare you push me around!

My dear, it's Lina.

Damn it! My wife!

What's wrong? We haven't begun yet.

That doesn't matter, where can I hide?

Hide? Where? Where? Where? The bathroom, in the shower!

- Can you open the door, darling? - Yes, just a moment.

I'm coming!

Excuse me for the visit at this late hour. But...

your performance impressed me a lot.

Ah... For you as well?

I bet it also gave you the key.

Mask off!

Who are you? Who are you?

- Paquita. - Paquita!

I can disfigure your face with acid and throw you to the alligators.

To the alligators?

I have an alligator in my swimming pool. I'm not joking, all or nothing!

You will save your life if you agree.

And you will get 25,000.

- 25,000? - Yes.

Somebody else offered me 150,000.

Who?

A friend.

- How are they paying? - Don't know, we haven't spoken yet.

I'll pay cash, not in instalments.

But if you refuse...

- You'll throw me to the alligators. - You said it.

What do I have that I've made all this fuss?

Must be the air of Benidorm.

Listen, you're cynical!

It's me, Carlos. Open, please.

- Don't open the door! - I can't, I'm naked!

Much better, open immediately!

No!

I'm busy!

Open up or I'll smash the door.

Where can I hide?

Behind the curtain.

Come on, hurry!

I'm coming. I'm coming!

Are you OK?

Yes, why?

I heard odd voices.

It was the radio.

- What radio? - Oh, that's true.

There is no radio.

- Are you really OK? Anything wrong? - No, I'm really fine.

I would like to talk with you,

- ... intimately. - But...

I think this isn't the most appropriate moment.

Why don't you take me somewhere for a drink?

Of course.

Turn around and don't look.

- I'll get dressed. - Alright.

What's wrong?

Nothing. I just said "Ah"...

because the dress I wanted to wear is at the dry cleaners.

I'll wear trousers.

What is it? The pants are also at the dry cleaners, right?

Yes, everything's at the dry cleaners.

Would it bother you if I go dressed like this?

Not me, but...

Everybody will think that you flirt with a Chinese girl.

I hate open doors.

These mosquitoes!

- Are you really OK? - Yes!

I'm alright.

If you knew what was going on!

What is happening to me...

If you knew, if you knew...

what is happening to me.

Calm down.

If I could tell you.

I love you!

My sweetheart.

Well...

Tell me your sorrows.

Look in the wardrobe.

- The wardrobe. - Yes.

No, no! The other door.

- This one, right? - Yes.

- Who is this guy? - Mariano.

- Your lover, right? - No, no. He isn't.

I met him here. He was working for the agency.

The agency.

You got rid of him?

Why? I... I...

I'm a good girl.

You'll see now!

What are you doing?

The usual in these cases, I'll call the police.

The police?

How will you justify this corpse?

I don't know. I didn't put him there.

Let's clarify one thing.

You work for the agency.

Sure I do. For three years.

Then...

Masks off!

Why does everybody say the same thing?

You have to get rid of this body.

But I've done that.

You should be used to this. Change your clothes!

Where are you going? Don't leave me alone!

He can't harm you.

We'll implement the plan J3.

- What? - Moebius!

Moebius.

Don't panic, it's me.

I made it, the night porter gave it to me.

What'd you say?

That our child has mumps, and we've to take him to hospital.

Open the cradle.

Come on, help me.

The blanket.

- Cover it well. - Yes.

Poor guy!

We are nobody, especially him.

Take care with his head.

How crafty men are!

- The door. - Oh, yes.

Poor baby, you're going to harm it.

- No, it's very strong. - Yes, nothing can harm it.

It's like a bull.

Fine, now it's crying.

(...) mom!

See you!

They have no shame, can't take care of their children.

- Poor Mariano! - Who cares, he's dead.

Do I go with you?

No, go back to the room.

The same way, and make sure that the hotel's concierges don't see you.

Why?

For God's sake!

Listen.

Officially, you are in your room.

Ah, yes?

And you didn't find any corpse in your room.

No?

If you're in your room, you haven't gone out.

And if you haven't gone out, you can't come back. Understand?

No, my love. Don't worry, I'll do what you say.

Ciao! And bury him well!

My name is Francisca Timotea del Pi.

I was born in Barcelona and live in a scurfy family.

Within 8 years I started working with a child group in Badalona.

"The children of Sacromonte."

Then, I worked in show business. Improving, of course.

Till I became a...

showgirl who mingled with customers at the "Paralelo".

Showgirl!

The agency Flanagan and Ripollet represents me.

Flanagan doesn't exist.

And Ripollet is the wretch who sent me here.

And that golden mask you wore?

I found it at the airport.

Are you serious?

I always speak seriously.

And you've never worked for the secret service?

No, I wish I had.

- You're working now. - Don't shit on me!

Unwittingly and under strange circumstances, you have become...

a spy for the agency's service.

- Like me. - Which agency?

CIA.

The one from TV? The American's agency?

Yes, that one.

- It must pay well, right? - No...

Only in films.

And what do I have to do with all this?

They've mistaken you with someone who'll receive a message from an old German.

That...

wouldn't be strange.

I drive them mad.

I didn't mean that.

This old man is going to reveal his secret.

A nuclear missile.

And he will tell it to me? Me... precisely?

I guess so.

Why?

I don't know.

This man found a trick so that his formula won't be used for war.

Just for ecologists.

- But you aren't. - Of course not.

But the CIA wants to seize the formula.

That's all a big mess. I'm going to get my baggage and I'll leave.

- You can't leave. - Why?

Have you forgotten the body in your wardrobe?

- I'll inform the police. - You're a bastard!

Plus, I need you.

What for?

- You'll get the formula and give it to me. - Ah, no. No way.

And I'll give you 100,000.

I understand now the offers they gave me yesterday.

It was for the formula.

I thought they wanted to pay me to have sex.

And the poor Mariano?

His real name was Boris and he was a double agent.

- The agency from the East discovered him. - Where'd you bury him?

I didn't bury him.

I left him in his urban hideout.

Now, everybody!

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Merci. Danke.

Everybody go to bed.

We'll have Donkey Safari tomorrow and we must get up early.

Come on!

Come here. Sit down, please.

I received a letter from the German. He wants to give me something.

I have to go immediately.

Where?

To the club "Bravisimo", on the outskirts.

It's alright.

I'll wait here.

If you aren't back in 30 minutes, I'll come for you with the police.

OK.

One more drink.

- Are you sure it's here? - This is the club Bravisimo, miss

- Would you mind waiting a moment? - No, miss. I'll wait here.

Thank you.

Bastard!

Anyone here?

Anyone here?

Where are you going? This is private.

Private? Sure, alright, easy.

Don't be angry. Just stay there.

Ciao.

What?

Nothing, I was just curious.

See you later.

Hello, hottie!

Why are you wasting your time with this wimp?

Take that back or I'll smash your face!

Clear off, you weak dwarf!

Tonight, baby...

Have enough or do you want more?

Help! Help, police!

Police! Help! Help!

Ramon!

Thanks.

Thanks? Do it again and you're dead!

Police, follow me.

That's him! Here! Here!

- What happened? - Nothing, just a clumsy oaf.

Nothing? I provoked a terrible fuss!

As usual, a tourist.

- I forgive you. - Who do you think you are to forgive me?

I demand that you arrest me, I know my rights!

- Let's go. - No, wait.

Wait a moment, please.

Please.

Enough is enough! Come with me.

- Finally! - We'll talk at the station.

We'll talk at the station...

Weak? Come closer, baby.

What is the meaning of those two boxes?

I don't know.

Speak up, you stupid!

What can I tell you?

What music is this?

I seems to be...

Two waltzes of those you like.

What does Von Klaus want to say with this music?

I don't know, who's Von Klaus,

and much less what he means.

I know the worst tortures from the East.

What do you know about Chinese cruelty?

I only know rice with three delights.

You cynic!

"Das ist der zweite teil..."

"Das ist der zweite teil."

"Sie muessen beide zusammen machen."

This is the second part.

You must put both together.

Both together? Which ones?

Maybe both songs together, I guess.

So, very close.

Moron! She means the musical notes, one of each.

Moron! She means the musical notes, one of each.

Yes...

"Mi", "B-flat", "Do", "C sharp"...

What nonsense is this?

The singing scales.

Come on!

Damn, the police!

Here, a souvenir!

There!

Poor girl!

Hurry, stupid!

Come on! Escape!

Freeze!

Freeze!

Easy,

Easy. It's over.

Try to play the first melody.

That's all.

There isn't more.

Now play the second one.

That's it.

There isn't more.

Now together,

how the notes are, one musical note of each.

Here we go.

That's all.

And what is it?

Don't know?

It could be Country music or Chinese music.

It sounds Arabic.

Why not, that's a good idea.

- Yes, sure. It's Arabic music. - Yes.

Arab popular music. Keep, keep playing.

We must find that music even if we have go to the end of the world.

What do I do with the girl?

I've an idea.

What do you think about this view of Caracas?

- Caracas? - Caracas or Acapulco...

or San Francisco...

Maybe, Santa Sagasta. But nobody would say that we're in Spain.

Therefore, when I'm bored...

I come here and say to myself...

"The agent X-27, watched the sunset...

on that terrace overlooking the bay of San Francisco."

- You're really nuts. - Fortunately.

Because that permits me to go down to Benidorm...

and visit the same pub as always,

filled with the Dutch.

And with a cigarette in my lips, feeling like Bogart on his toughest mission.

Watching...

with a drooping eyelid that Belgian woman as if she were Lauren Bacall.

You never look at me like that!

Of course not, you aren't an old Belgian woman.

It's funny, when I was watching spy movies, I thought...

What an exciting life!

Dressed in a lamaco suit,

moving my ass in the best casinos and flirting with Belmondo.

And now that I'm stuck in this mess...

I don't feel like my life changed.

Except occasionally I get very scared.

It's always the same.

The outstanding spies are the ones in the movies.

The sad reality is that I'm a medium value spy.

I only do small deals, more or less secret.

That's not true.

I must admit that you've surprised me on more than one occasion.

For example, when you came to save me from Lina and the Italian.

How could you know that I was there?

That's it!

How...?

Only if you were in with them.

Only if you were another ass-hole who wants to get rid of me.

I want to confess something to you.

One hour ago, I got the order to kill you.

Sure, that's the reason that you brought me here.

A lonely place. So high...

that somebody can break his soul if he falls down.

Don't throw me down! Don't throw me down!

Are you still thinking that your life hasn't changed since you became a spy?

Yes, for the worse.

Just fair.

For the good.

Hi.

- You fixed the problem with the girl? - Yes. Pay me.

Don't trust me?

No.

I have your money.

Calm down.

Is it there?

Wait.

Start it.

Money!

Here.

Thank you.

Listen, the ship that brought Von Klaus from Odessa...

made a port of call in Oran.

He remained there for 2 days.

Von Klaus took the opportunity to stay on land.

I know he met Lared.

A composer, friend of his.

Do you think it's possible that he hid the formula there?

I suspected it.

But when I listened to the music...

I was convinced.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I want you to continue till the end.

And, If I don't?

What would happen?

You can't tell anyone...

anything about our work.

Look.

Oh, up there.

Money!

We're almost there.

What's wrong?

I have the musician's address. It's nearby, but we have to continue on foot.

Won't it be dangerous?

Foreign countries scare me.

Alms! Alms, by Allah!

- Alms!... Allah, give you health! - Here.

Shut up, you annoying dog!

You know where Mr Lared lives?

Big house, white.

It's that one.

Are you Abdulah Lared?

It's my poet and musician name.

What happened to you?

They...

The foreign man and woman...

have escaped... No, don't move me!

You're...

also looking for...

the place that tells my song?

I won't tell you!

No...

Please...

We're fighting so the secret doesn't fall into the hands

of people like the ones who have hurt you.

I...

didn't...

Didn't want...

to tell them.

They... tortured me.

You don't realise that many people will end up like you...

if Von Klaus' formula falls in to their hands.

Von Klaus...

was my friend.

Is he your...

friend as well?

Yes, he commanded us to come.

That...

song...

That...

words refer to...

To...

a cursed...

place.

There...

There lived...

the French governor.

Then,

during the war, legionnaires...

became strong there.

All died, everyone.

What do you call that place?

Where is it?

It's called Alcazar Albes.

Everybody...

knows it.

Although no one dares...

to go there.

It's the music.

And it has the song's words.

"At the shore of the sacred sea."

"In a savage corner."

"Where the river flows besmirched by the mobs without honour."

"Stands the old mansion."

"The gloomy entrance,

is the rusty gate open to the past."

"The crazy wind vane hit by the wind."

Look, there it is!

- "While the sea breaks against the cape." - There is the cape! It's here!

"The infidels built their temple, but the soul dwells above."

Carlos!

- Carlos! - Yes.

Must be a ladder somewhere.

I guess so.

It's a pretty sinister place.

Don't be scared now. Come.

I don't see any ladder. Let's go!

We must keep searching.

The song says upstairs and we'll go upstairs!

It's Von Klaus, he's alive!

Morons!

Did you really think that I would give you the formula?

He's completely insane!

I, Albert Von Klaus,

am a genius!

And no one can deceive me.

You hit Mariano to escape.

Sure I did.

And I came back to recover my formula.

I was about...

to believe the lie...

you were ecologists.

You're all traitors!

You are all henchmen of the Warsaw Pact or the CIA!

- I'm not from the CIA or anything. - We only work for peace.

Lies! Mariano is a double agent and you too!

We want to give it to the United States.

To Ronald Reagan, the movie star?

I prefer death first!

But it would be a deterrent weapon against the East.

- There won't be more wars. - If you say one more word...

defending the inventors of Coca Cola...!

You'll be a dead man!

I do like Coca Cola!

So goes the world!

You won't leave alive...!

You can't hurt me.

My genius is immortal.

Go...

and fuck yourself!

You will now never have the formula.

- And the formula? - How should I know?

I don't want the formula for anything.

Poor man!

Look how still he's now. Don't you feel bad?

Don't say nonsense!

We must find it.

- Here it is! - He wasn't unpleasant.

"Formula of the missile air, earth, sea by Albert Von Klaus."

Let's see.

What is this?

We'll go to the United States.

And deliver the formula.

- And we'll get paid? - I hope so.

Look!

That plane gives me a bad feeling.

It's a plane like any other.

I don't know.

And if they come for us?

Who?

I don't trust it!

Hurry up!

Hurry!

Come on!

It's coming back.

Hurry, hurry!

Do something, do something!

- Do something! - Shut up!

Come on!

You jerk!

Stop yelling and take the wheel!

It's falling!

Start the car!

We have to lose it.

Oh, Virgin of Montserrat,

I don't want to die!

Drop the big ones.

Throw it! Throw it! Throw it!!

What is it?

It's not responding!

TRANSLATION: Cratosxp

TIMINGS: meatisgood

REVISION: suckmysound & Eloise Storm