All language subtitles for Colpo Rovente (1969)

'Red Hot Shot'

He was an eminent neurologist...

who abandoned science to dedicate himself
to what he called industrial activity.

A string of hospitals,
various clinics for millionaires...

and thriving pharmaceutical companies
were the source of his incredible wealth.

Who was Mac Brown?

Along with his work in health science...

his past was shrouded in mystery.

A recent inquiry into his activities...

Who was Mac Brown?

Why was the inquiry into
his past suddenly abandoned?

Who obstructed the investigation?

Why was Mac Brown killed?

All the insinuations aimed
at my father are false.

Of course, it's easier to accuse
a dead man than find his killer.

I want to know who killed him, and why?
I want the truth, whatever it may be.

That's why I'm offering a prize,
a reward of $250,000.

This is my cheque, at the
disposal of the television company.

A quarter of a million
is a bit too much.

They'll investigate,
and the more they investigate...

the more they'll discover,
and that isn't good for us at all.

- Let them help us, Dan.
- In what way?

- To find the lunatic who killed him.
- That reward is all we need.

Who will save us from all the
people who want to help?

If we don't want any complications
we'll have to deal with this ourselves...

and immediately.

Berin was making progress.

He was getting too close,
that's why they took him off the case.

All the more reason to call him
to satisfy the press and public opinion.

- The wrong man at the right time.
- A man who doesn't forget.

He didn't deserve to be
humiliated like that.

Great!

All that time off has
turned you into a champ.

Your turn, chief.

I warn you, I'm out of practice, that
Mac Brown case is taking up all my time.

I know, take my advice,
drop everything and retire.

Come on, Frank, listen to me.
You've got a million reasons...

but sooner or later you'll
have to come back.

An opportunity like this, it's your
chance to prove them wrong.

Will I have to find
Mac Brown's killer, or killers?

What are you getting at?

I'll be straight...

If you only want me to find the
person who pulled the trigger, I'm out.

Give it to homicide.

But if you want me to get to
the bottom of this dirty mess, I'm in.

- But I want carte-blanche.
- Okay, you've got it.

So, when do you think
you'll come back?

- We're already working, aren't we?
- No, at headquarters.

- When will you come back?
- As soon as we finish the game.

- In that case you've won.
- You're giving me the game?

It was always mine.

You said a flat nose, right?

Yes, but not that flat.

- I'd say a little less wide.
- Straight or curved?

Straight, but protruding.
Yes, it was protruding.

He's starting to look like you, Bill.

And the mouth? Big?
Thick lips, or thin?

- Did he have a moustache?
- I think his mouth was...

- His collar was turned up.
- Hold on, Dick.

Did you get a look at his killer or not?

I don't know if he was the killer.

He was the person closest
to Mac Brown in that moment.

Then he ran off.

It's true, he moved to the side,
to avoid the guy who was falling.

What did he look like?
Was he tall?

My height, or taller?

He didn't seem taller to me.
More or less your height.

- Large build, like me?
- A bit larger.

But he was wearing a very
tight coat, and a hat.

Yes, I remember, it was light
coloured, but the hat was dark.

I'd like to know why you
all thought he was a killer...

any you did nothing to stop him.

I wasn't thinking it was
a murder in that moment.

I thought he was sick,
his heart, or something else.

The box under his arm,
was it on the left or right?

- The left!
- Actually...

If I remember,
it was under his right arm.

Maybe the left, I think.
I'm not sure.

- It's Larry!
- You know him?

He called me to meet him here.

- But someone got here before us.
- They didn't waste any time.

I trusted him, he was expensive
but his information was always good.

Get the gel off those reflectors.
Turn on all the lights.

Sergeant, everyone over there.

Why are you hiding there?

Look at me.

Open your eyes!
Look at that bright little sun!

You didn't see anything?
Who was it?

Hello, Berin.

We won't get anything out of the hippies,
we'd better call the landlord.

Don't be so hasty,
take care of the clients, first.

- You know who it is?
- Yes, it's King Tabu.

We'll wait for him to slip up.
We haven't got anything on him, for now.

Sergeant, get a van here.

Let's take them all back
to headquarters.

- Why did you mention the sun back there?
- When?

When you were holding that
hippie under the reflector.

You know what I think?

That light little Tollman
mentioned could be a lamp...

A reflector.
A quartz lamp.

Why would they do that?

If I knew that then I'd
have solved the Tollman case.

Hello, Poet.

Not only do you not buy my book but
you expect me to give you a copy.

I get it, you're back on the
force and you need my help.

- Your latest masterpiece.
- You'd better believe it.

- I know you'll never read it.
- You're wrong.

You'd like to forbid the
world from seeing.

Why can't vision be our life?

For life to become a bad dream
you can interrupt.

If I dilute my consciousness
I see infinity, the light...

the glory, the joy of existence.

To see things how only poets
and artists see them...

should be a privilege
everyone can enjoy.

Everyone has the right to dream.

That would be nice.

And I often ask myself
the same question.

Why does a farmer keep ploughing the
land instead of admiring its beauty?

Why does a pilot keep his
eyes fixed on a route...

and doesn't abandon himself
to contemplating the universe?

And why does the driver stop the train
from travelling through flowering fields?

What is this pretence of
keeping trains on their wheels?

Philistine, you live with
your eyes closed.

- Help me open them.
- What do you want from me?

I want you to help me with this case.

- No, now you're asking too much.
- I helped you when you were in trouble.

- You can't turn me down.
- Why do you want to ruin me?

Remember those riddles you
enjoyed solving at university?

- Right.
- Then solve this for me...

When I was investigating
Mac Brown's activities I was stopped...

- a year ago, why?
- This riddle could cost me my life.

I know.
Answer me with another riddle.

Remember me?

I don't understand why they've
trusted you with the investigation.

What does the narcotics
bureau have to do with it?

- I was expecting the homicide squad.
- This should comfort you, Monica.

It proves the authorities will stop
at nothing to get to the truth.

If they really want to comfort me...

they have to find the man who
killed my father and arrest him!

The man, or the men,
who killed your father.

The important thing is to
put an end to this nightmare.

It isn't comforting knowing the man
who killed my father is still at large.

- Are you also afraid for your life?
- Why?

It's a question, you're the
one who mentioned a nightmare...

and then there's your reward.
Quite a sum.

- One might think you're scared.
- What would I be afraid of?

How absurd.

The nightmare is nothing more
than my inability to exact revenge.

As for the bounty,
I only offered it to help you.

It isn't the first time you've
come here as an investigator...

and your investigation into my father's
activities last year was a farce.

A minor mishap...

that allowed me to admire your
intelligence and your self-control.

But this time you're doing
everything you can to obstruct us.

Wait.
Let me finish.

Instead of helping us your
reward is complicating things.

We're getting hundreds
of anonymous calls every day...

all without foundation,
everyone's trying to guess...

Even the press and private
detectives are getting involved.

- I can always retract the offer.
- It's too late.

It's like taking a bone from a dog.

They'd read it as a threat.
It wouldn't make you very popular.

Then what do you suggest?

Have some faith, that's all.

- I have a lot of faith in you.
- I meant as a policeman.

So did I.
Why? What were you thinking?

Although there are times
when I forget you're a cop.

I think it would happen to me,
if I could talk about other things.

- Why don't you try?
- Because I'm a cop.

We get lonely in my profession.

Friendships are rare.
Few of us have families...

and that's the way it should be.

Listen, Monica, it's essential you appear
resigned over your father's death...

and trust everyone...

whatever information you
can get might be useful.

How long have you known Dan Carbo?

Since he went into business
with my father.

And your father, what did he
think about your engagement?

Would you believe we
never discussed it?

My father and I weren't very close.

But now I think about it,
I don't think he liked Dan.

And Dan Carbo didn't like him.
Remember what I said...

Pretend you're resigned,
show yourself around your old haunts.

I'll do it, but you must promise
me you'll find the killer.

Dan!

- How are you, my love?
- Fine.

- Stop it!
- What is it?

Does our guest make you nervous?

- Have you been here long?
- No, and I was just about to leave.

- If you need to talk, I'll leave.
- No, I have nothing to say to him.

And I have nothing to ask you.
Nothing I don't know.

If you're interested,
I don't like you at all, Berin!

Don't worry about it,
you don't have to marry me, Carbo.

What we he doing here?

Everyone knows, they all saw it,
and they want the reward.

By the way,
there's one addressed to you.

Worthy of your full attention!
Read it.

What's so special?
The usual anonymous letter.

You think so?

At the Nirvana Loft,
Electric Bar...

a fifteen year old was left blind...

after being forced to
take an overdose of heroin.

What does this have to do
with Mac Brown?

I don't know.

But one thing's for sure...

It's all bullshit.

- But they're trying to tell me something.
- A guessing game?

Why not?

There, see?
It's changing colour.

Because of the light,
like the structure of the solar spectrum.

That's right.

But there's something I don't
understand...

What is the Narcotics
Bureau's interest in Mac Brown?

The same question Monica Brown asked me.

I'm curious to know who's in
charge, now the director is dead.

- Who will take over?
- It's a shareholding company.

Right, I didn't think of that.

And you, professor Gam, what's
your opinion on Mac Brown's death?

In my judgement it was a blunder.
A gross blunder.

- You think they got the wrong man?
- That isn't what I meant...

I just said it was an error.

Fanny Tollman was fifteen,
the same age as the girl in the letter.

Strange, isn't it?

Which doctor was called in for Fanny,
the one who diagnosed her?

Don't tell me you suspect professor Gam.

What was the result of his
analysis: negative.

It seems Gam knows a lot
about Mac Brown's murder.

Who would've thought it?
Not even me, until this morning.

Two things struck me...

He avoided any questions about the murder
and he considered it a gross blunder.

Listen, Frank, this is some kind
of psychological fantasy.

It's true, it's the only defence against
professor Gam's criminal fantasy.

King Tabu is here.

- I'll take care of it.
- He brought his lawyer.

- How are you, King Tabu?
- Stone, his lawyer.

Nothing serious?

Please, come through.

I heard you were looking for me.
Here I am, at your disposal.

Looking for you?
Why?

- You know about this?
- No.

Check the front desk.

You're sure?

Check properly.

Sit down, King.

Frank, they don't know
anything at the front desk.

You see, King?
Someone played a joke on you.

Thanks for the visit,
but there's no need to keep you.

Good luck.

Sorry to trouble you.

If I need you,
I won't wait for you...

I'll send a car and driver.

Asshole.

The FBI has sent us a long report
on Mac Brown from Switzerland...

along with a document which
seems very interesting to me.

It's a photo of a group of assistants
from a laboratory in Basil...

along with their director,
professor Schofield.

It was taken in 1945.

- Is that Mac Brown on the left?
- Yes.

But now observe this close-up
of the person behind Brown.

- But that's...!
- Professor Gam.

- Mac Brown's brother-in-law.
- But Mac Brown's wife was called Wolfer.

Exactly, but Gam's real name is Wolfer.

Mac Brown's wife's brother,
deceased.

Physiologist, specialist in the effects
of hallucinogenic substances on the brain.

They worked together in the
Larsen laboratory in Basil.

Wolfer was doctor Schofield's right
hand man for a number of years...

and he participated
in the research into LSD-25.

He was fired for carrying out dangerous
operations on the brains of children.

One of his patients ended
up in an asylum.

He's been arrested for
illegal entry into the USA.

Meanwhile, we'll build a case
against him, for Mac Brown's murder.

We can't incriminate anyone
unless we find Fanny Tollman.

Why has she disappeared?
That's the FBI's problem.

Where is Fanny Tollman hiding?

- Where's Fanny Tollman?
- Hello, Gordon.

If you're looking for murderers
you won't find them here.

We preach non-violence
and universal love here, right?

It's a waste of time,
you'll never persuade him.

The captain is a cop,
he sees evil in everything.

- Innocence doesn't exist for him.
- Speaking of innocence...

Watch TV tonight, there's
a program on drugs on Channel-8.

There's Liu Nung.
Excuse me.

See? I immediately took
your advice, I'm socializing.

- Any news?
- Lots, Monica.

But first I have to ask you a question,
and I'd like an honest answer.

...or games, as you call
them, are an end to themselves...

without the presumption
of being seen as works of art.

They're like a moment in life,
they're dead the moment they're born...

Like the materialisation of a dream,
of an apparition, of a paradise.

Like Acapulco.

The kids are looking for something
stimulating, that opens their minds.

Opens their minds?
An escape from reality.

Remember what you said at university?

Drugs bored you with their paradise,
you were looking for awareness.

We're not living in the age
of paradise anymore.

- What's wrong?
- I got scared.

- Crowds always frighten me.
- How come?

You contradict yourself, it's a harmless crowd,
enthusiastic, and young,

All hunting their idols.

As our friend the poet says, they're
free spirits looking for a new paradise.

What can you tell me about
professor Gam?

Nothing.

He worked for my father at the
pharmaceutical company.

I know, but how did
he behave towards you?

My father's friends have always
been extremely courteous to me!

You're avoiding my question.
When did you last see him?

- I don't remember, does it matter?
- It matters a great deal.

Your father saved him from a trial bringing
him here from Switzerland under a false name...

and he wasn't just an associate,
he's your mother's brother, your uncle.

- Don't tell me you didn't know.
- You're trying to confuse me.

His real name is Fritz Wolfer.
They arrested him this morning.

I wanted to warn you before
you read it in the papers.

Your father knew too much
about professor Gam...

and Gam knows a lot more
about your father's killers.

As soon as you get more, the quality
gets worse and prices go sky high.

And it isn't the same heroin as before,
kids today are ruining the market.

I'm still not that good
at breaking into cars.

I break the glass, unlock it,
and open the door.

Yes, there are better ways,
but it takes practice.

I haven't been doing it long,
but I can't complain...

- I've always got money for drugs.
- Thanks, Jim.

That program, you still interested?

- How long have you been taking drugs?
- A year.

That's better.

Like the materialisation of a dream,
of an apparition, of a paradise...

Like Acapulco!

- Wait here for me, I'll call you.
- Okay.

So, to make money, I started sleeping
with my classmates, or their friends.

I was sixteen at the time
and I came from a good family.

I was very young but I had a good body,
even the old folks stopped to look at me.

I even got tired of
dealing after about a week.

Anyway, I couldn't keep
giving away it away.

It took quite a few weeks to move it.

But I was an addict,
I couldn't live without it.

I was tired of cigarettes...

Who is it?
Lawyer...

How did it go?

Very good.

Did he talk?
Did he give you any information?

- Just one word: Acapulco.
- Where does Mexico fit in?

Judging by what happened to him,
it must be about Tollman.

- I'm guessing she's there.
- What did Gordon know about her?

He knew everything.

That anonymous letter about
the Nirvana Loft.

- Well?
- He sent it.

Who have we got in Acapulco?

Colonel Mendoza,
he'll be your contact.

- You thought of a cover?
- Airline pilot.

See those tables over there.
The tall guy, he's a Rothschild.

There's another millionaire
behind him, under the umbrella.

Two millionaires in one square meter.

- Then he must be a flying millionaire.
- You bet!

Do you want me to pass your
message on to Colonel Mendoza?

- I don't know any Mendoza.
- What's your plan for today?

Today?
I'm going to be a millionaire.

If I knew why you're here in
Acapulco I could be of some use...

I've got contacts in the FBI
and I have a lot of connections.

- It's just a simple tourist trip.
- There are some great places here.

Want me to show you around?

- Ever been shark fishing?
- Never been fishing in my life.

No?
It's easy.

I didn't know how either,
I learnt in one day.

- Really.
- I'd like to learn to fish shark.

- When do you fish, at night?
- No, at dawn.

My boat is anchored down
there, at the end of the beach.

You're more than welcome.

- Tomorrow morning okay?
- Perfect.

- Time?
- At six, on the beach.

I'll be waiting.

- What have you got?
- It's the party brochure, sir.

It's the Day of the Dead.

Sorry, I have to be up early,
I'm going fishing.

The shark is a dangerous fish.

Sailfish is safer, which you fish at ten,
leaving from the harbour.

It's on Pelican Island,
two miles from the bay.

There are usually two guards, dangerous
types, but they won't bother you...

We arrested them this morning,
but we'll have to release them...

- So make it quick.
- And the girl, how is she?

From what I hear,
she doesn't want to leave.

They must have scared her.

Don't worry if you see any fishing
boats around the island, I sent them.

You can count on them,
but only in an absolute emergency.

Officially, the Mexican government
doesn't want to get involved.

- And Fanny's parents?
- More scared than her.

- You'll wait for me on shore?
- Only for two hours.

- Two hours?
- Let's say two Mexican hours.

Captain Berin, why upset her
with more questions?

We brought her here to
get her away from all that.

- We need to punish those responsible.
- What are you talking about?

Everyone knows it was an accident.
You tell him, John.

I don't need explanations, this house
is nothing more than a prison for you.

But there's no need to be afraid
anymore, Mac Brown is dead...

and professor Gam can't
touch you, he's been arrested.

Officially, for illegal entry
into the USA...

but in reality because he's suspected
of carrying out illegal operations...

on the eyes and brains of children.

One of them being your daughter.

If Fanny doesn't testify
he'll be released.

Is that what you want?

Brown's death and Gam's
arrest don't mean anything...

There are other Brown's and
other Gam's behind them.

- We're not alone either.
- Daddy, mummy...

Who's here with you?
Who are you talking to?

We have a visitor, Fanny.
A friend.

- Why didn't you call me?
- He just arrived, from New York.

It's the first time someone's come
to visit and you didn't tell me.

Who is it?
Is it someone I know?

- You know you play very well.
- Are you really interested in music?

Tell me why you wanted
to be alone with me?

Like that,
just to chat a little.

To get to know you.

- What are you looking for?
- Your face, Paul.

- I want to see if it resembles your voice.
- It's very ugly, full of wrinkles.

Why are you lying to me?
It's beautiful, just like your voice.

It's the first time I've heard that.

- What colour are your eyes?
- I'll have to check my passport.

But they're not as beautiful as yours.

What are you saying,
yours see, mine are dead!

Yours could see as well, if we
can figure out what caused it.

Listen to me.

I came here for you.
We can help you if you'll help us.

- Don't you trust me?
- You're all the same!

You only want to question me,
or show me your pity.

I've had enough of your pity!

Why do you say that?
I don't get it.

You've got your parents,
your friends.

My parents,
what should they do?

Abandon me on the street like a dog?

And my friends,
Where are my friends?

- Hovering around me like flies.
- I didn't mean them.

They weren't friends.

There must be others like you.

I don't have any friends here,
I'm alone, locked in here, always alone!

Go on, tell me!
Am I so ugly?

What does a man feel for a blind girl?
Disgust? Pity?

What do you feel?
Tell me, look at me.

Tell me you're looking at me.
Tell me what I look like.

Tell me what you're thinking.
Please!

Please!

- Frank, dear.
- What did you call me?

Your name's Frank, I recognised
your voice immediately.

When you questioned me
in New York last year...

I fell in love with you,
from your voice.

- Why wouldn't you answer my questions?
- I was scared of Dan Carbo.

He kept telling me he'd put me in an
asylum for drug addicts if I talked.

And Mac Brown said the same
thing, that dirty pig.

- Why a pig?
- He was always touching me.

Once, when we were alone
in the house...

he took me upstairs and undressed me,
so I scratched his face.

- Tell me about the light?
- What light?

That I would never see my mother
or father again if I told anyone.

- And King Tabu?
- He's the one who got the girls.

One night he brought a girl younger
than me, she said she was only eleven.

- I couldn't bear it.
- What was her name?

I don't remember.
I only saw her once.

Then she fell ill
so King Tabu took her away.

Parker.

Rocco.

Parker.

Parker will take Mac Brown's
place at the head of the table.

Rocco, you will sit on my right.

Friends, Gam will be released
tomorrow on bail.

They haven't got much on him
but he's a liability to us.

It can't go to trial,
but eliminating him is risky.

But protecting him is even riskier.

You'll deal with him, Barry.
I want him out of the way.

He must disappear.

Now let's move on to a more
pressing concern, Captain Berin.

I don't see any alternative.
He must be eliminated.

And Dan Carbo will be responsible.

Henry, you'll send me the man
I need from Boston.

There's one more problem.
What about Monica?

Her determination to find the man who
killed her father might be valid...

but she's convinced only Captain
Berin can do it, and that isn't right.

We were supposed to
take care of that.

The dead don't count,
think of the living.

I'll settle things with Monica.

It's me, Monica, I've been
looking for you since this morning.

What is it?
Something wrong?

I'm scared, they've called in a hitman,
from out of town.

- Who called him?
- I can't tell you that.

You don't know why?
Why did they call him?

Can you hear me?

I'm frightened.

Frank, I don't want to end
up like my father.

- What do you mean?
- Yes, I'm sure it was them.

- Them? Who?
- I've got no-one to protect me.

No, Monica, if they called in
a hitman it's not for you, it's for me...

but you need to get out
of New York right now!

Can you hear me?

- No, Steve, I need to do this alone.
- What if it's for you?

No, it's for me.
I knew it was coming.

They wouldn't bring in
a hitman for Monica.

How will you find him in a
city with ten million people?

I have an advantage, he doesn't
know I'm looking for him...

so don't worry about me,
and send me what I asked for.

- What if I need to contact you?
- I'll find you.

Just spread the word I've moved the
investigation to Greenwich village.

- But you're going alone?
- Don't worry.

What matters is that they
know I'm in the Village.

Okay, but give me time to find
two I can send you, they don't fly.

No? Then they'd better learn.
I want them here in half an hour.

Whore!
You'll pay for this!

No-one leaves Dan Carbo!

No-one!

Whore!

I'll make you pay!

Come on.

Move it.

- Any news?
- We got the ones who burnt the Negro.

- How many?
- Four of them, loaded on drugs.

- And Monica Brown?
- No sign of her.

- Dan Carbo is also looking for her.
- We need to find her first.

- We're doing what we can.
- What about Fanny?

Nothing new, they gave her a poodle
and it's all she thinks about.

- Good, it's better she's distracted.
- I'm not so sure, the name she gave it.

- Which is?
- Frank, like you!

Have you spread the word
that I'm in the Village?

You bet!

I said you're hanging out at the Nirvana
Loft, Cerebrum, 13 Little Indians...

- and some other clubs.
- Good.

Now listen carefully...

Round up twenty of our reporters
at headquarters, the best...

and send them to this area.

They have to photograph the people on the
street, the bars, the clubs, everywhere...

and the more they rebel,
the more photos they take.

I want thousands
of photos by tomorrow.

Above all, close-ups.

If something comes up, maintain
contact in the usual way.

Let's go.
Throw me out.

- Shall we put him with the others?
- No, let him go.

- Got a cigarette?
- I don't have any, I finished them.

It doesn't matter,
let's have some fun upstairs.

- I see you don't like queers.
- Never before dinner.

My friend's in a hurry,
you've got 24 hours.

Hurry up, Billy, and look
out for the photographers.

Hey, brother.

We were starting to worry.
What happened to you?

Ask the cops who picked me up.

Cops?
That's why we're asking you.

Careful, brothers, I have the
honour of introducing Captain Berin!

King of the drug squad!

The monk wants to be
a Flying Devil...

and hang around with
the little Indians!

Come on, Julie, give him a kiss.

The old Irishman is having one of his turns,
you're the only one who can calm him.

Matron needs you immediately.
These gentlemen will accompany you.

- I'll take your place.
- Thanks, Jenny, but keep reading...

or he'll wake up
and be a real nuisance.

Mind he doesn't touch you!

Come forward, beautiful.

Dirty pigs!
What do you want from me?

Stop it!
Don't shout!

- Dirty pigs!
- I told you to stop!

Enough!

There's a friend of yours who's very
close to you, so don't be afraid.

We'll take good care of you, dear.

Go away!
Don't touch me!

I understand, it wasn't fair to leave
you all alone, abandoned like that.

You don't even know my name!

- I'm Monica Brown!
- How cute.

Sure we know, and that's precisely why
we're keeping you here like treasure.

Allow me to introduce
my niece, Marianne.

You'll have the same obedience and
respect for her as you do for me...

and also for those two boys.

You'll be respectful and docile.

Let go of me!

I'll give you a million dollars
if you let me go!

- A million dollars.
- A million dollars!

You know that's quite a sum.

Yes, but we wouldn't have time
to spend it all, it's so much!

Did you order the photos
of Greenwich Village?

Who's speaking?

I've got an interesting set.

Bring them immediately.

You'll have them tomorrow,
first post, but I want the full price.

You photographed me!

Stop!

What are you waiting for, whore?
Come on!

- You can't make me wait!
- A little patience.

Come on, don't be cheeky.

Can't you see I'm reading?
Give me a moment, dear.

What am I going to do with you?

You really are impatient.

We're making progress.

Your friend will be very
pleased when we tell him.

Steady, dear.
And that...

is for calling me a whore.

But I didn't expect it from Carbo.

When someone's given a task
they can't mess up.

Since Carbo got together with Monica
he's been thinking through his balls.

In my time, I would have done
worse for a broad...

but I never caused trouble for
the organization over a slut!

But Dan made her pay,
he dealt with her.

But he should've dealt with Berin, not
that whore, and Berin is still alive.

- And Fanny Tollman is alive.
- And Gam is still in jail.

Three orders, three failures.

And that's why Parker
isn't head of the table anymore.

But can we really blame
it all on him?

When Mac Brown was head of the table
and we had to get rid of Berin...

- he talked to the Governor.
- The Governor won't open his mouth again.

Either way, Parker
recognizes his mistakes.

He's in a hotel, ready to take
orders from the majority.

Henry, you know me,
I don't like criticising anyone...

- but you know what I think?
- Go on, Mike, spit it out.

I've got nothing to say
if you're going to be like that.

Well, King, who was the eleven
year old girl you took to Dan Carbo?

Go to hell.

Give me a drink.

I'm thirsty.

More...

Feeling better now?
Good, let's talk about that girl.

Tell me who she was?
I want a name!

- Her name?
- Lucille.

Her surname?

Lucille Bolland.

Lucille Bolland, age 11, found dead
on the Jersey City freeway a year ago.

Case unsolved.

Thanks.

Where's my lawyer?

I hate executions
but I'll come running to yours.

It's quite clear, that last shot was
the photographer's death sentence.

But it was also his killer's
death sentence.

Print up a thousand copies and
distribute them to all the patrols...

Airports, subways, railway
stations, and also our informants.

- Did you put him in room 27?
- Yes, that's the one.

He should be upstairs,
he came back an hour ago.

- Are you sure?
- Did you see him leave?

No, I was here all the time,
I didn't see him.

- Is he alone?
- Yes, he's always alone.

- Which floor?
- The fifth, down the corridor on the right.

Let's go, Brook.

They're on to me.
If it wasn't for that damned photographer.

Porter.

The room's empty.
Is there another way out?

He may have come this way,
he never makes a sound when he leaves.

Don't touch anything in his
room until forensics get here.

I'll leave two men outside.

If you see him leave,
go outside and blow your nose.

That will be the signal for my agents.

Just don't arouse his suspicion,
he's a murderer.

I'm just glad that lunatic
brother of yours isn't here.

I bet he's still at the bar
with those other dropouts.

Go call him.
Find an excuse to keep him there.

Wait, Milly, don't let him
know what's happening, got it?

Okay, uncle.

Make a sound and I'll kill you.

Do as I say.

Uncle Norman.

- What is it?
- It's Bobby, he wants to talk to you.

I'm coming.

Open your mouth, you're dead.
I warn you, one wrong move...

and I'll kill you like two dogs!

Now walk in front of me.
Come on, turn around!

Help!

- You're sure there's no other way out?
- No, I checked, that's the only exit.

Where are you?

Answer me.

Who's speaking?

Damn it.

- Miami Hotel.
- It's Carbo, is Mr. Parker there?

No, Mr. Carbo,
Mr. Parker is still out.

Didn't he tell you when
he was coming back?

I'm sorry, Mr. Carbo,
he didn't say.

Call the Palm Beach Club
and ask for Parker...

and if he isn't there
ask for Rocco!

New York here,
put me through to Mr. Parker.

On behalf of Mr. Carbo.

He isn't there.

Then put me through to Mr. Rocco.

No, thanks, it doesn't matter.
I'll call back.

They're not there.

- Have you heard?
- Yes, chief.

Dan Carbo's suicide explains everything.

I wouldn't believe it was suicide
even if I'd been present.

Well, Freeman, what did you
find out from the autopsy?

It appears to confirm
the suicide hypothesis.

And the on the death
of Monica Brown?

Heroin overdose,
the cut wrists did the rest.

She left a note.

- Where are we with Descoe?
- So far, nothing concrete.

The man's desperate.

My plan is to place our finest
marksmen, at various strategic points.

Ready to take him out,
before he finds another victim.

Killing Billy Descoe would
be a mistake.

It would mean burying
my investigation forever.

Don't you think he represents
a danger for everyone?

Unfortunately it's a risk
we have to take.

Billy Descoe might be the last link in
a chain of great responsibilities.

We must bring him in alive, even if we
have to mobilise all our patrols.

- What about public opinion?
- The press can only approve.

I appreciate your zeal.

Bring him in alive,
but let's avoid more victims.

One thing excludes the other.

Two sightings, one on 33rd,
and Central Park.

He'd have to be a ghost to be in
all the places they're telling us.

We might have him, it looks like
he's heading for Central Station.

It was predictable,
he can only hide in a crowd.

There are at least 30,000 people
around Central Station at this hour.

He'll try to mix with the
travellers and get a train.

If he enters the station
we'll have to let him go.

Right.

Billy Descoe is in front of us.

We're following him.

There are too many people.
It's impossible to try anything.

All we can do is wait for
the right moment.

Park Avenue crossroads on 52nd.

He's stopping at the lights.

Looks like he's going straight.

No, he's changed his mind!
Quick, follow him.

Why did he run?

- We've got contact again.
- How did he get away?

A car got in front of us
and we lost him.

- What car?
- A Cadillac, black.

We'll try to find Billy Descoe again
but there's too much traffic.

Yes?

- Who is it?
- He wants to talk to you.

Put it on the speaker.

Police headquarters,
what do you want?

It's Billy Descoe.

I warn you, I'm armed,
and I'll take you on!

There's no point hunting me
because you'll never take me alive...

but if you don't stop,
I swear I'll kill the next person I see!

You've been warned.

...machine-gunned from a black car,
and they managed to get away.

- Will they catch them?
- I don't know.

- You've earned yourself a vacation.
- I thought so, it's already started.

Earned a vacation...
I've earned a long vacation.

I'm making progress.

Last time they liquidated me to block an
inquest into a gentleman called Mac Brown.

But I came out of it with
my hands clean.

What was the use of
getting blood on my hands?

A pointless murder.
Everything will continue like before...

and I'll leave without
remorse or fear...

because, of all the unpunished
murders in this country...

no-one will ever have the
courage to look for the culprit.

Subtitled by Ellis Dee
Sponsored by Sandoz - July 2013