All language subtitles for Mil Millones Para Una Rubia

Italian Passport.
Short black wig.

Suit no 3.
Brown contact lenses.

Open after
crossing the border.

Destination: Paris.
Change car twice. Last time in Lyon.

Parking: Av. Le Clerc.
Slot 127. White Peugeot 404.

"To be opened in Paris".

Redhead. Name: Coco Minard.
Suit no 7.

After contacting the
man in the picture,

take him to Paris Hilton Hotel,
Room 827, red contact lenses.

Gaston Lei.
Industrial businessman. 52 years old.

My darling, my darling...

- My Teddy bear wants to play?
- Indeed I do.

- What do you want to play?
- Brigitte, I know you're there.

- My husband.
- Open up immediately.

Out of the window. Come.
Out of the window...

No use hiding.
I know you are with another man.

- I'll kill you.
- It's raining.

- I'll kill you both.
- Take the umbrella.

Open up, in the name of the law.
Brigitte, open up immediately.

Open up or I'll slam the door.
Open up.

Brigitte, I know you are there.
Open up immediately.

Can you call a taxi, please?

Thanks.

Funny thing. Today, beauty
has another meaning for me.

It used to be something
fleeting and unreachable,

but now I feel as if I can
take hold of it and keep it.

Of course you can.
You are a great artist.

No, I'm not one yet.

But now, at least,
I have the chance to become one.

I don't feel like it.

You still didn't speak about
your last trip to Paris.

How was the sale
of those lands?

Everything perfect.
Business is going very well.

Business... that word brings
old memories back to me.

You'll soon be able
to get back to them.

I'll never get rid
of this wheelchair.

We enjoyed ourselves so much back then.

After the accident, you should have
done what any other woman would have done.

Run away from me.

I never told you, but now
I'm happier than I ever was.

Why?

I feel useful.

I have a task:
Taking care of you.

I was just an object before.

Like a decorative figure you
visited from time to time.

I'm happy now too.
I used to feel so tired.

Full of problems
and responsibilities...

But I may be too much
of a burden for you now.

No, you're not.

I'm just giving back a small
portion of what you gave to me.

Excuse me.

A letter for you arrived, madam.

Do you have to leave?

I suppose so, my dear.

Your trips are becoming
more and more frequent.

You arrived just a few days ago,
and you'll leave again tomorrow.

I need to.

Each time you leave, I think:
Will she meet other men?

Will she have fun with them?
Would they desire her?

Don't say that.

I know I can't blame you,
but if I'd ever know you...

To be opened en route.
Top secret.

Javier Echevarría.
Neurologist. 42 years old.

León Urrutia.
Jeweller. 45 years old.

This will be mission No.5.

The previous ones
were just a training.

You may have opened
the last envelope by now.

Take a look at the two
men in the pictures.

They both have the
same weakness: women.

You must impress them.

You must create expectations,
but don't let them reach you.

In the 20-page file No.3, you
will find all the info you need:

Topics to tackle,
dresses to wear...

Strictly adhere to my instructions
and pay close attention.

Don't use blue lenses today.
Just show your grape juice green eyes.

Are you happy with
me, Mr. Decker?

When will I meet you?

- I admire you so much.
- You can't fail.

This mission is the most important one.
Perhaps the last one.

Our prize will be: One billion.
Over.

One billion.

URRUTIA
Jewellery

I wouldn't buy emeralds.

Why not?

Your eyes are much
more beautiful than that.

Your necklace
would go unnoticed.

So what do you recommend, then?

A woman like you
doesn't need jewels.

You must be Mr. Urrutia.

A simple employee
wouldn't dare to talk like that.

My name is Desiree Charlier.

A perfect name.

Dr. Echevarría's wife.

Even the most beautiful diamond
has some kind of imperfection.

I must confess I
have a little bad habit.

Can you guess?

I can't, but I hope it's the
same little bad habit I have too.

Jewels. I love them.
They overwhelm me.

I can't help it,
they drive me to distraction.

Sorry to hear that.

They don't mean anything to me.

Mere trifles.

I'll be honest with you.

My husband has
some money available,

and I'd like him to
invest it in jewellery.

Can he deny any wish to you?

Which amount are
we talking about?

I'm not certain.

Around...

one billion.

Jewellery for that kind of investment
is not commonly displayed here.

Follow me, please.

Here you can find the most perfect
jewels you could ever dream of.

These stones speak for themselves,
as your beauty does.

Their value would increase
if you were wearing them.

I want them so badly that it's
like they were mine already.

Wishing it is not enough
to get what you want.

I'll come back with my husband.

I beg your utmost discretion.

I still have to convince him.

How I envy your husband.

My name is Desiree Charlier.
Mr. Urrutia's wife.

Urrutia, the jeweller?

Yes, he's my husband and he's the one
who should be here, not me.

I see.

How can I help you?

You see...

Lately, my husband has been...

Are you happily married?

Not completely happy,

but quite happy.

- My husband, lately...
- Any children?

- My husband, lately...
- Normal intimate relations?

You see,

my husband often
grows a rather irritable

and, let's say that

he becomes too unloving.

Mr. Urrutia must be very sick,
don't you think?

What else?

He's suffering from a
persecution mania.

He's always thinking that
someone is going to steal his jewellery,

and he is suspicious
of everybody.

Tell me, why is he not here?

I've tried to convince
him many times,

but he becomes angry whenever he
hears the word "psychiatrist".

I'm worried.

It may be a temporary state,

work overload, fatigue... please let
me know if anything else happens.

It's a relief to know
I can count on you.

Call me anytime.

I'd like to keep
this visit secret.

Is that possible?

Of course.

But...

- For you.
- Thank you kindly, madam.

I'd like to open a current account in
the name of Desiree Charlier de Echevarría.

I want his initials on it.
"J E", Javier Echevarría.

Next Monday is our anniversary.

My husband will
forget about, as usual.

He must be a very busy man.

That's right.

Too busy.

Where shall we meet...

to give you the lighter?

We'll see...

My dear, despite the
distance between us,

I feel so close to you.

It's 7.30 pm.

I'm sure you must be
sitting at your piano now.

Playing Mozart or Liszt...

This new business is marvellous.

Jewellery trading.

I'm planning this transaction
as if it were a battle.

down to the smallest detail.

I came to see you.

But as you're leaving,
we can talk now.

I must meet my husband
at the jewellery.

- Would you mind taking me there?
- Of course.

How is he?

He's getting worse and worse.

He's bringing me very
expensive jewels all the time.

The Imperial 3 necklace,
the Poseidon Diamond...

But the cases are empty.

And then he becomes insane,
and shouts that he's been robbed.

It's really awful.

If you really want my help...

Of course I do.

I'm begging you please, Doctor.

Then I'll have to carry
out a medical examination.

Of course, I understand.

I had thought that...

that the only way he can
agree to this unsuspectingly

is if you phone him,

pretending you're interested
in buying some jewels.

- No problem with that.
- Will you do it?

Will you really do it?

Nobody should see
him entering the clinic.

There are already
rumours about his illness.

Don't worry. I'll give instructions for
him to be taken to my office directly.

Your husband?

It's a pleasure
to see you again.

I presume you have
convinced your husband.

Almost.

That man was your husband?

Correct.

Let's see how the lighter looks.

Perfect.

Why did you bother to come?

I would have brought
it to you personally.

I need you for
other higher things.

My husband will probably
call you tomorrow.

He wants to see the jewels.

Would you mind
taking them to the clinic?

- I will go with you.
- Of course, no problem with that.

How's things, Echevarría?

Excuse me, are you Dr. Echevarría?

I'm Urrutia, the jeweller.

We met just one hour
ago, when you were with...

Yes. What a coincidence.

- I was going to call you tomorrow.
- Really?

Is there something
wrong with your foot?

No. Nothing.

I see.

You probably have a pain
in the back of your neck,

and you feel better doing
that little work out, right?

No, I'm in no pain.

You said you were
going to call me.

Yes. I would like
to buy some jewels.

That's a really good idea, Doctor.

I'm sure you'll
love my collection.

You continue doing that
movement with your fingers.

- So what?
- Do you know what that means?

There's a pressure
in the back of your neck.

No. I swear I don't feel
any pain in the back of my neck.

Is this yours?

Why did you do that?

I'm sorry. I couldn't resist.
Just a professional habit.

Well, then...
it's been a pleasure.

I'm expecting you
tomorrow at 6, at my clinic.

- Where's my car.
- In the garage.

The theft device stalled.

- Give it to me, please.
- Here you are.

Please take a seat.
He won't be long.

Put them on the table, please.

I can't wait to see my jewels.

They're wonderful.
I can't wait any longer.

Do you mind if I take
them to my husband?

It won't be easy for him
to say no if we're alone.

As you wish.

- Dr. Echevarría, please.
- He's in his office.

Would you mind giving
this to him, please?

And please tell him
Mr. Urrutia is waiting for him.

- The garage, please?
- That way.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Isn't your wife
coming with you?

My wife?

No.
Where's yours?

I'm not married.

- I understand...
- Did you like the jewels?

Well, I couldn't say for certain.

But I think the price...
One billion, is that right?

- Exactly.
- ...is disproportionate.

You're an expert, so, how
much would you ask for this?

My jewels.
They stole my jewels.

They stole my jewels.
It was her.

Who, Mr. Urrutia?
Your wife?

- It was her.
- Take him away.

She stole my jewels.
She stole them.

- Calm yourself.
- I'm not married.

I can't be calm.
My jewels have been stolen.

Let go of me.

One billion
pesetas, doctor.

Let go of me.

Call the police.
Don't just stand there.

They stole my jewels.
It's one billion.

Let go of me.

I must find her.
She stole them.

She stole them.

Police.

My dear Terence. Everything is fine.
I hope to be with you again soon.

I miss you so much in this
cold and ruthless business world.

It's 6.30pm. You must be in the
garden, finishing your latest painting.

Don't forget your pills.

The pink ones in the morning,
and the blue ones in the evening.

And don't overlook your
recovery exercises either.

And please don't sleep with your
windows open, or else you'll get a cold.

Excuse me, Monsignor.

I long to be at your
side to take care of you,

but I still need a few
days to finish this job.

I'm flying off to Geneva today.

You're under arrest.

You'd better not offer
any resistance, sir.

You promised you wouldn't
beat them so hard.

I warned you. They don't
have enough experience.

I need men prepared
to fight the underworld.

If I were a criminal,

those men would be dead
or badly injured by now.

Since you're just a lieutenant,
they'll just need five weeks to recover.

If you want success, I must
choose my men personally.

Congratulations.
I really enjoyed your demonstration.

And I'd like to talk
to you in private.

- Will you follow me?
- Of course.

Slowly, be careful...

Thank you. I don't.

I don't. Thank you.

I sure you must
have some weakness.

Women, perhaps?

I like them, but I don't think of them as a
weakness.

Of that I'm convinced.

Myself, I love that sort of minor weakness.

I must admit I can't
live without them.

That's your problem.

Mr. Holmes, you're said to belong
to a kind of man which is nearly extinct.

The incorruptible ones.

You defend the law, not as
a simple duty,

but as a priesthood instead.

My father used to say:

The law is the only
thing that matters.

Anything that goes beyond it
must be destroyed, annihilated.

I agree with him.

You see, Mr. Holmes,

I'm the director, manager
and main shareholder

of an important
insurance company.

A few days ago, an important
jewel theft took place in Madrid.

And if they don't show up...

my company would have
the unpleasant obligation,

of paying the amount
of one billion pesetas.

which exchanged to pounds,

amount to approximately...

Some 6 million, two hundred
and fifty thousand.

A very annoying issue.

Indeed.

So what do you want from me?

Simple. If you manage to
recover those jewels,

I'm offering you 10% of it all.

That is to say, £625,000.

I'll do it,

but not for the money.

Paid expenses and the usual
allowances in a foreign country.

My father used to say:

Smash evil wherever you find it,

expecting no reward.

I would have loved
to meet your father.

Well Mr. Holmes,

this is a very
complicated mission.

A beautiful lady, a jeweller
and a psychiatrist.

Jewellers and psychiatrists...

just the kind of people I dislike.

So you don't have a
duplicate of the jewels?

I don't.

Why?

Just because.

They were unique items.

Some jewellers make rhinestones
of the jewels they sell.

- Lieutenant...
- Speak when you're spoken to.

My jewels are insured.

I didn't feel the need
to make duplicates.

So you didn't feel the need?

And it looks like you didn't
feel the need to request reports

about a certain unknown lady...

...who came into your shop...

...with the humble pretension
of acquiring jewels worth a billion.

I never doubted she
was Dr. Echevarría's wife.

She also signed a cheque
for me as Dr. Echevarría's wife.

Didn't you suspect her when
she left with the cases?

Didn't you find it strange?

No, not at all.

You're a psychiatrist,
aren't you?

That's right.

How much time do you need to
assess a patient's mental state?

Normally, you can see any
sign of alteration at first sight.

When you met Mr. Urrutia, did you
consider him to be a normal person?

Lieutenant Holmes, I'm absolutely
convinced that there's no such thing

as a normal individual.

We all have some kind of
weakness in our brain.

You, for example.

What's wrong with me?

You work under
excessive pressure.

You spend too little energy.

You need a better escape valve...

than just swinging your key chain.

Please disregard your diagnosis.
I'm perfectly fine.

You kept Mr. Urrutia, a healthy man,
locked up for two days.

And that prevented him
from reporting the theft.

It may sound right to you.

Not to me.

At least you'll be able to provide
a detailed description of the woman.

Tall and slim.

Five foot eight.

A blonde.

She'd wear her hair up.

Very big, green
emerald slanting eyes.

Her eyes were
more like grape juice.

Small nose, to ease
contact with her lips.

Her mouth was perfect...

You should have seen her smile.

She won't feel like
smiling when I catch her.

I wonder where she is now.

What must she be doing now?

She's not enjoying herself,
that's for certain.

She knows she's being
relentlessly pursued and chased...

She feels in constant danger.

Her nervous system
shattered by fear.

I have 15 years
experience in this job.

Believe me.

The offender can never rest.

A real Ming.
24th Dynasty.

You must be Madame Chantal.

I was actually looking
for a 16th Dynasty Ming.

These are very hard to find.

There's always a chance.
Especially here, in Geneva.

But you have to be patient and
wait for the appropriate time.

I'm a very patient person...

when I need to be.

Mr. Decker, in Amsterdam,
said you could help me.

He phoned me last night.
How was your journey?

Any complications?

So, did you bring
Renoir's 'Jewel Lady'?

I'll try to find a buyer
for your painting.

But it's very difficult,
with such a high price.

It will be easy for you.

It's a wonderful painting.

Keep your distance
with your left.

That's it.
Keep your distance.

Protect your liver.

Move your legs, that's it.

Your legs.
Prepare for one-two.

One with your left, two with your right.
One more time.

That's it. One-two, one-two...
Keep your distance...

That's it.

What are you doing here?
Can't you see we're working?

- Are you the "Butterfly"?
- Yes, and I've no idea why they call me that.

What do you want, young man?

The 'mouse' from London sent me.

I don't know any mouse.

Think harder.

You worked together in 1968.

Who are you anyway?

Did you hear about
the stolen jewellery?

One billion worth.

I don't know anything about that.
Go away.

Boys.

Tell him to beat it.

Here's my address.

If your contacts tip you off about
any fence trying to buy jewellery...

just call me.

You better do it.
Don't forget.

What just happened?

See, that's how you
do the one-two combo.

Is that packaging safe enough?

It's completely safe.

Could it be delivered
to the wrong person?

Each container has a number.

Yours is 499, and is the same
number written on your receipt.

It's a piece of cherished furniture.
Family heirloom, you know?

Don't worry.
It'll be safer than at home.

Please sign here.

So, you're Barney Holmes.
From England.

I quite like English people...

Police, and
many other things...

What have you got?

You really hurt my
little chaps the other day.

They bear you no grudge, but
they'll throw a couple of fights.

Is that enough?

You're not being exactly generous.

Look at you...

What have you got?

My friends in Amsterdam
informed me via Paris.

The lot will be sold soon.

Where?

What if I don't tell you?

As you wish.

Don't be a brute.
Geneva, man, Geneva.

Ruffian.

Your silence is an omen
of bad news, Mr. Holmes.

My poor heart can't
stand it.

Please tell me something.

They didn't report the
robbery for two days.

Do you know what a
blonde, green-eyed woman

with one billion worth
in jewellery can do?

Many things, unfortunately.

She can hide
anywhere in the world.

She can disassemble the jewels,

carve them, and sell them.

Please don't go on.

I think you'd better abandon
all hope, Mr. Stanley.

I'm sorry. I've decided
to return to London.

There must be something
that can be done about it.

My father used to say:

If you can't do useful things,

at least try not to
do useless things.

But you still have something to do.

First meeting with a buyer,

The price has been already set.
Demand small bills,

dollars, and Swiss francs.
Time: 2.30am.

Place: 'Banana Boulevard'
at the park.

Please Mr. Decker.
Will I see you in person?

You said this would
be the last mission,

but I'd like to continue
working with you.

I believe you must
be a wonderful man...

My share is still 60%.

Transfer will be made to the
usual account in Amsterdam. Over.

Here's the report on that
woman's daily activities in Geneva.

She rented the No.8 small mansion.

We found a prospective buyer.

We arranged a first,
non-biding contact.

He's in the car waiting for you .

Is there anything wrong?
You look nervous.

Aren't you?

Why should I?
Mr. Decker has everything planned.

A man or a woman?

A man.

Young or old?

Young, but...

Everything will be fine.
Don't fret.

You have the goods?

Yes, I do.

- Plastic surgery?
- I beg your pardon?

Have the jewels been reshaped?

No, no surgery whatsoever.

I'm ready to pay
the stated price.

In cash.
Small bills.

Dollars and Swiss francs.

I'll have to check
the gems first.

Do you like horse racing?

Only when I bet and I win.

Saturday at the racetrack.
Covered grandstand. Gate C.

Come alone.

I always work alone.

That's a shame.

A stranger's voice in
the dark is a mystery.

You can never guess
what kind of man he may be.

I trust we'll have the chance
to talk in the darkness again.

You never know.

What is the colour of your eyes?

Blue.

Can't you see?

Covered grandstand. Gate C.

Alone.

Your feet are very small.

You were starting to undress.

- You can carry on.
- I'm not in a hurry.

Something has changed in you.

You mean my back?

Or my face?

Your eyes have
a different colour.

They rest on Friday nights...

But if you prefer
my real ones...

Just wonderful.

Yes, I prefer these ones.

How did you find me?

When you came to see
me with your husband,

I hired a man to follow you.

Were you suspecting anything?

Right from the very first day.
You must admit I helped you a lot.

I locked up the jeweller
so you could fly away.

So kind of you.

I should thank you for it.

Or perhaps you need
something else?

Am I correct?

Perhaps.

How much, for instance?

Do you know what I
thought when I first saw you?

It doesn't bother me either way.

The jewels.

They were so easy to find.

What did you think
when you first saw me?

"I'd love this woman
to get closer to me,

put her arms around me...

and kiss me".

Is that so?

Out of the blue?

Yes, and I still feel that way.

Do you realise you're
in my hands now?

Just a phone call
to the police and...

And now let's talk business.

- I'm in your hands.
- Not yet.

I offer you 20%.

Do you know what I
thought the second time?

30%.

I thought that it would be a
shame if she'd just kiss me.

I'd love to make love to her.

40%.

That's the best I can do.

Can I go on
unzipping your dress?

My dear, things
are getting difficult.

This isn't turning out quite
the way I had planned.

I imagine you must be at
the library, with your books now...

She's so clueless.

That gives me the
courage to carry on.

No hard sacrifice will bring me down.

Whatever happens,
I'll be there with you.

I want to be taking
care of you, always.

My dear Terence, I think...

I must stop writing now.

It just struck me now ... yes.

I've got something
really important to do now.

Goodbye, Terence.
Goodbye.

Why didn't he show up?

Why?

He's trying to confuse you.

Jewels are like a
delayed-action bomb.

They become increasingly dangerous
with every passing second.

He wants you to lose control,

so you will get rid of
them carelessly.

But we're not going
to lose control.

Did he strike you as
a dangerous man?

No man looks dangerous to me.

- Not even me?
- Well, you do look dangerous.

How could you get in
touch with him again?

Don't worry.
Mr. Decker will arrange everything.

And how do you get in touch
with that mysterious Mr. Decker?

He always finds me.
Messages, phone calls...

- From Amsterdam?
- Or Geneva, Paris, London...

He travels widely.

What is the meaning
of this lighter?

A woman must give a present
to her husband from time to time.

Those initials and the cheque I signed
made a big impression on poor Urrutia.

You can keep it.
I bought it for you.

You could be Mr. Decker too.

Why didn't you meet
me at the racecourse?

I actually was
there and saw you.

Your tartan dress was beautiful,
but you didn't come alone.

Why didn't you
follow my instructions?

Alright.
I'll give you another chance.

Tomorrow. 9am.
Natural History Museum.

As you can see, there are
no witnesses at this hour...

save for the skeletons.

Did you bring the jewels?

Here they are.

These animals lived
in a remarkable world.

Have you noticed?

No, not really.

They are defeated,

but they don't look humiliated.

Not like you or me.

What are we missing?

We are the winners, but
we are humiliated.

By laws, norms, prejudice...

...rules.

All of that, as a whole,

is limiting our freedom.

I wouldn't trade
places with them.

Last night I started thinking about
how your voice would sound in the dark.

I obsessed over it.

I'm sorry.

Say something.

You must.

Please...
Did you bring the money?

It sounds wonderful.
Do you remember my voice?

- Close your eyes.
- Please.

Do as I tell you.

Close your eyes.

I can only keep this emerald.

The other jewels are false.

They're false.
Completely false.

Pig.

He lied when he said he
hadn't made any duplicates.

I'm pleased to see
you again anyway.

So are we, aren't we?

While in Geneva we
felt the urge to see you,

so we left everything
behind to meet you here.

I knew that sooner or later you would
discover that the jewels were fake,

But I never thought you'd come
to reproach me for it in person.

I didn't count on you, Doctor.

What made you wonder?

Sheer chance.

A little something.

The lighter.

Exactly.

A wife never gives
the same present twice.

And then, I thought of cheating the
person who was trying to cheat me.

Did you get the insurance's
payment already?

What if we share
it into equal parts?

It wouldn't be fair.

I would have to reshape
them and they'd lose their value.

I suggest 50% for me
and 25% for both of you.

Alright, profit is secondary
among gentlemen.

- That's fine.
- Sounds good.

Can you pour another
one for me, please?

You.

What is he doing here?
How did he get in?

Simple.
Care to explain it to her?

What do you have
to explain to me?

This all looks unconvincing to me.

This man is the Geneva fence.

He told me the
jewels were false.

He's a policeman.
Lieutenant Barney Holmes. Interpol.

You're all under arrest, charged for
defrauding an insurance company.

You are a lieutenant?

You're from the Interpol?

He cheated me.

He lied to me.
What a fraud.

He made me believe that...

I suppose you can prove
such an accusation.

Of course.

You signed a statement claiming
that there were no duplicate jewels.

And then there's this.

I know the exact place
where you hid them.

Is that enough evidence for you?

One more drink?

Teetotaller?

There's no point in
denying the evidence.

He's been the
cleverest of the lot.

That's what my
father always said.

I suppose it would be useless to
try and explain that it all was...

...like a game.

There has been no
wrongdoing of any kind.

You'll have to convince
Mr. Stanley about that.

We're all civilised here.

And needless to say, we're
ready to pay for our mistakes.

I'm also ready to pay.

My father used to say:

"You do the crime,
you do the time".

Anyway, my insurance
will cover any risk.

You have no scruples.

You're all despicable.

I knew you'd try to bribe me.

And I knew I
would accept, any...

reasonable proposal.

Four equal parts, for example?

Hello, who's calling?
What?

It was the Police.

They said there was
a fire in a warehouse.

Two boxes were burnt.

And they found the stolen
jewels in one of those boxes.

Now I have to give the
insurance money back.

Are you leaving again?

No, dear.
But tomorrow...

...someone will come to visit us.

Mr. Decker will come to
visit you at 1 PM tomorrow.

Which one of you is Decker?

Please tell me.

Me.

I'm Decker.

Terence.

You can walk.

I've always been able to.

But two years ago,

I got trapped into the
repulsive world of finance.

It almost choked me.

I was tired.

Exhausted.

So I sat down.

But, Terence...

- You are Decker?
- Of course I am.

I sent you a telegram,
signed as 'Desiree',

to make sure you'd
keep the appointment.

A good bait can always
be used for different fish.

I must confess,

that you're the most clumsy, inept and
useless bunch I have ever known.

You ruined a great deal.

However, I think
you have other merits,

and if you obey my
orders without question,

I may give you another chance.

I have the most...

...amazing idea.

The Bank of Spain.