All language subtitles for Kiss Me Monster ( Two Undercover Angels ) - 1969

[iazzy swing music]

-Take out the suitcases, please.

- Finally at home.

-The box?

-What box?

-Come on, what else could it be?

-Oh, yeah, the box.

-Let's see if it's lost.

Look in the back.

Here it is.

[laughs]

-Do you want me to take it?

-Take your suitcase and don't worry about
me, I can carry the weight.

Besides, you could lose it again down the
stairs, since you're always

asleep at the switch.

-It's your fault, dear.

-Mine? I trusted you with this box.

-It's your fault for
trusting me with anything.

You should know that I'm very distracted.

-For the first time,
I have to admit that you're right.

-Wonderful.

-Yes.

To take a bath in my bathroom.

-See you later, P.

-See you later, marmot.

-It was hard, but we got it.

-Are you talking about
Professor Bertrand's invention?

-I'm talking about lying in bed calmly
and not thinking about anything.

-Yes, your favorite sport.

[laughs]

[doorbell rings]

-Who will it be?

What a joy.

-Commissioner.

- Agent McClune, just a third-class agent.

Agent Regina, third-class.

[laughs]

-Commissioner,
aren't you going to introduce me?

-Oh, yeah, sure.

This is Mr. Kramer,
one of the INTERPOL's officers.

-Nice to meet you.

-What do you want from us?
We've been away a long time.

We couldn't have done anything wrong.

-Of course.

-Can we come in?

-Yes, come in.

-You look prettier and taller,
and roasted by the sun.

-Have a seat.
-Would you like a drink?

-Yes, please.

-Please, have a seat.

-Yes, please, have a seat,
because I want to clarify something.

-We need to talk, it's very important.

- Shut up, Mall].

-You will say.

- Know that you just arrived from the
Caribbean and I know that you are

involved in Bertrand's case.

-We? You are wrong, sir.

We are dancers.

We have a musical number, Red Lips.

Very sexy, by the way.

I would advise you not to miss it.

-[laughs] I came in peace.

I know that in addition to your musical
number, you do other numbers.

Red Lips is a mysterious private detective
on the wrong side of the law, by the way.

Red Lips -

A-

-Mald, please, I'm talking. Be polite.

Over the past few months, Red Lips has
intervened in Professor Bertrand's case.

The missing scientist.

-What the hell do you say?

We don't know who that Professor is.

He is not the kind that we like.

Besides --

-[laughs]

-Okay, what do you want to know?

-Everything. From the beginning.

-Come on, bring the drink cart, ice,
and so on, it will be long.

-Are you going to tell them?

-It is useless to argue with the law.
They are always right.

-You're going to say -

They always hold all the cards.

-Do you want?

-You are very kind.

It all started here
one night a few months ago.

We had gone to bed early, as usual.

It was a stormy September night.

[thunder rumbles]

-Gross.

-Still Paul Newman.

-Yes, my beloved.

How passionate he is.

-Someone is calling.
Go open it, I'll shield your back.

-Coming.

Coming! What the heck?

What annoying people.

-Please, Red Lips, take the sheet music.

-What?

-Take it to Old Devil's Windmill,
it's a song that --

-Who did it?

Who are you?

-Bertrand,
the professor under the great shield.

-That is just what we needed,
people coming to die at our house.

-Old Devil's Windmill.

Listen.

-Please, do you want
to play something more funereal?

Considering we have a dead body here, I
think this would be the proper thing to do.

-You're right.

The first thing is
to assist the house guest.

This sealing wax is odd.

Come on.

-Where do we go now with the stiff?

-You seem silly, dear,
haven't you ever gone to the movies?

We have to throw him off a cliff.

-When I go to the movies,
I don't pay attention to those details,

I go to see Paul Newman

or that other Englishman
who made a very nice movie

about someone who dresses up as Arab
and wants to kill everyone.

It seems to me that his name is Lorenzo The
Arab, or something like that.

-Lawrence of Arabia.

-It's the same, isn't it?

-Be careful, we don't want to tear his foot
off. - don't think he cares.

-Why don't we throw him right here?

-Start the car and shut up.

Let's go to Puerto Palo.

You're coming to help me, right?

-Well.

-Come on.

Don't be lazy.

-What a cool air this morning.

He's heavy.

-The corpses are usually heavy,
despite this one seeming so little.

-He had a nice look.

A pretty straight arrow.

Don't you think?

-Yes.

-Right here, right?

-Yes.

That's life.

People come and go.

[saxophone music]

-The music was very nice and we did
a very attractive number with it.

Eventually, we soon forgot about the
corpse. The incident had no consequences.

Until 15 days later in a cabaret on
the coast, El Flamingo.

[iazzy saxophone music]

-Hey miss,

why do you play that music?

-Why not?

-No, you can't do this to me,
I know the big label is against it.

Do you know that
this is the anthem of the avi --?

[iazzy saxophone music]

-You finish, and run.

[loud applause]

-Your dress is torn Ninon --

-What are you going to drink, sir?

Hey, sir.

Hey, sir -

-Even you had to be there.

-May I know what is happening?

-Shut up and come in.

Get behind the wheel.

Let's go.

-Don't you want to have a drink?

-No, I only drink vinegar.

-Would you mind telling me
what's going on?

-No big deal.

Again, that damn red seal,
again a stab in the back,

another man who dies
wanting to say something.

-You are not going to worry now about a
matter in which the money is

not seen anywhere.

-I'm sure there is money.

You don't kill two guys
if there's no money involved.

We have to find out who that Bertrand is
and what's going on with that red seal.

-What are you thinking about?

We were used to living so calmly
with our saxophone and our hat, and now?

-This is going to be one of the Red Lips'
most exciting adventures.

Bye.

-Elephant foot shield, crow's tooth.

-How are the crows' teeth?

-Like yours or mine,
but a little more pointed.

Wing and membrane of a bat, the skeleton of
a dwarf, the eye of a toad.

-Girl, what a creepy people.

-Ma'am, those are secret societies.

They have to advertise weirdly.

They're not going to do like Pepsi-Cola
and cordiality.

It has to be here.

I have already found it.

A shield representing a cat, crossed
fingers, and marshmallow flower.

It belonged to the Abilene secret society,
its headquarters was in Abilene

until the beginning of the 20th century,
when it was banned and its

members persecuted.

Black magic society
and other forms of witchcraft.

However, notable men
like the entomologist, Pink Paul,

in the 18th century, the famous medicine
man, Professor Bertrand,

mysteriously disappeared after the Second
World War, came out of it.

-That Bertrand is the man that the musician
mentioned before kicking the bucket, right?

-Let's go to Abilene immediately.

-Is it far or near?

-It doesn't matter to us,
we have to go there anyway.

We went to Abilene.
It was far away, but we went.

That's where began the whole series of
surprises and calamities.

-Cointreau, Bénédictine, Drambuie, [?],
what do you want?

-Water, I'll go get water by myself in the
Kitchen, so I don't bother.

-You're not going anywhere.

Water does not feel good.

Don' you agree with me?

-This is what I've always said,
the water feels terrible.

A little of hemlock, please.

-What do you say?

-Nothing.

-What did you find in that city?

In Abilene?

-Loneliness, poverty, and some ruins.

-The third stiff of the series.

[moody woodwind music]

-Adon, don't look at those
in the miniskirt.

-In my days, Abilene

was a nice city.

It shone like a star

in the immensity of the sea.

Old Devil's Windmill,

your blades have written

words carried by the wind

by an ancient Abilene.

-How do you know that song?

-Here, everybody knows it.

- Do you know
the Abilene's Secret Society?

- Don't know anything about that.

- Do you know Professor Bertrand?

-Yes, he was a great man,
but I don't want to talk anymore.

Why don't you go to see the widow?

-Does Mrs. Bertrand live here?

-Yes, in the old abandoned mine. Go.

-Mrs. Bertrand?

Mrs. Bertrand?

Mrs. Bertrand?

[screams]

-Let's go.

-No, you go. I'll be here watching
while waiting for you.

-No way. You come, too.

-Mrs. Bertrand?

Why are you so interested in seeing her?

A woman who has the bad taste to live in
this house cannot be interesting.

-Shut up.

[screams]

Are you Mrs. Bertrand?

-Be very careful with the island.

Its the [7].

You are in danger.

-Number Three.

-Run.

[tally music]

[engine revving]

-In my day, Abilene

was a nice city.

-We went back, worried,
to the hotel in Abilene.

We got the impression
that everyone was watching us.

-You have to pretend.

1am constantly watched.

-What is this?

-It's anonymous, from my father.

-Come on.

-Hey, what is written on that paper?

-Go immediately to
Saint Ginés' Old Mission.

Signed X.

-Who is X?

-The girl's father?

Come closer, daughters.

Fear nothing.

-Good morning.

-Hi.

-You are in front of the ruin
of the Abilene's Ancient Society.

I have called this meeting.

We haven't met here in 20 years,

but I have friends

and I know who you are.

We are going to give you
a very important mission.

We are already too old to do anything

and we are closely watched.

-Excuse him, he's somewhat asthmatic.

You are looking for Professor Bertrand,
he was our boss.

He passed away a long time ago,
but his secret is still alive.

His formula of life, the big, red box,
go to Lo Pagan.

The secret is there.

-We can't tell anymore,
but don't trust anyone.

Lo Pagan is a hotbed of ambition.

Under his apparent peace,
the worst vices hide,

but never trust and beware
of the soulless men created

by the professor, those who have
fallen into murderous hands.

-Tell us, what will we gain
from this story?

-We have collected a not very important
amount of money, just $223,000.

-Viriato, our agent from Lo Pagan,
will contact you.

Go to Camacho hotel.

Viriato, he won't take long to catch
you up with the details.

The password will be "Papirusa."

-Receive the blessing of the Abilenes.

-Awagu-papirusa.

-Awagu-papirusa.

-We were back in orbit, on our way to the
small island of Lo Pagan.

A tropical paradise of calm and peace.

Of course, on the island,
no one guessed upon our arrival.

The Abilene had done well, they sent a
coded message that no one could decipher.

[engine revving]

-Mr. Vica, excuse me. It's very urgent.

Panchito says that the girls are coming.

-The girls?

That soon?

Let no one know.

[pins clattering]

-Hey Sore, Pilly and Milly are coming.

[drumming reverberates]

-What's wrong, Miguelito?

What do you want?

Chimpin.

-What's going on?

-Miguelito captured a message.

Girls are coming.

- The little birds play in the garden.

-Yes?
-Yes.

-Sure?
-Sure.

-They are coming.
-The girls are coming.

[engine revvs]

-They're coming, Mr. Méndez.

-Atiza.

-Méndez?

-May I come in?

-Please, come in.

When do those girls arrive?
-This afternoon, Captain Ringo.

-Okay. We'll give them
some work right here.

-Isn't it risky, captain?
-Keep your mouth shut and obey.

[iazzy piano music]

-Hey, do you want a taxi?

-Yes, of course.

-Good morning.

Come in.

Come in.

-Thank you, young man.

-Are you artists?

-We dance on a tightrope.

-There is no circus here.

-There will be.

-To Camacho Hotel?

-How did you guess?

-First, because I am very smart,
and second,

because there is no other here.

-Service done, ladies.

-How much is it?

-A dinner with me tonight.

-Too expensive.

-Tomorrow?

-That either.

-Yes.

-Don't you deal with taxi drivers?

I don't like title playboys.

-To you?

-Man, I -

-Neither does she.

-You don't know me very well.

-Even better.

-Perhaps you would benefit greatly.

-Almost hurt.

-You finish.

-Let us speak plainly. How much?

-Scoundrel.

-Papirusa.

-Your father.

-That is a secret password.

-Yes, secret.
-It is true.

Wow.

- Tonight at 8:00 PM, stop.

Old Spanish castle, stop.

I will bring a red flower.

-What for?

-Otherwise,
how are you going to recognize me?

-Of course. He's right.

What time is it?

- I do not know.

-What do you think
of that guy in the courtyard?

- I didn't like him.

-Who is it?

-Hotel service.

-What do you want?

- I am the hotel manager.

I wanted to know if you need anything?

-No, thanks. Everything is perfect.

-Don't you want a little money?

-What the hell are you talking about?

I have very rich friends in the East.

-Yellows?

-Red instead.

They would like to help you to live well.

-How nice.

-They offer $200,000
if you are sympathetic with them.

-They have already seen us
as whores again.

Get out of here, pimp.

Tell those guys
we don't want any trouble with the UN.

Goodbye.

-I'm sorry for you.

-I feel sorry for them.

-Hey, we must have
a very exaggerated look, right?

-No way. We must look
like we know a lot of things.

-If all we know is a song.

-In my day, Abilene was a nice city.
and the stars used to chat with the sea.

[laughs]

-How bad we do it. -If we do it like this
in the club, we would be fired.

-203, please.

Excuse me, I'm calling you to apologize,
don't get angry.

-Goodbye.

- Hey, let me finish.

Why don't we just bury the hatchet
and take a dip in the pool together?

-No.

[big band music]

-Up, let's go.

Come on, you weigh more.

-Our profession is not bad.

-Do you mean movie actors?

-Shut up, we play mysterious agents.

-Not me, I'm a playboy millionaire
on vacation.

--I'm Little Red Riding Hood.

-Who do you work for?

Russians?

-Cold, cold.

-For the Chinese?

-Interpol?

I can't say yes or no.

-Do they pay well?

-Now, with the added high cost of living,
insurance, and overtime, we go well,

but you can also earn
a significant amount of money.

-How much?

-100 banknotes.

-Which ones?

-From Uncle Sam. $1,000.

-Who should be killed?

-No one, just tell me your little secrets,

those related to Professor Bertrand.

-Who is Professor Bertrand?

[big band music]

-I'm the man with the flower, you know?

I am the only representative
of the Abilenes here in Lo Pagan.

-Yes.
-Yeah.

-You have to see the princess,
who is a complement captain and who --

-Come on, is he loving, or is he dead?

-He has been killed.

There is nothing to do here.

Let's go find that princess.

-Hello, girls.

What do you want from me?

-Are you the princess?

-So it seems.

-Why do you call yourself a princess?

-It is my theatrical name,
the princess of scandal.

They gave me that name when I was dancing
the rumba with a hat full of bananas.

-Where is the scandal?

-It's because I wasn't
wearing anything else.

Do you want to work?

-Yes.

-What kind of musical numbers do you do?

-A somewhat special, elegant,
ancestral number.

I hope it won't be just for intellectuals.

Why?

Do we look like literate people?

-A little, but you can pass.

Let's see, show me what you can do.

-From the London Palladium,
the sexy attraction, Red Lips.

-Please, da capo.

-La-la-la.

La-la-la-la

-With a halftone.

-Fine.

Ah-ah-ah-ah.

[big band music]

[applause]

-Your table, Mr. Vic as.

-So small?

-Are you waiting for someone?

-No, but you are going to do me the favor
of telling those

two new girls to come, that I invite them.

-You little rascal.

-Silly.

-Did you want to see us?

-Yes.

You'll pardon the liberty.

-Don't worry, man.

You assumed that we are call girls.
You already have us here.

-No, it wasn't that.

-Don't pay attention to my friend,
she is very joking.

My name is Diana and she is Regina.

-Eric Vic as. Have a seat.

-What are you going to drink?

-Rum cocktail.

-A mint for me. It's good for the spirit.

-For me, champagne as always.

Both of you are beautiful,
much more beautiful than I had imagined.

-Had you supposed something about us?

-Of course, and I knew like everyone else
that you had just arrived.

-We got good publicity.

-Very good, more than an American film.

Even everyone on the island already knows
that your arrival here is related

to Bertrand's secret.

-What did you say?

-You heard very well.

If you don't mind,
I'd like to talk slowly about it.

-It seems to me that no matter how slowly
we speak, we are going to

finish right away.

We don't know what you are talking about.

-This one is interesting.
Leave me alone with him.

-Okay, he's not my type.

-I would like us to go and chat somewhere
else, it seems that the walls have ears.

I'm sorry, but I have an appointment.

-If you just arrived.

You will pardon my indiscretion,
may I know with whom?

-As much as I wanted to,
I couldn't tell you.

-Don't get it wrong, but be suspicious.

This is a resting place for beasts.

-Oh, yeah?

I'll be wearing the beast tamer outfit.

Good evening.

-Are you available?

-No, not anymore.

1am with you now.

-How nice.

Would you agree to come to my house
for a drink with me?

-Yes, delighted to do so.

- This is Captain Ringo.

The redhead has just left with Vic as
and the blonde approaches the bar.

Do you think they are easy?

-Very difficult.

They are more likely to tell about their
life than they confiding

their secret to you.

-Keep me updated, captain.

-Change of subject, Andy is spying on us.

[laughs] Her dress was very long,
she had to go to the party in her shirt.

-What do you want to drink, miss?

-Have you left your other professions
for that of a waiter?

-I would be a diver for you,
which is my least favorite thing.

-Wouldn't you be angry about the slap?

-No, I have a very hard face.

[laughs]

-You have a beautiful house.

-I'm glad you like it.

You are beautiful.

-You are not.

- Know,

but I have my secret weapons.

Aren't you afraid?

-No.

-I could be a homicidal maniac,
a lady-killer.

-I would be very surprised.

-A spy who wants
to eliminate an agent of the enemy?

-I'm not the enemy.

-Someone who wants to know your secrets.

-You have finally confessed the truth.

In this case, as long as I haven't told my
secrets, you wouldn't kill me.

-Not after either.

This is not the way
that I behave with women.

-A beautiful scene,
but a bit old-fashioned.

-I'm going to introduce you.

My friend Yolanda Stuart, my
business partner, Miss Diana.

-Hello. You are exactly as I imagined,

but sit down, please.

I asked Eric to bring you here.

Where is your friend?

-Going for a walk with a friend,
but let's talk straight,

what do you want from me --
I mean, from us?

-I see that you have a practical sense,

you have understood that Eric
was not looking for an affair, it is true.

Eric and I are looking for something else.

-You are very likely
to look for what you want,

but I can't think of how I can help you.

-Let us speak plainly.
You and your little friend, the blonde,

are on a mission to find
Professor Bertrand's big red box

and you're following the trail,
but we know who you are. Two adventurers.

-It's true.

Willing to be sold to the highest bidder.

-In general, yes.

-And it just so happens
that we are the highest bidder.

-That's funny.

Since the day we arrived
on this island, Regina and I,

everyone offers us money,

but several reasons prevent us from
accepting.

The first one is that we
don't know anything.

-I thought you were smarter, dear,
it's silly that you try to deceive us.

-It's the truth.

In our country, two men died without being
able to say a single word to us

and we went to Abilene, and there, someone
asked us to look for the famous red box,

and here we are,

hoping to find it, sell it, and make a lot
of money. And that's it.

-Did you know Professor Bertrand?

- Knew him by name.

-He was my father.

A madman, a genius, or a murderer.

He invented a system for accelerated and
multiple reproductions.

A single female hormone
coupled with another artificial hormone

of his invention could make a human being,

male or female, as he wished.

He managed to make two
physically perfect men,

but with very poorly developed brains.

They were like two docile dogs.

-What about these guys' lives?

They are still alive, of that I am sure.

Maurier was Professor Bertrand's
beloved disciple.

One day, a dead woman
appeared on the low beach.

She had undergone surgery, and of course,
Bertrand was accused and he disappeared.

But before disappearing, he hid his
invention, the one that he

kept in a red box.

The formula must have been destroyed

50 that neither Maurier nor any another
could continue their experiments.

Why?

-He was afraid that it would fall
into murderous hands.

Can you imagine
an army of very strong, fearless,

docile men who can be
reproduced infinitely?

- Understand, but what makes you think
that we have Bertrand's secret?

-We have a theory.

Everyone thinks that Professor Bertrand
committed suicide as a result of

that woman's death,

so the secret is still here. He didn't have
time to get it out of the island.

At first, we believed that Maurier
would have it,

and you already know that Maurier
has also been murdered

without being able
to continue the experiments.

One day, we were informed that you had
been in contact with Maurier

and with a posthumous messenger
from the late Professor Bertrand.

Before he died, this man managed
to deliver something to you.

-Sheet music. Very pretty, by the way.

-We know that music.

It was the Abilenes' song, the sect to
which my father and Maurier belonged.

-Well, if everyone already knows the song,
I don't know what they are

looking for from us.

-Neither do I.

Now, I know that you say the truth.

I am sure that this story
will not end here.

You are the toys of a conspiracy,
they want to use you for something

and that something will lead us
to Professor Bertrand's secret.

-If one day the red box
falls into your hands, don't forget,

we will pay twice
as much as the highest bidder.

-If you need our help, call us.

We will come right away.

-Now, would you mind telling me
what you want that famous red box for?

- Won't say it.

[laughs]

-Anyway, what do you care?

-So I had some allies
and some money offers,

but we still didn't know anything
about the Bertrand thing.

-What does that mean?

The sign of the Abilenes?

-No, I learned it at school.

-Come with me.

I'll tell you where it is.

-Thank you.

-Calm down, Mall].

Wait a little, we'll go together.

-It's up to you to tell the story of your
adventures while I was at Vic as' house.

-Happy to do it. I was already
starting to get bored.

Wait until I remember,
let's see if I can tell.

Yes.

Well, I was like a saint,
despite Andy's attacks.

We had a few drinks
and went back to the hotel.

There, Andy was back to the attack.

Good evening.

-Let me in for a moment.

-You are a good boy
and you will go to sleep.

-But -
-Goodbye.

Oh, Andy, please,
1 already told you not to be annoying.

-Hotel service.

-Come in.

-Good night.

-But what are you --?

[eerie organ music]

-Where am I?

-In good hands, my dear.

-These are fine and cunning hands
that can destroy.

-But don't worry, if you are reasonable,

fine hands to caress and not to destroy.

-Then there is no doubt that I will be the
most reasonable in the world.

What do you want from me?

-You know it very well.

-Yes, you don't hesitate.

-Well, I don't know and doubt a lot, dear.

-You are graceful,
but a dangerous grace for your neck.

-What do you prefer? To answer or die?

-To answer.

-You say where the big red box is and
you'll be free, and you'll be our

little friend, too.

- Don't know what you're talking about.

-We admire your courage, but we have
Eastern and African methods to

make people talk.

-You are a co-production, right?

-Where is the red box?

This is the last time that I ask it,
if there is no answer --

-Well, I'm fed up with this thing.

For a long time, everyone has been chasing
my friend Diana and me asking us

about red boxes, doctor's secrets
and everything else.

Some in a good way,
even offering significant money.

Others are cool, like you,

but the bad thing is that I don't know a
damn about this whole story.

Kill me, let the monkey go, throw me to the
tigers, but I don't know anything.

-I'll Kill you.

-Wait.

I think she is telling the truth.

Do not kill immediately.

Luckily, there is someone thinking.

- Have a lot of head,
she has a lot of temperament.

1 give ideas, she's smart,
but I like you a lot.

-You don't know how happy I am.

Regina.

- I am Princess Chin Ping.

-Nice to meet you.

She is Princess Bulumba.

-How delicate you are.

Nice to meet you.

-Do you want jasmine tea? Do you want
petals nectar? Gladiolus infusion?

-The truth is that I would drink anise.

-We don't have hard drinks.

-Then serve whatever you want.

Well, what about the family?

-No jokes.

We know that you are looking for
Professor Bertrand's secret.

Why do you look for it?

-To earn a lot of money.

-Western materialism.

We search for pleasure.

Professor Bertrand made beautiful men
to love, torture, and kill.

-How lucky.

-Since these men are undocumented,
we don't get punished by justice.

- I think it's a great idea.

-Do you like to torture?

-The truth, I love it.

-Now we are best friends.

-We are also willing

10 double the amount
for Professor Bertrand's secret.

-This is like onions.

The highest bidder takes it all.

-You take it.

-There is a wonderful flute here.

If you are in danger, play the flute.

Miguelito the monkey has good ear,
he listens.

We go and save.

-Wow, this is a funny whistle.

-Now, excuse me.

-What a noise.
You cannot sleep peacefully.

-How long have you been back?

-Years.

I had a very funny dream.

I was in a cage and some crazy exotic women
wanted to team up with us

to look for that damn box.

They gave me a whistle to call them.

What absurd things you dream.

Is this what they gave you?

-Yes, it is.

Where did you get it?

-From here.

Elmubio.

-What?

-Professor Orloff's sleeping pill,
they put you to sleep with that.

-Then it's true, those crazy women exist.

-What's so special about that?

I went with Vic as to his house,
he's charming.

It all started with one of those love
affairs that you never forget,

but suddenly, it turned out that it was all
a trick to offer me the same thing

that those crazy ones offered to you.

-Have you partnered with him, too?

-With him and with a kind of hateful dwarf
who is like his girlfriend.

[laughs]

-In the end, we are partnered with
everyone but we don't know why.

Anyway, let's hope
something happens sometime.

What I didn't suppose was that while

I was saying this, horrible things
started to happen in Lo Pagan,

and precisely,
to one of those two crazy women.

[soft harp music]

-Chin Ping, Chin Ping.

Also, there was a big surprise.

Maurier was alive, the man who was killed
in front of us at the nightclub.

-How beautiful she is.

It's a shame to sacrifice her like this.

-Don't think about her, godfather.

She is a bad woman.

She would have no mercy on you.

Furthermore, she has the same blood type
and the same IQ

as the ones Bertrand used.

-You are right, Dimitri.

Leave her in the cave.

When everything is ready, I will go down.

-Courage, godfather.

You can succeed like Bertrand,
you can create life, too.

-I'll try one more time and if I fail --

-Don't think about failure now.

Do it for me.

-I've told you a thousand times
not to sing, idiot.

You're nervous, Dimitri.

Me too. I have lost faith in my hands.

D3 forceps.

Electric scalpel.

D7 forceps.

The thickest.

I knew it, I knew it, I knew it.

And now what will I do?

Keep going.

-How?

What for?

You made me pretend my death.

Yes, you are officially dead.

No one will ever suspect about you.

-You made me Kill again.

-It was worth it.

If we could have an army of men
like Andros I and I,

we would be very powerful.

-You made a single mistake.

Bertrand was a genius, I am not.

-Then we only have one solution:
to find Bertrand's red box.

With that we will succeed.

-But how to find it?

-Through those two foreigners.

Those whores know where
Beriran's secret is hidden.

-We have a red box
that we don't know what it's about,

a Professor Bertrand to whom I do not
have the pleasure to meet.

What else?

Oh, yes. We have deaths, many corpses.

Look, one more.

Come on, dear,
I don't know why you come here to die.

-Good evening, Andy. See you tomorrow.

-Why until tomorrow?
I'm going to come in for a bit.

-No way.

Go to sleep.

-What do you think?

-No, brute.

I have waited this moment for so long.

-You're going to keep waiting
for a long time.

I don't live alone, I have a friend who -

- I have no mania.

-Yes.

Come here, pretty boy.

From the first moment I saw you,
1 fell in love with you like a fool,

that attractive face and those -
Come here.

A Kiss.

Cute, beautiful.

How beautiful he is,
he looks like a matchstick.

-Why a match?

-Thin but incendiary.

-Yes, darling.

Whatever you want, but kiss me.

-Now, go away.

-What do you say?

-My friend is here.

-But where?
-That's the least of it, she is here.

-And what you said before?

-It was a crazy moment, but it's over.

-But man -

-Now, get out of here.

Come on, get out.

-No one understands you.

-Leave.

-Who are you?

You are so squishy.

Hey. Come on, go die
somewhere else, pretty lady.

-Do you like that girl?

- I like both of them, but they scare me.

-Don't tell me.

The playboy is frightened
by two vulgar showgirls.

-They are not vulgar or ordinary,
they are much more than that.

Showgirls don't scare me.

You don't scare me.

I don't know whether
to be flattered or annoyed.

Those two things, it's the best.

-Why don't you come back later?
After closing.

-What for?

We will talk about several things.

-One of the issues could be what you have
done with your slave, Méndez.

-What do you care?

-A lot. I want to know
my future if I decide to come back.

-A wonderful future.

Rich woman, alone, bored, wanting to
experience and discover new

possibilities of love.

-I'll be back.

-Take it.

We will take her to your master.

-Linda, you may leave.

Why?

I'm neck-deep in this business,
much more than you are,

and I want to know
what this asshole has to say.

-I cannot tolerate that way of talking.

The fact that you are a captain
does not entitle you to be insolent.

-If we get the box,
I want some fresh money.

-Go back to your house.

You know me, you know I won't forget you.

-All right, Maurier, but don't forget
that I know too much about you.

Don try to fool me.

-Andros II, go to your dungeon.

-This woman worries me,
she is capable of anything.

-Calm down, god at her.

I'll take care of her.

I don't want you to stain
your hand with blood.

-It will not be my hands,
nor will there be blood.

I promise you.

[drumming]

-Princess, I don't understand you at all.

-The girls are in the house.

Stay in the room and find the song.

-What happened to me?

Where am I now?

-In good hands.

-That sounds familiar to me,
because you will want a red box and news

about a Professor Bertrand,
who I believe is dead.

-But how do you know it?

-Even the Chinese know it and everybody in
China, too, but the bad thing is that

although everyone insists on it,
I don't know anything.

I'm sick of being dragged around the
island with that story.

-We will pay you well
if you are reasonable.

-Yes?

Otherwise, you'll strip the very flesh
from my body, right?

-Aren't you Professor Maurier?

-Yes.

Do you know me?

-Then I like an autograph.

Hey, weren't you dead?

- I had to do this comedy.

-It turned out very well,
because you stung everyone.

-It's childish, a fake knife, like in
the movies, and a drug

that paralyzes
the heart, like in the theater.

I love movies, you know?

-Me foo.
It's a shame I don't have time to go.

-Do you like horror movies?

-But only the old movies,
those of The Wolf Man,

because frankly, the ones from now are --

-Well, you will be
in a jewel of the genre.

Where is the box?

-The damn box again.

Can you tell me which box is that?

Because I don't know.

-Let's just get this over with.

We will make you
suffer the worst tortures.

-Let her go or I'll shoot.

-Otherwise, let's leave her alone,
let her go home.

-What?

What are you saying?

-It is clear that she can go
peacefully to her house.

I just realized that she is a good girl
and that she doesn't know anything.

-No, it was hard for you to convince me,
but now we'll get to the end.

She knows too much.

-Well, what's going on?
Should I stay or should I go?

-Well, if you want, you can go.

There's no problem.

-Come on, idiot.

-Taxi, ladies?

-What a joy.

-Timing is everything.

-Hurry up.

-How could that boy get to
Maurier's house with his car?

- I don't know.

I never knew much about Andy.

I didn't take him seriously
and he turned out to be the smartest.

He was the one who discovered
that the song was the key to the secret.

- I met Andy Pereira, the devil himself.

Stop.

Don't try it again, Mald.

I would feel sorry for you and for them.

Go back to your place.

-I just wanted to open the door,
it's too hot in here.

-No more jokes.

Don't make me angry.

Go ahead and cut out
the superfluous explanations.

-You're right.

We went with Andy to the windmills,
the song sounded, we took the box,

Los Abilenos messed us up,
but Vic as took us to the rest stop

and here we are
after the strike, and it's over.

-[laughs] Excuse me.

You have been foo concise.

-Well, we were talking about Andy.

In the morning he came looking for us,
he had thought of our song,

Bertrand's legacy,
The Old Devil's Windmill.

-How do you know that song?

-Everybody knows it

-But from where?

-From listening to it.

-Wow.

[waltzing horn music]

-Come.

I realized this right away.

The Old Devil's Windmill.

The secret society riffraff was Dutch,
but what did they do when they arrived?

To put their windmills.

I was informed that on the south of the
island, there were many windmills

that are out order for years.

I think you are right, but how will we
know which is our windmill?

-Bertrand was not an imbecile.

I know he must have left us a clue.

-There it is.

The Abilenes' shield.

This is it.

This is The Old Devil's Windmill.

- Don't understand anything.

-However, it is here. I feel it.

-It's an ordinary windmill, inside it's
like any other. Nothing at all.

-The secret is in the music,
in that score we have.

-For three months, no one paid
the slightest bit of attention to it.

-The Old Devil's Windmill,
and below, the Abilenes' seal.

-These blades.
-What's wrong with it?

-It's like a clock.
Now, I understand everything.

Music is equivalent to numbers
and the blades to the clock.

-What?
-What?

-It's so simple.

For example, it we say, C,D,E, F, G,

it is equal to one, two,
three, four, right?

-Shut up. You better keep
thinking on your stuffs.

-What stuffs?

-Nothing.

-Wait.

Wait.

-You are a genius.

You're such a genius.

Look.

-Let's say that C is 1, D is 2, E is 3.

Suppose that the top windmill blade is 12
o'clock, let's suppose that this windmill

is a safe that moves its combination
according to the music.

-Now, I'm the one who doesn't understand
anything at all.

-But I do.

-You are a genius.

-G,D,C,B,C.

-I mean, G,5;D,2;C,1,B,7,C, 1,

-You'll see.

-Five.

Two.

One.

Seven.

One.

Nothing.

-Nothing.

Come on, girls.

-Do you hear that?

-Oh, what a little thing.

-Yes, it will be very small,
but it has the secret of life.

Every single call in this little thing
can create a man

like Professor Maurier's slaves.

- Let's go.

Let's go, girls.

[rhythmic percussive music]

-What are we going to do with this?
-We are going to take it to Interpol.

They will pay well.

-Get in the car by the other side.

-Andy.

-Andy.

Wait, asshole.

-Oh, my God.

- I wish he has a flat tire.

[laughs]

-Now I'm going to fix you.

-Why did you want
to run away with the box?

Weren't you from Interpol?

-No way.

I was a face, I have been all my life.

You know,
the leopard cannot change his spots.

-Poor man.

He was very nice.

-Also shameless.

-Like us.

-Thank you, daughters.

We knew you would succeed.

Give us the box and you will get a reward.

-Don't be so suspicious, daughter.
They are very good old men.

-Stop. Let me see your hands.
We are aiming at you.

-Don't move.

-Forgive us, little girls,
but we haven't got a penny.

With the big red box,
we will rearrange our society.

-Give us your address and we will send
you some bills of exchange

within 30, 60, and 90 days,
free of charge.

-Stop.

Don't move, or the procession is over.

-Who are you?

-Interpol Agent X342007 and something else
that I don't remember.

Get the box, quickly.

Hit the ground, girls.

[gun tire blasts]

-Come here with the box.

Ladies first. Out.

-Curse you.

-A genius.

-An exceptional being.

-No, I'm just smart.

I knew that my mission was to follow you,
and you are the ideal bait

to catch criminals.

-This life is a mess.

Those who seem good are bad,
thieves are policemen and vice versa.

From now on if someone tells me, "I'm a
lawyer,” I'll think, "Engineer."

"I am a soccer player,"
I will think, "bullfighter.”

-Woman.

No, in the normal world,
these things don't happen

only between fakers, spies,
thieves, and actors.

-Aren't we going to stop
for a while to rest?

-If you want, fine, but I'll sleep
with one eye

and watch the box with the other.

-Don't you trust, huh?

-Not from you.

Why don't you go to sleep?

-Give us the box.

-Don't you trust me?

-No.
-No.

-That's not good.

I am as serious as James Bond,
and from Interpol.

I do not intend to deceive you.

-Neither do we.

Come on, give us the box.

It will be better cared for by two people.

-It's okay.

We will spend the night here,
but I warn you one thing,

after midnight I am a dangerous man.

-Wonderful.

I would never have guessed.

Are you really dangerous?

Come on, give me a demonstration.

-There are people here.

-So I'm people, but I'm a lady,

and besides, I'm not scared by anything.

-Do you know how to kiss a woman?

-Some have not complained.

-So we managed to go back home safely.

-Congratulations.

So give me my box.

-Is the box yours?

-How naive you have been.

Of course, it's mine.

Let me introduce myself,
I am Professor Bertrand.

I couldn't go back to the Caribbean, they
are looking for me to give

me a message there,

that's why I used you two
to bring my box here.

I came up with the idea of organizing this
great puppet to make you go to Lo Pagan.

-Excuse me, I didn't want to come,
but he forced me.

He threatened me with the gun.

-[laughs] Please, give me the box.

-Are we going to give it to him? Despite
all we have gone through to get it?

-Be polite.

Drop that gun or I'll drop
the box on the floor.

Come on, drop it.

[gunshot]

-My commissioner.

What a precious thing it is.

-Look, my darling.

-Take the box and run.

-Yes, but to whom do we sell the box now?

-I've had an idea not to sell the box.

-Are you crazy?

But what are you saying?
-Why would I be?

Can you imagine what a harem of silent men
would be like,

dumb and faithful as a dog?

- Have to admit that you are right.

[laughs]

[sweeping orchestral music]