All language subtitles for Two Undercover Angels 1969 ALTERNATIVE CUT BDRIP X264-WATCHA

[slow piano music]

[loud applause]

-It's over, girls.

-Lida, please.
Madame Demi wants to talk to you.

-Run. Don't keep Dracula waiting.

-Come in.

-Good evening.

-Good evening, dear.

I have to ask you for a favor, Lida.

-I'm at your service.

- Know your relationship
with Mr. Radeck is over.

-If it's about that, I'm sorry --

-Let me finish, please.

I don't know the reason why,
nor is that any of my business.

I saw Mr. Radeck a few hours ago.
He is devastated.

He wants to give you an explanation.

- Don't want to see him anymore.

-Lida, I've never asked you
for any favors.

You have been in this house for more than
two years, so I think you can't complain.

- Know, Madame Demi, but --

-Mr. Radeck is
one of our customers,

but there's something else you don't know.

He has helped me many times and I owe him
many favors. You can't do this.

I am only asking you to
talk to him, that's all.

-When?

-He'll be back in a few minutes.

Promise me you'll wait for him.

-All right.

1am only doing it for you.

-Thank you.

I'd rather leave you two alone.

Don't be so hard on him.

Do it for me.

Besides,

I assure you that he truly loves you.

Goodbye, Lida.

Kitty,

are you still there?

Kitty,

where are you?

Kitty?

[screaming]

[iazzy big band music]

-Between bodies, communication

and co-expression are essential for men.

[sultry saxophone music]

-Good morning, Inspector.
Hi, Dom.

-Inspector Tanner?
-Yes.

-You see, sir,
it's a very strange robbery.

They only took one painting,
but they have left a stain.

-What stain?

It looks like a woman's lips.

-It's that idiot again.
-Who?

-You are a foreigner, right?
-English. Interpol Agent McClune.

-What do you think about all this?

- Have a theory, sir.
I think this is a

lipstick stain.

Logically, the thief is a woman.

- Guess you haven't been here for long.

No, sir.
-When did you arrive?

-Yesterday.

-Now I understand everything.

Any American agent

that has been active for more
than two days knows that stupid stain.

We call her Red Lips.
She is a stupid creature

who plays private detective
and cat burglar.

She's something between Arséne Lupin
and Sherlock Holmes.

She has helped us find
very dangerous criminals

on some occasions.

-She's not stupid
and we should be grateful to her.

-We are not.
She always makes fun of us.

A month ago,
she sent a cabinet to my office.

Paul Vogel was handcuffed inside.
He's a jewel dealer.

In his pocket was
the evidence that accused him,

a carefully prepared report.

On Vogel's chest,
there was a pink bow

wrapped around
a letter from that woman.

"There you have Paul Vogel.

It was very easy to catch him
red-handed.

He was crossing the border
with the stolen emerald necklace

in Tehran.

I'm sorry
I haven't sent you the emeralds,

but they will suit me
much better than you."

-[laughs]

-That's Red Lips.

But this time, I'll hunt her down,

give her a medal, and put her in jail

for a while.

The jewel dealer gave me
a complete description

of that scoundrel.

-This time, we have a good witness.

The night watchman not only saw her,
but fought with her.

-Look for that man
and take him to my office immediately.

Who the hell are you?
-I'm Atreso, Don Marcelo.

Yes, little one.

Yes, Molina.

Yes, love.

Yes.

Is your name Napoleon Bolivar?

-Yes, but I assure you,
I am very modest.

It's not my fault that
they gave me that name.

- Only need you to
tell me if the description

I have of this criminal is correct.

Is she a tall, thick woman?

-No, skinny.

-Blonde?
-No, brunette.

-Black eyes?
-No, they are green.

-Does she have big --?
-No.

Hey, buddy, you're all wrong.

-Are you sure of what you're saying?

-Very sure.

She was very tall and very thin.

She did an arm lock.
She caught me off guard.

She made me flip in the air
and knocked me out.

-Anything else?

-No, that's all.

I mean, yes.

1 forgot something important.
Excuse my language.

The woman was hot,

mind you.

[bright orchestral music]

-Hello?

It's An car a.

Tell him I'm not here.

An car a.

Please bring the camera a little closer,
SO You can see me.

-I'm doing a close-up.

-Thank you.

[peppy marching band music]

-Give it to me.

Listen,

I want to speak to Mr. Radeck.

I don't care if you are his secretary,

I want to talk to him.

I am his mother.

Mr. Radeck,

this is Red Lips, the great detective.

Would you be interested in some information
about your mistress, Lida Regnier?

You may find her dead or alive, but she's
going to cost you a lot of money.

He wants to see me.
He will be on Sunday at [7].

At the El Balneario hotel, right?

Yes, yes, I've heard of it.

It's an old building with many statues
and very long corridors, yes.

On Sunday, go to bed before midnight.

I will contact you, yes.

Don't forget your checkbook.

Bye, bye.

-Let's see, Miss Intuition,
give me your report.

-He is an old and dangerous man.

He seems genuinely interested.

In short, $150,000.

Can I go back to sleep?

I was dreaming that I was
with Paul in his house.

-What Paul?

-Paul Newman, woman.

-You talk about him
as if you two were close.

-Oh, yes, we're very close.

In my dreams, of course.

-Good morning, sir.

-Who told you to notify the police?

-Nobody told me to do it, sir,
but since they robbed me, I did it

by myself.

-You talk too much.

You're too chatty.

These two things aren't that serious,

but you know too much about me.

-No, Mr.
Thriller.

I assure you,
I won't say anything.

I won't say anything.

[suspenseful music]

-Good evening, Mr. Radeck.

This is Red Lips,
I'm here for the meeting.

Is that her?

-Who painted her like this?

It is awful.
-You didn't know this painting existed?

- I had never seen it before.

-Maybe she posed for him
without telling you anything,

or before you met her.

-It can't be.
I'm sure it was after

Lida disappeared.

She started painting that false
mole on her face a few days before that.

I didn't like it.

I told her she looked vulgar.

-I'm right on track.
Do you want me to move on?

-Yes, go on.

Do you know who painted that picture?

I'll find out. I'll find this person,
but it will cost you a lot of money.

-How much?

-$50,000.

Give me $25,000 now
so I can cover the first expenses,

and another 25 when I find
Lida Regnier, dead or alive.

-Okay.

I'm willing to pay
that amount to find out

what happened.

I really loved Lida
and I couldn't forget about her.

I want to know what has happened,
even if it's the worst scenario.

-Okay, Mr. Radeck.
You will hear from me soon.

Now, please, stay in the dark

until I'm out.

Sing something out loud
50 that I know you are there.

-What should I sing?

As a child, I'd sing this song,
but I'd always mess up the months.

Let's see...January 1,

February 2.
August 4.

March 6.
See?

July 7.
August 8.

November 3.
April 4.

March 7.
July 4.

August 7.

-Is something wrong, Mr. Ha deck?

-No, you fool. Why?

- Thought I heard you sing.

-Of course. I was singing
a lovely folk song.

-Were you singing?

-Is that strange?
-No, sir.

That's a great idea. Everyone
should sing before going to sleep.

Goodnight, sir.
-Goodnight.

-If you want to lose weight, hold on.

Eight women have
been missing after going

through identical circumstances
in the last two years.

-We can't say every woman
in the world was kidnapped

by the same person.

Sometimes, their boyfriends take them,
of some are

victims of human trafficking.

-Sometimes, you sound dumb.
-Yes, only sometimes.

-Because you are.

- Don't give a damn.
I like the way I am and men do, too.

-You're the only one who thinks that.

Well, the point is that these
disappearances have very

strange similarities

and the same signs of violence.

-All men are a bit rough.

Yes, but this man has very thin,

pointy nails.

The expert's report always matches.

April 23, 1965. Lo Pagan,
The Caribbean Islands.

In the mulatta's bungalow,
you can see signs of struggle.

On various pieces of furniture,
you'll find deep, parallel incisions

made by sharp, strong nails,

or better still, claws.

Camila Dirse, Go-Go Girl
in Amsterdam, July 17, 66.

She was at home.
She had a bad reputation.

She was dating a man in his '40s,
she disappeared.

The same signs of violence.

On the wall,
the paint had been lifted

by four sharp and thin
strokes, with something

that looked like claws.

All cases are similar.

These women usually live simple lives.

They are always going out
with a distinguished-looking man

who's about 40 years old.

They completely disappear
and their bodies are never found.

-Let's say that's the case, so what?

-We are facing a homicidal madman.

A real Jack the Ripper.

-Yes, a loony that takes
frivolous, pretty girls.

Aliza, the next victim could be me.

[laughs]

-To whom do I owe
this effusive welcome?

-What do you want?

- I come on behalf of Monsieur Lemoine,
the owner of this house.

I want to rent another villa from you, and
he told me to see this one's furniture.

The roof is beautiful

and so are you,

but I'm afraid
you aren't part of the furniture.

-How did you get in here?

-Through a door.
It wasn't closed.

I didn't know
there was someone in the chalet.

-That was you.

You are so lazy you don't even
have the energy to close the door.

-What if you let me go and we keep
talking while we're sitting down

on a little chair,
like everyone else, huh?

Okay.

My name is Vittorio Freda.

Interesting.

You have a beautiful house.

Did you build it?

- I did the foundations
and she did the rest.

Now that you have seen it all, goodbye.

- I would like to see the bedrooms.

-You're not the only one.
-We are being very serious.

Can't you tell?
- I think so.

I'm so thirsty.

Won't you offer me something to drink?

- Only have cyanide in the fridge
and I don't know if he deserves it yet.

- I don't think so.

-You can exit through the door.
We are very busy.

Out. Goodbye.

-Okay, okay.
-Off you go.

- I know how to take a hint.

I hope we meet again.
-Right.

-Bye.
-Goodbye.

-Goodbye.

Oh, I don't like this guy at all.

- I do.

-You like everyone,
but work comes first.

- I don't like that.
-Make money and more money.

Soles and Rolls-Royce,
Florida and diamonds.

-What do I have to do?

-Put on suit number 3A
and go to the art gallery.

-Very well.

Okay.

Ah, I like this exhibition.

Fabulous.

It is truly wonderful.

I like this a lot, I'll take it.

I'm taking this one, too.

Are you the painter?
-No.

He should be around here.

-Oh, thanks.

It is so nice.

Everything is so nice.

How pretty. You have great taste.

This model is gorgeous, right?

This picture.

How colorful!

Are you the painter?
-No, sorry.

-What a nice place.

And you?
-No, miss.

-Where is the painter?

Do you work here?

-Yes, ma'am.
-Tell the painter to come out.

Id like to buy several things.

I will pay them right now.

Look.
laughter]

-Thiller is not here, ma'am.

-Why not?

He should be running his business, right?

laughter]

-Please, follow me.

This woman wants to talk to you.

-Good evening, ma'am.

Come in.
-You are the mastermind, right?

Dear maestro.

-I'm just the director of the gallery,
but if you want, we can talk.

Sit down, please.

-My name is Anastasia dos Santos.

I am Countess of Aconcagua
and Marchioness of Cumbre Sandina.

I have a lot of money
and I want to purchase the wonderful works

of this great man.

I will charter a ship
to take everything to Buenos Aires,

my homeland.

The sculptures will remain intact.
I'll wrap them around with cotton.

-I'm sorry to contradict you, ma'am,
but let me tell you

that no matter how interested I am --
-Take that look out of your face.

I have already told you that I will pay
anything on one condition.

You have to introduce me
to this wonderful artist

that is capable of imagining
such beautiful and tasteful things.

-No, that is impossible, Miss Duchess.
- I understand that this artist is sublime.

What is his name?

Something like Santa Claus.

-Yes, Klaus.

Klaus Thiller.
-As I said.

[laughs]

-You're so smart.

-Well, I understand
he wouldn't sell them to

any fat and uneducated client,

but I know
he'd like to get to know me.

-Of course.
Everyone would love to meet you,

but I can't introduce him
because I don't know him.

I have never seen him.

-And you want me to believe that?

-Please, Duchess, believe me.

I talk to Mr. Thiller

through his lawyer, Bathier, from Paris.

I have never seen him,
but the worst thing is,

I am not authorized to sell
any of Mr. Thiller's pieces.

Maybe I could consult his lawyer.
He could make an exception so

you can buy one or two of his pieces.

-Dear Sir -
-Carimbuli.

Albert Carimbuli.
-Dear Albert.

Why don't we discuss this calmly?

More intimately?

-I am at your service, ma'am,

beautiful princess.

-Do you want to come to my house tonight?

I have some great records.

We'll have a few drinks on the terrace,
lulled by the violins of Mantovani.

-It seems like a dream to me,
Miss Baroness.

Of course, I would be delighted.

-What are you reading?

-It's nothing.

The narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym.

It was written by the person who
did the Boris Karloff movies.

-What is it about?

-Like the title says, it's about
the adventures of Arthur Gordon Pym.

I don't like books
that explain it all in the title.

The Man Who Lost His Shadow.

I already know what it's about.

The Revolt of the Masses.

The masses revolt.

Instead, I read books like

Paralelo 22,

or La Esfinge Ma rag at a,

because I get to find out who

Ma rag at a is.

-Well, we have to hurry,
because your guest will arrive soon.

-You're getting me in trouble,

but I warn you, it things get rough, I'll
knock him senseless and send him to bed.

-You have to put up with
the small details.

-You call that small?

Why do I always have to be the one
who puts up with it?

No, no, and no.

It's too much.

-What about getting into
Sinatra's Cabaret in Las Vegas,

wearing a dress

with a low neckline,

covered in pearls

and a ruby right here?

When Sinatra sees you, he'll sing
"Stranger in the Night,"

and then Paul Newman will arrive
and they'll fight over you.

-Do you think I'll get
all that putting up with that asshole?

-Yes, yes, and yes.

Fighting the bull

-I'll put a microphone

here and another one there.

Try to stay close to them, all right?

-And if he moves away?

-You follow him.

[doorbell rings]

-Quickly, hide. He's here.

-Okay.
Good luck.

-Dear Countess, I'm at your feet.

A small gift for you.

-Those are beautiful flowers.
What a nice umbrella and little hat.

I'm sorry I'm taking
you through the back door.

I want us to be comfortable.

Do you want something to drink?

-Yes, but don't make it
too strong, please.

-I've invented this cocktail,
I call it the Surubum.

It's like the caress of an Argentine woman
on the beach of Mar del Plata.

[screaming]
-Shut up.

-Like an animal.

-What's going on?

[screaming]

-It's a wild scream.

The scream that women
from my country cry to follow

their lovers around the pampa.

-Watch out, you hurt me.

Are you going to drink that as well?

-Yes. If he doesn't drink it,
I'll kick that asshole out.

-Good luck.
-Thank you.

Is it too strong for you?

-You are wonderful.

You are the most wonderful countess
I have known.

-Let's not talk about me.

I want us to talk about the painter.
-Yes, we'll talk about the painter.

There is plenty of time.

-No, it has to be now.

I hope we run out of time later.

-Let's go outside.

1am very hot

-No, not the terrace.

Why?
-Because you will be cold.

I don't know if you've noticed,
I am half-naked.

Let's go back to the sofa.
- don't want to.

If we go back to the sofa, I won't be able
to tell you about that painter

or anything.

Why are you carrying those?

-I can't live without flowers.

I need to breathe their scent.

Tell me about Sergemi.
- know next to nothing about him.

I know that he paints
and makes sculptures.

-When he opened the exhibition,
he must have talked to you.

I've already told you, countess,
that it was his lawyer.

-How can I buy one of his works?

-There is only one person
who can sell them to you.

-Who?

-Don't you want another drink?

- I like it,
but I'm a little afraid.

-About what?
-To lose my mental clarity

and do something crazy.

-{'ll bring you a double ration.

It's another cocktail I invented,
it's called the Rotito.

-This man speaks very low.
You can barely hear him.

-If this one doesn't kill him,
he'll sell me the sculpture.

By the way, I noticed
that two of the women

that were in the pictures you showed me

also appear in his
works in the exhibition.

-Why don't you buy
one of those paintings?

-Because the only victim
I'm interested in

is Mr. Radeck's lover.
He's giving us $50,000 for the painting.

Bye.

Bye.

-Yes.
-Cheers.

-Why don't you take off your jacket?
You trust me, right?

-You don't mind?

-You can take off
anything you want.

-Will you take anything off?

-Men are all the same.

We can play an exciting game.

I'll ask you a question

and if I like the answer,
I'll take off a garment.

-Yes, sure.
Go ahead.

-Why don't you tell your baby
who knows that painter?

-Only one person knows him:
his lawyer, Bathier, from Paris.

-You have to say it louder.

- [louder] Only one person knows him:
his lawyer, Bathier, from Paris.

-I can't hear him.

Louder.

-Say it louder.

-His lawyer, Bathier, from Paris.

Take something off.

-Here.

-A shoe.

Keep asking, I'll answer.

I saw something blue
passing by back there.

-It's normal.

We are right by the sea.

You told me before
you can sell me one of his works.

Would you sell me
statue number 12 from the catalog?

-Number 12 and 24.

I'll sell you anything you want.

Go on, ask me.
-That statue.

-That statue.
It's done, it's yours.

Come on, give me a garment.

- I don't believe you.
-If you want, I'll sign it.

- Do you want me to sign it?
-Yes.

-No, no.

I don't know if I should sign
a blank piece of paper. No.

-If you want, we can go to my office
and draw up the contract.

-No, I trust you.

Give me that.

Now, an important garment.

Here.

Do you have anything else to ask me?
-Yes, a lot

-The price of the statue.
-Wonderful.

-You have to tell me
the price of the sculpture.

-10,000 francs.

-No way, that's very expensive.

-You set the price.

-5,000.
-Perfect, 5,000.

Who is this?

-Good evening.

-She's the maid.

-Didn't you tell me the help left?

-She just got back.

-Wait, do your maids go around like that?
-She's a sleepwalker.

Besides, what do you care?

Let's get on with our game.

If you answer this last question,
you can take everything off of me.

-Yes.
Ask me whatever you want.

-Tell me the painter's real name.

-Klaus Thiller.

-Yes.

-That's a pseudonym.

You told me that.

You won't have my clothes.
You know this one was the most important.

-Ask me.

-Just give me an answer.
Who hides behind that pseudonym?

-His real name is -

[screaming in agony]

[feet shuffling]

-He escaped.

-Yes, on Professor Peter's
nuclear bike.

[peppy orchestral musical cue]

-Fortunately, we have the body.
That will give us a clue.

Oh.

-What happened?

-He's gone.

-Where is it? Where?
-The tape recorder.

-Pardon?

The tape recorder?

-It's still working.

-The tape recorder.

-Take him by the feet.

We'll take him for a bath.

-It's the Italian man from before.

-It's the voice of that handsome boy
from this morning.

-You can't stop thinking about him.

[sultry jazz music]

[applause]

-Give me some rhythm.

Let's dance with the Show Brothers.

['50s style rock and roll]

-Thank you very much.
I didn't think you would come back.

- Always keep my word.
Sit down.

We'll have some champagne.

-Did you like it?

-Yes, it was a very nice, fine number.

-Thank you.
It shows that you are a great supporter.

-Let's toast to the most beautiful
and sensitive artist

I have ever known.

-Did you know,

I really like champagne
because it reminds me of cider?

-Be careful not to fall.
These steps are hard to climb.

-Why would I fall?

I'm not drunk.

- Know you will.

Give me your hand.

-Why do you wear that eye patch?

What an odd place.

I like dim spaces
to show my love.

It is very romantic.

Where are you?

Come here. Don't you scare me.

Hey, how did you get down there?

No...

No...

No...

[screaming]

-Come here, boys.

That's the statue, take it.

-Very well. Come on, grab that thing.
-It's rubbish.

-Behind this line, you'll notice a violent
clash of vivid and modern colors

that follows a
smooth line, and also -

-Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you.

-No, no, go ahead.
I don't mind.

-That's beautiful.

One of you must be
the manager of this gallery,

but I don't think that's you.
You're too young and handsome.

-You are right, ma'am.

My name is Labislao Pinter.
I am Mr. Carimbuli's secretary.

-I'm here for sculpture number 12.

-It says here that the statue has been
sold to Miss Dos Santos.

Is that you?
-Sure, I paid 10,000 francs.

- Don't doubt your word,
and besides,

I know Mr. Carimbuli's signature.
But I'd rather wait

for him to arrive.
-When will he arrive?

-He doesn't have fixed hours.

-Look, I bought
the statue and I love it,

I won't waste hours
and hours waiting for your boss.

I have a moving truck
out there that charges a fortune.

-They never told me about this sale.

- Don't care, now you know.

-Hey, wait a minute.
-Come on, guys, hurry up.

Take it outside.
-Hold on, you can't --

-Boy, if she bought
the statue, she can take it.

-That's right.

What's your name?

-Francis McClune. I'm a police officer.

-Thank God, the police are here.

Get the box.
- I hold you responsible for this.

-Don't worry, I'll take the blame.

-Thank you,

you are an angel.

-I'll escort you out.

- I didn't know police
officers were so nice,

50 friendly, so human.

1 always thought the police

were something like
official gangsters.

-I am English.

-England, how wonderful.

The Beatles, the queen, [7].

-Do you know England?

-No.

-Stop, stop.
Don't touch that statue, it's mine.

-What are you doing here?

You again.

-Yes, Miss.
I'm happy to see you again.

-I wouldn't be so happy,
because I'm taking the statue.

- Bought that statue and it's mine.
This piece of paper says so.

-Oh, it does?
-Drop that, or I'll break it.

-Police.

-Pleasure.

1 beg you to continue reading.

Read it all
and you will see it is mine.

-It seems like everybody
is buying this statue,

but why this one?

-They're all the same to me.

Take it to the truck.
-Stop.

-Where are we standing?
Come on, work it out.

We won't carry it
up and down all day.

- Bought the sculpture and it is mine.
-It's mine.

Help me, please. I came here first.
1am a helpless woman.

-Miss, why don't you take
this one if they are all just as ugly?

-The law must protect the weak, right?

-Yes.
- I am weak.

Don't you pity me?

Do you have a sister?
-No.

-Don't mind.
Tell him to go away.

-You heard her.

Get out, the statue is hers.

-This doesn't end here.

Italian people never forget.

I will bring you down.
-That's impossible.

I'm a third-party agent.

-[laughs]
-Come on, guys,

grab the statue.
Today, we're bringing food to the table.

-I would love to see you again,
but you must be very busy

with all these scoundrels
around the world.

-I have some free time.
Why don't you give me your phone number?

-Find me.

If you find me, that
means you're a good detective.

-All right.

-At your service, my princess.

-Don't make fun of me.

I've been working non-stop these days,

fighting,

making love to the elderly,
and struggling with this cough.

My feet hurt.

-What's it all been for?

We only have
a painting and a sculpture.

Enough to justify the costs
to our dear millionaire,

Mr. Radeck.

That's all.

Only one other man could be of interest.
Now that the gallery director

is dead and gone,

we have to go for the young
and elegant Italian playboy.

You should have followed him this morning.
-Are you out of your mind?

I was in the middle of the street
with a statue,

a police officer,
and four angry workers.

I couldn't follow that guy.

-Sorry, love,
but we must find him no matter what.

-This is a very big city.

-Not really. People only
go to the same

four or five places.

I think that Italian is
an old-style playboy.

I have a feeling that if we look for him,
we'll find him.

-Don't tell me we must go now.

-Yes, right now.
I'll be in charge of the action, though.

You only have to paint your lips red
and drive the car.

Let's hunt down the playboy.

[ragtime horn music]

-Are you tired?
-No way.

I am filled with joy.

Can't you tell?

-Let's try Flamingo.

-I never would have thought
there were so many clubs here.

laughter]

-Park over there and wait for me.

It you see me leaving
with somebody, follow me.

-Don't worry, I'm sure this place

will be empty.
-See you.

-Goodbye.

[tally music]

[loud applause]

- Never saw you here before.

-I've only been in town
for a few hours.

-Would you like to dance?

-Of course, how can I say no?

-Did you like it?
Beautiful.

Now you can keep dancing
to some beat music.

-This is Rich Man's Blues.

-[laughs]

This is great for circulation.

-Do you like this new rhythm?
“Yes, it's not bad.

-You dance like they do in Liverpool.

You've got to
teach me those strange steps.

I don't know them.
-Yes, of course.

I'll teach you whatever you want, ma'am.

Excuse me, I have to go to the powder room.
-Go ahead.

-You?

You're not young enough
to dance like those crazy people.

You have a pretty special accent.

You speak fluently,
but you're not from here.

-No, I'm from --
-Let me guess.

It sounds Hungarian, but it has a hint
of a soft North African accent.

-Magnificent.

1am Croatian, but I have lived for
many years in Morocco.

And you?
-I'm American, from Alabama.

I've only been here a few hours.

-Tourism?
-Yes.

How did you get it right?
You are a good psychologist.

-No, but I think I know women.

-You are an artist,
writer, or perhaps a painter?

-Do you like art?

-I love painting.

-Hey, you. Aren't you ashamed of leaving
me for this rubbish?

-Ma'am, he's an old friend of my family.

I'll go find you as soon as I can.

-80, do you really like painting?

Would you like to model for me?

-I was not mistaken. You are a painter.

-Painter and sculptor.

I arrived a few days ago.

I rented an old house near here.

I have some of my pieces there,
but only the most recent ones.

Do you want to see them?

-Tell me your name.

-My name means nothing to you.

I am still a stranger.

Would you come with me?

-Sorry for the inconvenience
and the mess.

I've only been in this house
for a short time.

Many pieces of furniture
are still missing.

-It doesn't matter,
I'm only interested in you and your work.

It's cold.

-Come up here.

Do you like my work?

-Yes.

-I only had time to bring
my most recent paintings,

some of my favorite objects,
my books, and other little things.

-You are a great artist.

- Can make you a masterpiece,
I know I can.

May 17
-Of course.

[eerie music]

-Come here, you idiot.

-You could have thrown something
that didn't make you cough so much.

-Sorry if I have disturbed you.

- Thought you weren't coming.

When [ left Flamingo,
I didn't see the car.

-Of course not.
I was behind you, ready to go,

0 I didn't lose sight of you.

-How did you know that I was going
to leave with someone?

-You took a long time, so
I went in and asked for you at the bar.

Your little friend told me that you'd been
talking for a long time with a strange man

who had been coming to this place
for several days and that he was family.

-He was family?

- Know you well.

I knew you had something up your sleeve.

Besides, Pat was worried about you.

-What's up?

-Thank you.

-I'm glad I could lend a hand.

If you ever get into another mess like
that, call me. I had a great time.

-Okay,
but I didn't have such a good time.

-Detective Tanner?

This is Red Lips speaking.

-What do you want?

-I'm coming to help you once more, because
what would your career be without me?

If you want to find the killer painter
and this particular monster,

the solution is at your fingertips.

You have my mail over the desk,
right?

-Yes.

-Please, grab the mail.

No, it's a pink envelope.

Read it, it's very interesting.

Bye, kisses.

Bye-bye.

[snare drum march]

-Dear and happy Tanner,
the Killer painter, Klaus Thiller,

and his furry friend

live peacefully and freely
in a sinister house in

San Gines de la Jara.

Come on, arrest him.

[BACKGROUND MUSIC]

-What do you want, sir?

Were you looking for someone?

-Hey, ma'am, who lives in this house?

-I live here with my grandmother.

-Have you heard of a man
named Thriller?

-Thriller?

No, sir.

[iazzy big band music]

-What do you think?

You can't deny I am a good policeman.

I have found you and I also found
out many things about you.

You're 27 years old, you were born in
Austria and your parents are Argentinian.

You were a tightrope walker
and model before coming to America,

and you have a partner,
Diana Rayner, Canadian.

What kind of a partner is she?

-Stop being silly
and tell me if you like me.

-Yes, pretty much.

-Kiss me.

Come on.

The English have no shame.

- First round. You go.

Second round.

Where were you last night?

-Are you jealous,
or is it a professional question?

-Professional jealousy.

-Very well.

I was at home embroidering
my bridal quilt with my Aunt Eduvigis.

-Okay.
Be careful with your aunt, she is a Killer.

I think she does some terrible paintings
with real models, and she is very smart.

It would be a shame if she cut your throat
and your partner's.

If you want some advice,
take a vacation far away from here.

It you won't listen,
call me and we'll have dinner together.

Bye-bye.

[iazzy horn music]

-Thriller and his monster friend
have disappeared without a trace.

-That's what we should
do right now.

Why?
You are crazy.

We already know the murderer.
We are getting close.

-We're on our way to the cemetery.
He and his monster know us.

Death is hunting us.

They want to paint your cloven body,
destroyed by that strange man.

I'm leaving.
-You don't understand.

They have escaped and they won't
return for another season.

-Yes, sure.
-May 1?

-What's that?
-Miss Dos Santos?

-No, that's not - I mean, that's me.
-Don't you remember your own name?

I forget sometimes.

-You're fine,
but your head is in the clouds.

-How romantic, right?

Anonymous flowers.

So pretty.

-What are you doing?

These are my flowers.
-Give me that.

-Have you gone crazy?
They are mine. Mine.

Give them to me.
Give them to me.

- Fold you to give them to me,
they're mine.

-Shut up.
-I've always loved flowers.

Give them to me, they're mine.

You said we were out of danger, huh?

I'm leaving.

-That's stupid,
after everything that happened --

Don' panic.

[gun tire]

-Let's go. Let's get out of here.

-Well, I guess
it wasn't such a bad idea.

[moody ballad]

-We'll look for a bright,

happy,

sunny place.

It could be in North Africa.

-We'll have some peace and quiet,

surrounded by local colors

and romantic songs.

The hours will fly by as we lie on a
beautiful beach, covered with palm trees.

- Don't know how you dare to come to the
beach in such a bold outfit.

-Shut up.

- Don't know why we brought
that rubbish.

It seems as if we were
traveling with a corpse.

-I just have a premonition.
I think this statue hides

a big secret.

Hello?

It's the Italian.

-Who?

He called you before already.
He is in town and wants to see you.

Go out with him and bring him here.
We'll have some fun.

-I'd be pleased.
Deep down, he is a very attractive man.

Who's speaking?

Hello, Vittorio.

-Hello. The rooms are under
the name of James Bond.

-What name did you say?

-James Bond, I'm undercover.

-Please lead them the way.

-What a hottie.

-I'm sorry, forgive us.

-After so many years,
the heart is still joyful.

After so many hours,

new hours of love are still born.

Because the sun that was born
with your eyes yesterday cannot die.

And the snow on your temple
and the weariness in my voice

cannot wither our love.

Once again,

and more than ever, my life is yours.

And new springs,
new hours of love

we will live.

If you take my hand,

it is a very long way to go.

And you, after so many years,

are still my light.

It took you almost a century.
-Excuse me.

Two number 4 martinis.

-Four?
What is that, sir?

-In Italy, all bartenders know
there are four Kinds of cocktail martinis.

Number one,
four parts gin and one part martini.

Number two, five parts gin,
running the lid of the martini bottle

along the edges of the glass.

Number 3 is all gin,
but they put the bottle

of martini in front,
0 you stare at it while you drink.

Number four is just gin,
but the martini is on your mind.

-If I understand correctly,
I'll pour you two glasses of gin.

-Where are you from?
-I'm Russian, sir.

-Now I get.

Only Latinos can eat
and drink with a little imagination.

-Now you're being more realistic.

-No. I'm taking your hand,
but I'm thinking about the rest.

What's going on?
-Nothing.

I just really like
this rug and I want to see it closely.

-It's worth nothing.

-You're right,
it's trash.

-Here's to your eyes, your mouth, etc.

The rug again?
-No.

It is an ancient tradition of my people.

After toasting and drinking the first sip,
you have to bend down and

wish for something.

-How fun! But now we can
go back to normal, right?

Hold no.

It's a very long wish.

How lovely.

You are a very special girl.

-1am? Why?

- Was thinking
about our first meeting,

me on the ground and you on top.

Then the second one, fighting in the
street with a statue standing

in our way.

Now that we're in
a pretty normal situation,

we spent most of the night

under a table.

If you want, I can ask them
to serve us dinner under the table.

-It's not so bad here.

-Am I being indiscreet if I ask you
why we are here again?

- I think it's an instinct.

I think I'm getting used
to this position.

It is more intimate.

It seems like we are alone.
-How stupid.

I didn't realize what you were thinking.

What it we had dinner in my apartment?

-That sounds lovely.

I feel like I haven't left my country.

Everything looks familiar.

-Right.
You are wonderful.

-I can't believe my friend
is sleeping like a baby.

-30 million.

-Five more million.

[screams]

[gun tire]

-Are you okay?

-Very well, thank you.

Who are you?
What are you doing here?

-I'm a friend. I was passing by
when I heard the screams.

Don't worry, go back to sleep.

He was shot several times.

Be sure to give the lovely
Miss Dos Santos my best regards.

-Do you know her?
-Yes.

I'm Interpol Agent McClune.

-You're the one
who helped her with her statue.

-Boy, she told you about that?
-Sure.

What the hell
are you doing in this country?

-Is saving you from death
a good reason?

-Of course.

-You are also very pretty,
but you don't look like your friend.

It you two had teamed up
to create a mystery character,

like Zorro or Fantomas, it would have been
very difficult to identify you.

-What are you saying?

-That you have
one thing in common.

The shape, the thickness,
and even the color of your lips.

They are very red.

-Do you want to grab a drink
and tell me something about --?

-No, I have things to do.

I'm a busy man,
but we will meet again.

Don't worry, I'm on your side.

Bye, bye.

[iazzy horn music]

-Are you sure it'll be
quiet in your bungalow?

-Yes, darling. There is not a person
five kilometers around.

-And your friend?

-She sleeps like a log.
Not even thunder could wake her up.

- Hope you're right,

but I have a feeling
that anything

we do, no matter how simple,
can turn out catastrophic.

When we went to my apartment,

you dropped the food on me
and when I cleaned up,

the jacket pulled the faucet out of the
wash and flooded the apartment.

-Honey, I admit I am a threat.
-On the beach.

You said, "Let's go by the seaside and let
our bodies be rocked by the breeze."

You started sneezing.

-But that was not a breeze, it was a gale.

Also, I think I am allergic to algae,

but don't worry, because
everything will be different now.

Kiss me.

Honey, I accidentally hit
the horn while I was kissing you.

-I heard it.

-Don't worry,
my friend doesn't wake up

easily.

Also, it doesn't matter.
She is very affectionate.

Come on.

I'll go ahead to turn on the light.

We'll have a great time.

-Showtime is over, buddy.

Whom do you work for?

You should tell your new friends
everything, or else you will be sorry.

You work for Thiller, don't you?

-I won't say a word.
You can kill me if you want.

-That won't be necessary.
We have much better

methods.

-What are you doing?

Stop it.

[laughs]

Let me go, I won't tell you anything.

Let me, let me -

I will tear you apart.
-You will talk.

-Never, never.

-Tell us whom you work for.

-Thiller.

-Who killed the director of the gallery?

-Thiller.

Morpho and I carried out the corpse
while you were in the garden.

Thiller killed him with a blowgun that
belonged to the native

people of these lands.

-Why do you work for Thiller?

-He has me in his power. He is a scoundrel,
but I won't do it anymore.

-Did the director of the gallery
also work for Thiller?

-Sure, he was as unhappy as I am.

-Most importantly,
why is Thiller so interested

in recovering the statue?

- I don't know.

No, I don't know. I swear.

-We will use the O system.
-Okay.

-He likes Martini.

-He'll have his fair share of it.

-No, no, no.

-That's enough.

Let's see...
why does Thiller want the statue?

- I don't know.

-What does Thiller want the statue for?

-Thiller, Thiller. Who is Thriller?

Thiller, Thiller.
Sounds like a bell.

Thiller, Thiller.

- Don't think he knows anything else.

Help me.

-God

he's broken.

-How awful.
-Gross.

I spent so much time looking
for this man and he was right at home.

-Well, what do we
do with the corpse now?

Do we store it in a closet,
like in the movies?

-No, we'd better leave him there.

We fix the sculpture
and leave it like new.

Let's now deal with this idiot.

-Yes, darling.

Of course, darling.

Yes, my love.

-Hello?

This is Ankara.
-Thank you.

Mr. Radeck.

This is his grandmother.

He's not in Ankara.

-Where is he?

-On his yacht, but they have
a direct line and they'll put me through.

This is Red Lips.

I have solved your case.

I have at your disposal
the body of your missing person,

Mademoiselle Lida Regnier.

Yes, she has died.

Yes, but I can also give you
the name of her killer.

Where are you?

On the Moroccan coast?

What a coincidence,
we could be sharing the phone.

You would even hear me if I was shouting.

Yes, I am in Barranca.

Tonight?

Give me a pencil.

The Bahia Blanca mansion.

Okay.

Don't forget the other $50,000.

Bye-bye.

-Is he also in Morocco?

-Yes, he expects me at 9:00 PM.

We have to bring him the body.

-What a coincidence, right?

I'll go, just like last time.

There are too many coincidences.

The monster.

Vittorio.

Thiller.

Tanner.

-May I?

-It's for you.

-Dear commissioner.

Oh, no.

-Don't worry, there's more.

-Are you here to a rest us?

-No.

Hello.

-To what do I owe this visit?

-First,
I wanted to see you.

Second,

I wanted to ask you
if you know Vittorio Freda

and if you've helped him drink
up quite a few liters of alcohol?

-Us?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

-Third,
I wanted to invite you to dinner.

-My friend can't make it,
but I'll gladly accept.

-I'm sorry you can't join us.

I have a friend
who is dying to meet you.

-Would that be Inspector Tanner?

-Yes, deep down he is a good fella.

I'm turning him into
a modern and sociable man.

-Mr. Radeck is waiting for you.

-Good evening, Mr. Radeck.

-Good evening, Miss.

1 thank you very much for coming.

-What are you doing here?

I had an appointment with Mr. Radeck.

-I have a simple yet
spectacular explanation.

I'll dedicate this
little transformation act to you.

You'll have a lot of fun.

-Radeck.

-Detective Red Lips,

on the search for

my own victim.

As you have seen
with your own eyes,

Radeck, the millionaire,
and Klaus Thiller, the artist, are

the same person.

-Why did you take my offer?

-On the one hand, I wanted to know
what you were capable of

doing.

You turned out to be a
much smarter woman than I thought,

a really dangerous woman,

and for that reason, I have decided
to end this once and for all.

-Too late.

Too many people know where I am
and who I am meeting.

-Are you talking about your partner?

She is completely stupid.

How could she help you?

Without you, she is useless.

Besides, she won't live long, either.

If your friend, Regina, had
been alone in this matter,

I would have dealt with her immediately.

But you are different.

You're intelligent,

elegant,

charming as a friend,
and even more so as a rival.

I was excited about this game,

but that wasn't all.

If I let you live, it's
because I have been waiting

for this moment so badly,

since that night in Marienbad.

Your eyes have

such pure lines. They moved me.

Now, I can finally paint
my masterpiece.

-Stop right there.

I'm so sorry,

but I don't want to be your model.

Too dangerous.

-You won't get out of here alive.

Morpho.

[screams]

-Morpho?

Bring that woman

here with me.

[sultry jazz music]

-Yes, Klaus Thiller has killed
all those girls,

but let's talk about us.

-Later. Tell me two or three more
things first.

-They're not important.

-Well, you may be wrong.

Go ahead.

-It's over.

Diana is with Mr. Radeck,
the billionaire, right now.

When we get him
the corpse of his former lover,

our mission will be accomplished.

As soon as we get paid, we'll disappear
and give you all the credit

-[speaking Arabic]

-[speaking Arabic]
-[speaking Arabic]

-[speaking Arabic]
-[speaking Arabic]

-[speaking Arabic]

-Do you speak Arabic?
-No.

laughter]

-Did you say
that billionaire Radeck is back?

-Was he gone?

Is he from here?

-He made his fortune here
in some shady way,

but he didn't live here before.
He lived on a neighboring island, Algar.

-Algar?
-Yes, Algar.

What's wrong?

-That's where the first
woman was found dead.

She was an Arab.
-When did he arrive?

-About four years ago or so.

-That's when
Ha deck left the island.

You told me Diana was with him, right?

-Yes, in his mansion in Bahia Blanca.
It's his.

-Let's go.
-Good evening.

Come with me, Red Lips.
You are under arrest.

-Have you gone mad?

Diana is in danger.
I think Radeck is the killer.

-You have a lovely imagination, McClune,
but I don't believe you.

Only one thing is certain.

We've finally caught Red Lips.

You say she is in danger,

0 I'm going to lock you up
in a cell right now for protection.

-See you later, gentlemen.

-Let's go, Inspector Tanner.

I'm an idiot.

-You may leave.

-Let me stay with you this time.

-All right.

You are lucky,
this will be the most exciting

experience ever.

Morpho?

Come here.

Miss Red Lips,
I also have a faithful friend,

I mean, a faithful servant, like you.

Morpho.

I found him 20 years ago in the desert,
very close to this place.

He got lost as a child
and he was fed by wild beasts.

I hunted him down and brought him with me.

1 fed his cruel instincts

and the art of horror was born.

Morpho,

take her.

She's your prize, old friend.

[screams]

-Hello.

Hands up.

Let go of my friend.

Turn on your back.

Diane, 301.

Let's go, this will
look like a carnival soon.

-Thank you.

I thought I wouldn't make it.
-Hold on.

[tally music]

-Check the whole house.

-Dear friends, Tanner and McClune,
there you have the assassins.

Sorry we didn't wait for you,
but our plane leaves

in 10 minutes.

Kisses.

I must admit, I'm starting
to like the shape

of their lips.

-Finally.
-What?

-Nothing.

[iazzy music cont.]