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(soft dramatic music)

(tense orchestral music) (water splashing)

(crowd chattering)

(bell tolling)

(crowd chattering)

(shutter clicking)

(shutter clicking)

(engines rumbling)

(shutter clicking)

(shutter clicking)

(gun blasting) (woman screaming)

(shutter clicking)

(gun blasting)

- Help, help! Get a doctor! (gasps)

(shutter clicking)

Please, do something!

Do something, help me!

- Calm down. - Help me!

Get a doctor!

(crowd chattering)

Oh! (sobbing) (shutter clicking)

(tense music cont.)

(shutter clicking)

(sirens wailing)

(tires screeching)

(footsteps shuffling)

(plane whirring)

(tires screeching)

(dramatic pop music)

- Thank you.

> Cometome

♪ This isn't just a figment of your fantasy ♪

- Thanks. ♪ You know I'm real ♪

♪ But still you seem confused and strange ♪

♪ Your life's been changed ♪

♪ Been changed by Mystere ♪

♪ Tell me how ♪

♪ And does the color of my eyes disturb you now? ♪

♪ You bleed the silence of my touch ♪

♪ That nothing's wrong ♪

♪ So you are gone with Mystere ♪

(engine rumbling)

♪ You, I feel inside of me ♪

♪ Time will stand still ♪

♪ And when your life continues ♪

♪ You'll find out I'm always there

♪ I'm in the open ocean, salted air

(key clinking)

(case clacking)

- (chuckles) Hey, come on.

Don't be so huffy, honey.

I've only been gone a few days.

After all, I need a break too. Hmm?

(cat meowing)

And besides, you little stinker,

what have I done wrong anyway?

I've only been to see my folks. Mm?

Mm.

(robe rustling)

(switch clicking) (machine beeping)

- This is George. I'll call back.

(machine beeping)

I got your number from Miss Pamela.

What about our getting together

when you get back from Paris?

(machine beeping) It's me again, George.

I'll call back. (machine beeping)

- Mink speaking. I need to talk to you.

It's urgent. (machine beeping)

- George, again. I'll ring back.

(upbeat pop music)

(upbeat pop music cont.)

(traffic whirring)

(group chattering)

- Careful.

Hello. - Hi.

(group chattering)

How's business?

- It's a real drag.

Every asshole with a fucking hard-on is in orbit tonight.

And if I don't get some uppers, I'll go apeshit.

(group chattering)

(traffic whirring)

(horn honking)

(window humming)

- Follow me.

(sultry soft jazz music)

- It sure is a nice place.

- Surprised?

- Nothing ever surprises me.

- We haven't discussed money yet.

- We'll get to that later.

- No problem. (Mystere chuckling)

(sultry soft jazz music cont.)

- A lady friend of will soon be arriving.

You will do what I tell you. Exactly.

- I already said, nothing surprises me.

- (chuckles) You know, at a certain age,

complications set in.

- I just love complications.

(man chuckling) (door clicking)

(sultry soft jazz music cont.)

(door thudding)

- Start undressing.

You look great tonight.

- I know.

- I like this black dress.

- I'm not wearing anything under it.

- I love it when you wear black.

(soft jazz music cont.)

Now stroke her.

(woman moaning)

Get dressed.

You'll find 1,000 in your bag.

(traffic whirring)

(crowd chattering)

(lighter clicking)

(horn honking)

(door clicks and thuds)

- (sighs) I've got a customer waiting for us in the hotel.

He wants a little ménage a trois.

- 500 clear, or count me out of it.

- You got it, babe.

That's just what he is laying on each of us.

- What's he like? In three words or less.

- Oh, he's German, rich and fat.

(both laughing)

(engine rumbling)

(doors click and thud)

Excuse me? (key jangling)

- Hmm?

- Mr. Reinhardt.

- I need your documents.

(cash crinkling)

(chuckles) Room 402.

(door clicking)

- Hi.

This is my friend, just in from Paris.

- I just adore French girls.

- Mm. Fantastic.

Heartaches at three o'clock in the morning

can give you insomnia.

(Reinhardt and Mystere chuckling)

(door thudding)

Cash in advance.

That's the rule.

- No Italian lira, only dollars.

- They don't scare us.

Double it and we'll stay the whole night.

- I hate sleeping with people I don't know.

- Whatever turns you on.

So...who have you decided to start with?

- With you and with her.

- Uh-huh. - Not according to me.

- I have paid for two.

That's enough chitchat. Get out of your clothes.

(tense orchestral music) - Oh.

Uh.

(Reinhardt moans and breathes heavily)

(Mystere and Pamela chuckling)

(all moaning)

- Get me a drink.

There's some bourbon out there.

- All right, but save some for me.

(Reinhardt breathing heavily) (Pamela chuckling)

(tense orchestral music cont.)

(bourbon pouring)

(Reinhardt moaning)

(wallet rustling)

(door clicking) (Pamela gasping)

(breathes heavily) How about that Bourbon?

- What's the matter?

Can't you get it up without a drink?

(Reinhardt sighing) (bag rustling)

- He's quick. Just our type of guy.

- (chuckles) Here, Speedy Gonzalez.

- It's the same old story.

All you whores make me sick.

- Let's split.

(bag rustling)

- Listen, babe, I've gotta tell you something.

- What? - Oh, you're gonna be pissed,

but I couldn't help myself.

- Go ahead. I'm cool.

- I shouldn't have, but that guy was a real shit.

(engine rumbling)

- Hey, doll.

- Me? - Yeah, you.

Let's spend the night together.

- First, you tried to run me over,

then you wanna get in my pants.

What do you take me for?

- Would a grand be enough?

- (chuckles) He's taken you for what you are.

- Make it two and you've got me all night.

- You're on, sugar lips. Let's go.

- Follow me.

(engine rumbling)

(door thudding)

- And what am I supposed to do? Fly?

- (chuckles) Take a cab.

- But wait, I was trying to tell you something.

(engines rumbling)

(tense orchestral music)

(tense orchestral music cont.)

(audience cheering on TV) (doorbell buzzing)

(host chattering on TV)

(door clicking)

(chattering on TV)

- [Man] What are these difficulties, Reinhardt?

Where are those negatives? - Inside my lighter,

but it's gone.

- [Man] That was a very serious mistake.

- I have looked everywhere, but it's gone.

The only explanation is they must have stolen it.

- [Man] What do you mean, "they?"

- (breathes uneasily) Last night there were two girls here.

- [Man] Whores.

- I shouldn't have.

- Right. You shouldn't have.

- It was probably one of them.

She must have taken it.

- [Man] Could you find them again?

- 1 don't know. They work off Via Veneto.

The one was blonde, the other brunette.

Give me time and I swear I will get it back.

- [Man on Television] ] think it's kind of sick.

- [Man] Switch off the television.

I can't think. (Reinhardt groaning)

(audience laughing on TV) - You can't leave, Father.

(blade clicking) Dr. Bob is the only one...

(cane stabbing) (Reinhardt gasping)

(window shattering)

(blade clicking)

- [Man] I'm sorry, but that's the rule.

Never leave anything behind.

(soft, romantic music) (cash rustling)

(Mystere groaning)

(phone ri ringin - Yes? I

- Mink speaking. I want to see you down at the club.

(engine humming)

(soft jazz music)

(door clicks)

- Good evening, Mystere.

(door thudding)

(soft jazz music cont.)

- Hey, doll.

You missed my match the other night.

- lsawiton TV.

You should have knocked him out.

- I would've if I didn't hold back.

- God knows, you've got the muscles.

- Mm. I got a hell of a left hook.

Just check this out, kid.

- One of these nights, I will. One by one.

- Why not tonight?

- Because tonight, she's with me.

(footsteps tapping)

Ciao, Mystere.

- That's the privilege of owning the joint.

Isn't that so, Mink?

- Everyone gets what they deserve.

- And what I deserve is a private chat with Mr. Big.

Two's company, three's a crowd.

(crowd chattering)

- Beat it.

(soft jazz music cont.)

- That's what I like about you, Mink.

You're such a lover boy.

(Mink chuckling)

- What took you so long to get over here?

- I thought I'd give you time to think.

- I have been.

And now, you better start thinking.

Your rent is overdue.

- I don't remember ever renting you anything.

- Try again, sweetie.

Who do you think owns those 10 yards

of goddamn sidewalk you hustle on?

- Since when are you city hall?

- Mm-hmm.

I want a thousand a month. Clean.

- (chuckles) Screw you.

- Mm-hmm. Listen.

I used to know this girl, Samantha.

Or was it Vanessa?

She had this flaming red hair

and then, one night, suddenly, it caught fire.

Yeah, that was Samantha.

Vanessa ended up falling down six flights of stairs.

- Mink, I just adore stories like that.

I read them at night before I go to sleep.

- I can always rearrange that pretty face of yours.

- And I can always give you a free lay once a month,

but no rent.

Take it or leave it.

- Mm-hmm. You think you're worth it?

- (chuckles) I'm the best.

- Well, then let's make it twice a month.

- Okay by me.

As long as you think you can handle it.

(crowd chattering)

(Mink breathing uneasily)

(engine rumbling)

(horn honking)

- Didn't you look in your purse?

- Why? - The lighter.

- What lighter?

(horn honking)

- Wait for me. I'll tell you later.

(tense orchestral music)

(engine rumbling)

Here we are.

Cash in advance. That's the rule.

- [Man] Got a light, please?

- What's the matter? You nervous?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(lighter clicking)

(blade clicking)

(cane stabbing) (Pamela gasping)

(body thudding)

(foot shuffling)

(tense orchestral music)

(blade clicking)

(items rustling)

(mournful soft jazz music)

(drawer scraping)

(drawer scraping)

(cat meowing)

(cap twisting)

(drink pouring)

(horn honking)

Wait for me. I'll tell you later.

(door clicks and thuds)

(engine rumbling)

(phone ringing)

- Come back tomorrow. I don't feel up to it today.

- Police. I wanna talk to you.

- She was my best friend. - I know.

That's the one clue I've come up with.

Trouble is, it's the only one.

You know, that stuff you're wearing

could give a priest a hard-on.

- Come onin.

You can make your wisecracks sitting down too.

- Down at homicide, they call me Colt.

- You can call me Mystere.

- What for? - It's a mystery.

C'est un mystere.

- Ah, French.

When I was a kid in New York,

I always heard about those fancy French restaurants.

Unfortunately, they were always too expensive.

That's the trouble with the French.

- And Americans have no class.

So what's a New York cop doing in Rome?

- I like the food.

- What is it you want? - Ever look at those

detective films on TV?

The inspector walks in, asks questions.

Some answer. Others lie.

It goes on like that for maybe 30 minutes,

until he discovers the murderer.

- I'm one of those who doesn't know anything.

- Hmm. I haven't asked you anything yet.

- I still don't know anything.

- Did Pamela have a pimp? (Mystere sighing)

- Ask the vice squad. They'd know.

- Hmm.

I bet you don't like cops.

- (sighs) Let's just say, they don't thrill me.

- Thrills or not, you better be straight with me, cupcake.

See, in the courts they call that "withholding information."

That's if you don't wanna get busted.

- Listen, why go on hustling me?

Can't you just leave me alone?

I don't have anything to say and even if I did,

I wouldn't say it.

- When did you last see Pamela?

- You're right, I don't like cops.

(Colt chuckling)

- You know those TV films we were just talking about?

When a witness won't talk, the inspector buttons up

his trench coat, walks out without even turning around.

Or in other cases, he says...

(hand whacking) (cat meowing)

Listen, you bitch, you start talking

or I'm gonna have your ass thrown behind bars.

- Look, I know the story.

That jazz about the cop and the whore.

Him flinging her naked on the bed.

Hey, come on, get on with it.

Then afterwards, we can forget all about it.

- Not with me. I only like exotic chicks.

A little brown sugar.

You see, white girls bore me.

And another thing. I don't have to do this job to get laid.

If you should change your mind, you feel like talking,

give me a whistle.

Then the inspector leaves, saying,

"Don't worry. I know the way."

(footsteps tapping)

(soft jazz music) (rain pouring)

- Slow night, eh, Mystére?

- Just as well.

I don't feel like working anyway.

Do you ever think about dying?

- Sometimes.

- I don't usually,

but when I do, it scares me.

- You and Pamela were pretty tight, weren't you?

- She was something special.

- Yeah, she was a good girl.

Too good for that kind of life.

So are you. (Mystere chuckling)

(soft jazz music cont.)

(newspapers rustling)

- No fingerprints,

no clues, nothing.

- The lab reports are back on the girl's fingernails.

Traces of food. (phone ringing)

No hairs or cloth fibers.

There couldn't have been a struggle with a killer.

- [Man] Colt, there's some girl for you on number one.

(typewriter clattering)

- Yeah, I've changed my mind.

I have to talk to you right away.

Something strange is going on.

No, I prefer to tell you face to face.

This time, I think I can be of help to you. My place.

(gun blasting) (window shattering)

- Polizia.

(men speaking in Italian)

(cat meowing)

(men speaking in Italian on TV)

(engine humming)

(tense orchestral music)

(horn honking) - Wait for me.

I'll tell you later.

(door clicks and thuds)

(engine rumbling)

(door clicks and thuds)

(keys clinking)

(key scraping) (lock clicking)

(lever clanking)

(footsteps tapping)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(pick scraping)

(keys jangling)

(door clicking)

(door creaking)

(blade clicking)

(door thudding)

(flashlight clicking)

(suspenseful orchestral music cont.)

(whip cracking) (flashlight clattering)

(intense orchestral music)

(footsteps tapping)

(switch clicking)

(Mystere knocking) - Hey!

Help!

(switch clicking)

(whip cracki ckin Oh! 9

(Mystere groaning)

(blade slicing)

Help!

(gun blasting)

(Mystere groaning)

(intense orchestral music cont.)

(Mystere gasping)

(gun blasting)

(Mystere groaning)

- See what happens to people who won't talk?

(Mystere breathes heavily and gasps)

(engine rumbling)

(tires screeching)

I wanna warn you, my place is a dump.

- Don't worry.

It's not comfort I'm after, it's protection.

- Okay, slick. I'm all ears.

- You know that German they found murdered?

- Yeah. It's being handled by Criminalpol.

Keeping a tight lid on it.

News of the death was released a whole day late.

- Well, I tricked with that guy

the night before they killed him.

- Did you fall in love?

- Pamela was with me too.

We went to his hotel and he paid us a hell of a lot.

- You know, we may be onto something here.

They bump off the German.

That same evening, Pamela gets knifed.

- And then tonight, they tried to chuck me off the roof.

It's obvious there's a linkup.

- But what?

- You're the inspector.

(Colt chuckling)

- Tell me, how much do you make in a day?

- A lot.

- Do you do it for the money?

(mellow jazz music)

(switch clicking)

If you're hungry,

you won't find anything in the ice box.

If you're thirsty, forget it.

There's only tap water.

You know, they say it's good for your skin.

(switch clicking)

And if you're tired, well, I'm highly organized.

I'm gonna take a shower.

If someone tries to kill you, there's another gun.

(door thudding)

(mellow jazz music cont.)

(door clicks and thuds)

- And who might you be?

- A friend of Colt's.

- Where's Colt? - Taking a shower.

And who are you?

- I'm a friend of Colt's too.

- Colt's got a lot of friends.

Listen, Diana Ross, I know what you're wondering.

"Is she going to stay here tonight?"

Well, the answer's yes.

- (sighs) You can't even trust a cop.

Hmm.

(door slamming)

- Did you know your girlfriend dropped by?

- Where? - Here.

Not bad either.

- Who was it, Martha?

- She didn't say, but she looked very exotic.

- Where the hell is she?

- How should I know?

- Why didn't you tell her to stay?

- 'Cause I was scared of losing my place.

- No, that's my place.

- Uh-huh. I'll sleep on the chair.

- Why? I'd say the bed's big enough for two.

- I only sleep with men who pay.

- Oh, I could pay. Then afterwards,

I'd be entitled to throw you out.

- I don't think you can afford me.

Any spare pajamas?

- In the drawer.

(drawer scrapes and thuds)

- Turn around.

- (chuckles) There's a price for watching?

- Sure.

(blouse rustling)

(chair creaking)

(blouse rustling)

(thunder rumbling)

(matchbox rustling)

(tense orchestral music)

I can see you can see me.

- Don't worry about it.

I told ya I don't like white birds.

(lighter clicking)

- Hmm.

- (exhales) You might say I'm a bit of a racist.

- So am I. I only like guys I fall in love with.

- (exhales) I thought girls like you never fall in love.

- They say the same about cops.

Well, sweet dreams.

(switch clicking)

(officers chattering)

- For three days, I've been investigating the murder

of a young pros who had her throat cut,

apparently for sexual motives.

But the clues I've found lead elsewhere, Captain Levi.

One, two hookers from Via Veneto pay a visit

to the hotel of a certain Reinhardt.

Two, the next morning, Reinhardt is murdered

and you people from Criminalpol start your inquiries.

Three, that same evening, Pamela,

one of the hookers, is killed.

Four, the next day, the other one, Mystere,

is on the point of suffering the same fate as her friend,

only I show up in time and the killer gets away.

And five, even an amateur can deduce

that all the murders have a common denominator.

- I congratulate you, Inspector.

You have come a long way with our homicide squad,

considering you were sent here

to investigate art theft from the States.

Very, very meticulous work.

- We have another clue. The killer drives a black Spider.

- Really? - Yes.

I've already put my men to work.

They're combing through all the black Spiders

with Rome license plates.

- Then start with mine.

I've got a black Spider too. (chuckles)

- Hmm. One less to check on.

- (inhales) Well, you see, Inspector,

the Reinhardt case is a very touchy one

and that's why we are handling it.

But don't ask me for any details.

It's a top secret affair.

At this point, the homicide squad will have to step aside.

Seeing there are clear cut links between the two murders,

I and my men will deal with your case as well.

- Look, I don't like to leave a case unsolved.

- Nor do I.

You got a light?

(pocket rustling) (coins jangling)

(lighter clicking) (tense orchestral music)

Geez. They treat you very well down at homicide.

Very elegant.

Looks like 18 carats to me.

- It's not mine. Must be a friend's.

- Hmm.

Seems just right for a very high-class hooker.

(Colt sighing)

- If you wanna have a look at the stuff turned up

by the forensic squad, everything's down in my office.

(chattering on police radio) - I'll do that.

Anyway, it looks to me like this guy's days are numbered.

As for Miss Mystere,

she can sleep tight.

From now on, I'll be protecting her personally.

(tense orchestral music cont.)

(milk dripping)

(spoon clinking)

(phone ringing)

- Hello? - It's me.

- Hi, Colt. - Still sleeping?

- Been awake quite a while.

- What are you doing? - Having breakfast.

I mean, uh, trying to.

- How do you feel? Sleep well?

- Not very. You snore like a walrus.

- I slept like a puppy on that armchair.

- Anything new? - Yeah, I'm off the case.

The Criminalpol guys are handling it now.

- Who's going to protect me?

- They are.

Anyway, there's a gun hanging on the dummy just in case.

Look, go back home and don't worry about anything.

If you need me, you know where to find me.

I'll be at police headquarters until late.

Oh, by the way, I've taken your lighter by mistake.

- I'm sorry, but you're wrong. I don't smoke.

Must be Aretha Franklin's.

- Hey, Colt.

This one stuck a knife in his best friend's belly.

- I gotta go. A customer's just arrived.

Bye. (group chattering)

(receiver clacking)

(lighter clicking) His best friend, huh?

(tense orchestral music)

(train clattering)

(newspaper rustling)

(newspaper rustling)

(train squeaking)

(doors whirring)

(doors whirring)

(footsteps tapping)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(gun hammer clicking)

- One false move and I'll blow you away.

- Aren't you Mystere?

- I'll ask the questions. Who are you?

- Pam's brother. We met once at the beach, remember?

We went and ate in that place

and Pam got real stoned. (traffic whirring)

- Hmm. Now I remember.

It was a lovely day.

Your girl was there too.

- She's my wife now.

- I'm sorry, but after what happened,

I'm not taking any chances.

- Thanks for taking care of the funeral.

- She meant a lot to me.

- I always told her to play it cool, you know?

But she wouldn't listen to me.

Well, I better be going.

- Bye.

- Mystere, remember, play it cool.

(traffic whirring)

(footsteps tapping)

(footsteps tapping)

(keys jangling)

(hand patting) (Mystere screaming)

- I've come for the rent.

(both moaning)

(Mink groans and breathes heavily)

Ooh.

- I often wondered what kind of a lover you'd make.

Now, I know.

(both laughing)

- It was you had to pay the rent.

All I did was collect.

(lighter clicking) (tense orchestral music)

- [Pamela] Didn't you look in your purse?

- Why? - The lighter.

- What lighter? - Oh, by the way,

I've taken your lighter by mistake.

(lighter clicking) - I have to go

and see a friend.

Give me a lift?

(engine humming)

- Hey, Mystere, you knocking it off with the fuzz now?

- Yeah, I'm looking for a husband.

(Mink laughing) (door clicking)

Thank you. - You're welcome.

(door banging)

(footsteps tapping)

- Is Colt around? - No, he's gone home.

- Oh, bad.

- But if you don't know how to spend

the rest of your evening, I was just leaving.

- Ah, can I use the phone, sweetheart?

- Switch the light off when you leave.

(receiver clacking)

(rotary dial clattering)

- Oh, come on, Martha.

Don't go and make a tragedy out of it.

She's just a friend, I swear.

Look, I'd really like to see you.

Come on over. We can talk, okay?

(phone line beeping)

(receiver clacking)

(switch clicking) (suspenseful orchestral music)

(cane tapping)

(footsteps tapping)

(gloves rustling)

(drawer scraping)

(papers rustling)

(cane tapping)

(papers rustling)

(drawer scraping)

(cane tapping)

(receiver clacking) (rotary dial clicking)

(suspenseful orchestral music cont.)

- Hello, Levi here. I'm in his office.

The lighter is not here.

I've looked everywhere, in every corner.

But it'll turn up.

I just have to go to his place and look for it.

I'll get the lighter back and settle the matter myself.

Bye.

(receiver clacking)

(can scraping)

(footsteps tapping)

(suspenseful orchestral music cont.)

(door clicking) (cane clattering)

(engine rumbling)

(footsteps tapping)

- Stop that man! He's a murderer!

- Really? (Mystere breathing uneasily)

I always thought he was Captain Levi.

- Oh.

(nunchucks whoosh and clatter)

(doorbell ringing)

- I want to talk to you.

- Come on in. What's up?

- [Levi] I need your cigarette lighter.

(door banging) - What lighter?

- The one you had in my office today.

- What are you talking about? - Come on now.

I don't like to argue.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(chain jangling)

That's more like it.

- So you're the one who tried to kill Mystere.

- Yes.

If only a busy-body inspector hadn't poked his nose into it.

I'm sorry. Really, very sorry, Colt.

But your indiscretions have been a source

of keen displeasure to some very highly-placed people.

They call them agents.

- Yeah, and I only thought they existed in movies.

- (scoffs) In real life too.

The only difference is that instead of being called 007,

they've got names out of the phone book.

- Like Levi, huh? - One of many.

Do you mind if...

if we move into the bathroom?

(suspenseful orchestral music cont.)

(engine rumbling)

(door clicks and bangs)

(footsteps tapping)

(water flowing)

Strip and get into the tub.

(footsteps tapping)

(suspenseful orchestral music cont.)

(plug clicking)

(shaver whirring) Papers are full

of such stories.

"Electrocuted in bath by short circuit."

People read the news

and they don't even think twice about it.

When it touches the water,

death is fast and absolutely painless.

(hands pounding)

- And I go on believing him.

Telling me I'm the only girl in his life.

(keys jangling) Here.

You won't have to break the door down.

(shaver whirring)

(suspenseful orchestral music cont.)

- Hold it!

(water splashing)

(both grunting)

(Levi groaning) - Jesus!

(electricity zapping) (water splashing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(water bubbling)

(liquid sloshing)

Now I understand why Levi was so anxious

to get hold of the lighter.

Hmm. Look.

The assassination at the Spanish Steps.

- Oh, yeah. They never found the Killer.

- Reinhardt must have taken these.

Instead of handing them over to the police,

he tried to sell them to the highest bidder.

Only your friend Pamela ripped off his lighter

and he ended up face-first through his Betamax.

(photos rustling)

(traffic whirring)

- So what are you aiming to do now?

- I don't know, but you can be goddamn sure

this won't be the end of it.

There must be someone behind the Levi

who still wants the negatives.

I could start an inquiry.

Probably get myself a nice promotion.

- Or a knife in your back.

Colt, I'm scared.

- You mean a cop and a hooker wouldn't stand a chance

against a bunch of spies?

I think you're right.

Let's get rid of the body and the lighter.

Forget about the whole thing.

- Let's just hope they forget about us.

(tense orchestral music)

(lighter clicking)

(traffic whirring)

(footsteps shuffling)

(trunk clicking)

(body thudding)

You get rid of the car. I'll take care of him.

- See you later at my place.

(device beeping)

(car doors click and bang)

- Where do we start? (engines rumbling)

Him or her?

(device beeping continues)

- With him.

(engines humming)

(brakes squeaking)

(engines humming)

(engines rumbling) (intense orchestral music)

(tires screeching)

(shift clattering)

(tires screeching)

(engines rumbling)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

(cars clattering)

(tires screeching)

(engines rumbling)

(intense orchestral music cont.)

(tires screeching)

(engines rumbling)

(tires screeching)

(cars banging) (tires screeching)

(car crashing) (water splashing)

(traffic whirring)

(doors click and thud)

(engine rumbling)

(group chattering)

- We lost him. (cards clattering)

(tense orchestral music)

(lighter clicking)

(engine rumbling)

(door clicking)

(keys jangling)

(door thudding)

- Mystere?

(purse rustling)

(pages turning)

(phone clattering)

(dial pad clicking)

- Hello, yes.

I'd like to speak to the owner of a white sedan

who likes following people.

Hmm. I got a message for him.

It's about a cigarette lighter.

(doorbell ringing)

Fine. One hour.

(antenna clacking)

- Hi. - Hi.

- What's the matter? Something wrong?

- No.

- You look strange.

- Huh, just beat.

Take care of the car?

- Yes, it'll take some time before they find it.

What about the body?

- All taken care of. Here's the keys.

I better get back to headquarters.

(tense orchestral music)

(door clicks and thuds) (keys jangling)

(water bubbles and sloshes)

(doors creaking)

(water dripping)

(man exhaling)

(doors creaking)

(Ivanov inhales and exhales)

- Inspector, are you here in a private capacity

or something more official?

- You decide.

- You forget that I was a policeman.

I know just how ambitious you can be.

- Hmm. I'm not worried about my career.

I just wanna get rich.

- I imagine you possess the lighter with the negatives.

- Let's say I know where to find it

in exchange for $1 million dollars.

Cash.

- Good.

(Ivanov slurping)

(Ivanov muttering indistinctly in Russian)

But once the exchange has taken place,

what guarantee do we have that you don't give a copy

to one of your superiors here?

Or, given your weakness for dollars,

to one of my colleagues in the American services?

- One, without the negative, the copy would be of no value.

(water sloshing) It could be a fake.

Two, I'm not interested in dollars in general.

Just a million dollars in particular.

And three, you've got to trust me.

- (chuckles) You are sure going to carve out a career.

- You know, that's what I said to myself when I came in.

(Ivanov chuckling)

- Where's the lighter? - Where's the money?

(Ivanov inhales and exhales)

- We've got the money.

- I've got the lighter.

- (chuckles) You know, Colt, these negotiations

is rather like a game of chess.

You've kept me on the defensive by playing

very cleverly with your pawns,

but games can go on for hours.

Now, it is my turn to move.

You'll get the cash when the film is in our hands.

Besides, I must be sure rather than sell the negative to us,

you don't intend to try your luck with the Americans.

(chuckles) After all, they do print the dollars.

- Right, and you'd find a convenient place

to have me killed.

- Oh, no, not me,

but I would certainly organize for one

of your police colleagues to oblige.

- Yeah, like Levi. Hmm.

Trouble is, I've already killed him.

- Colt, beware.

You want to win this game at all costs. (tongue clicking)

Settle for an honorable draw and I promise,

you will get your million dollars.

- What's your word worth?

- Enough for you to get your money.

- Inspector Colt,

where is the lighter?

(Colt slurping)

- In a hooker's handbag.

(water dripping continues)

(soft jazz music) (Mink blowing)

(group applauding)

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Mink ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

(group applauding)

- Happy birthday.

(tense orchestral music)

- The girls got together and we bought you a present.

Happy birthday, Mink.

- Thank you.

(Mink chuckling) (group chattering)

(paper crinkling)

I'm not much of a speechmaker, but I just want to say,

you are a terrific bunch of girls.

(women chuckling)

But that's enough sentiment now.

When you're out there,

put your hearts into it.

Remember that Mink doesn't want to retire penniless.

(group chuckling) (group applauding)

- Oh, yeah. - Thank you, girls.

Thank you.

(group applauding cont.)

(soft dramatic music)

(engine humming)

What shall I do? Come up?

- (chuckles) Already?

Let's talk about it next week.

- Whatever you say. (Mystere chuckling)

(door banging)

(tense orchestral music) (engine humming)

(dishes clinking)

(lighter clicking)

- Keep calm, Inspector.

The moment the phone rings, we'll get a catch.

(blade scraping)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(lock clicking)

(suspenseful orchestral music cont.)

(knife stabbing)

(footsteps shuffling)

(phone ringing)

Da?

(man speaking in Russian)

Da. No, no.

(man speaking in Russian)

(receiver clacking)

(case clattering)

Game is over. (group chattering)

(locks clicking)

(locks clicking)

- Did you have to kill the girl?

- Every game has its rules.

In ours, first rule is never leave anything behind.

(tense orchestral music)

(footsteps tapping)

(phone buzzing)

- Hello?

- It's me. I've got the cash.

- Everything okay?

- Yeah, everything's fine.

Except for seeing my body with a knife sticking in it.

(tense orchestral music)

- We better hurry. Our plane leaves in an hour.

See you at the parking lot.

(receiver clacking)

(locks clicking)

(footsteps tapping)

- [Man] And now?

- We'll take care of him.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(gate buzzing)

(engine rumbling)

(gate buzzing)

(engine rumbling)

(tires screeching)

(silencer scraping)

(tires screeching) (engines rumbling)

(Ivanov exhaling)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

(tires screeching)

(engine humming)

(gun blasting)

(head bursting)

(gun blasting)

(horn blaring)

(tense orchestral music)

- Who is it?

(door clicks and bangs)

(engine rumbling) (tires screeching)

(suspenseful orchestral music cont.)

(engine rumbling)

- I think Levi set a record, dying three times in 24 hours.

- Yeah, he's been quite helpful.

- And to think we wanted to get rid of the body.

- And the lighter.

- You know, when someone wants to pay he should be squeezed.

That's the first rule in my book.

- Christ. Everyone's got so many rules.

What are you thinking about?

- Nothing.

It's just that we've known each other only four days,

so many things have happened.

It seems like four years.

- So you're tired of me already?

- No, you silly.

If I were tired, I wouldn't be running away with you.

- With me or the money?

- What difference does it make?

(engine humming)

- You dump the car.

(door clicks and bangs)

(luggage clattering)

(trunk banging)

(engine rumbling)

(bell dinging) (crowd chattering)

(Colt sighing)

(luggage clattering)

- One person? - Yes.

(ticket rustling)

- Thank you. Any luggage?

- Yes, one.

(luggage clattering)

- Hurry, sir, your plane's ready to leave.

(conveyor whirring)

(soft jazz music)

(chattering on intercom)

- I'm leaving for Hong Kong. Did you see a man?

- One moment, please. (receiver clacking)

Hello? Yes, yes.

I believe it's for you.

- Hello?

Colt. Where are you?

- At the gate.

(tickets rustling)

Forget about trying to follow me.

I've already given them orders to hold you in customs.

Look, sweetheart, I've been thinking,

everyone's got their rules but me.

Huh. I've been sticking my neck out too long.

And now's my chance to take the money and run.

Follow my advice, huh?

Keep making ‘em pay big, because men aren't worth it.

Ciao, baby.

(soft dramatic music)

(upbeat orchestral music)

(upbeat music cont.)

All right.

(dishes clacking)

(drink pouring)

(utensils clinking)

- Got your orders, mister?

(group chattering)

(dishes clacking)

You choose any of my girls?

(dishes clacking)

- No, no.

I want that one.

(dishes clacking)

- Why not?

- Have her sent to my hotel room, huh?

- Okay.

(tense orchestral music)

(doorbell buzzing)

(case clacking)

(cash rustling)

(locks clicking)

(mellow jazz music)

(door thudding)

- Disappointed?

- Huh. Let's say surprised.

I was kind of expecting Madam Butterfly.

- Forget it. There's a rickshaw strike.

- Huh. How very thoughtful.

You're returning my gun.

- Wrong.

- Oh, I get it. You've come for the money.

- I don't like to be cheated.

I'm the one who does the cheating.

Sit down.

Sit.

- What are you gonna do? Kill me?

We could split it, 50-50.

- As usual, you don't understand anything.

It's not the money I'm after.

- Then what?

- Strip.

- Why? - Because I said so.

(soft dramatic music)

(shirt rustling)

(mellow jazz music)

- What do you want?

- I want to be kissed, stupid.

(engine rumbling) (boat horn blaring)

(dishes clacking)

(phone buzzing)

- Room service. - Yes, this is room 551.

- Yes. What would you like?

- I don't know, um, Chinese specialties

and French champagne.

(fan whirring)

(receiver clacking)

- You treat yourself well.

- I'm a rich man.

- I know.

Very rich.

- Are you here for me or the money?

- You already asked me once.

What difference does it make?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(dishes clinking)

(Ivanov knocking)

- Room service.

- Come in.

(door clicks and thuds)

(cart clattering)

(dishes clacking)

- It took me some time to find you,

(inhales) but in this game, you have to be patient.

- Never leave anything behind. Isn't that so, Ivanov?

- Bravo. I see you are learning the lesson by heart.

- What do you want to kill us for?

Didn't you get what you wanted?

- My superiors have, but not me.

Where's the money?

- Huh. I see you've learned the lesson too.

- Sure. Why not?

Dollars are better than rubles.

(hammer clicking)

I'm sorry, but my plans for the future

don't include any partners.

Where's the money?

(case clattering)

(both grunting)

(gun blasting) (Mystere gasping)

(both grunting)

(body thudding)

(Ivanov groaning) (body thudding)

(breathes heavily) Oh my God.

(Ivanov grunting)

(body thudding)

Come on. (blade clicking)

(Colt breathing heavily)

(nunchucks clattering)

(nunchucks whooshing)

(glass shattering) Mm! (groans)

(lamp shattering)

(both grunting) (nunchucks jangling)

- Hold it. (Colt groaning)

(suspenseful orchestral music) (Ivanov chuckling)

(hammer clicking)

(elbow thudding) - Uh!

(Ivanov screaming) (Mystere gasping)

(body slamming)

(upbeat orchestral music)

(helicopter whirring)

(upbeat orchestral music cont.)

(upbeat orchestral music cont.)

(funky wah-wah music)