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[slow piano music]

[loud applause]

-It's over, girls.

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

-Run. Don't keep Dracula waiting.

-Come in.

-Good evening.

-Good evening, dear.

I have to ask you for a favor, Lida.

-I'm at your service.

- Know your relationship with Mr. Radeck is over.

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

-Let me finish, please.

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

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

He wants to give you an explanation.

- Don't want to see him anymore.

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

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

- Know, Madame Demi, but --

-Mr. Radeck is one of our customers,

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

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

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

-When?

-He'll be back in a few minutes.

Promise me you'll wait for him.

-All right.

1am only doing it for you.

-Thank you.

I'd rather leave you two alone.

Don't be so hard on him.

Do it for me.

Besides,

I assure you that he truly loves you.

Goodbye, Lida.

Kitty,

are you still there?

Kitty,

where are you?

Kitty?

[screaming]

[iazzy big band music]

-Between bodies, communication

and co-expression are essential for men.

[sultry saxophone music]

-Good morning, Inspector. Hi, Dom.

-Inspector Tanner? -Yes.

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

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

-What stain?

It looks like a woman's lips.

-It's that idiot again. -Who?

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

-What do you think about all this?

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

lipstick stain.

Logically, the thief is a woman.

- Guess you haven't been here for long.

No, sir. -When did you arrive?

-Yesterday.

-Now I understand everything.

Any American agent

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

We call her Red Lips. She is a stupid creature

who plays private detective and cat burglar.

She's something between Arséne Lupin and Sherlock Holmes.

She has helped us find very dangerous criminals

on some occasions.

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

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

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

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

In his pocket was the evidence that accused him,

a carefully prepared report.

On Vogel's chest, there was a pink bow

wrapped around a letter from that woman.

"There you have Paul Vogel.

It was very easy to catch him red-handed.

He was crossing the border with the stolen emerald necklace

in Tehran.

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

but they will suit me much better than you."

-[laughs]

-That's Red Lips.

But this time, I'll hunt her down,

give her a medal, and put her in jail

for a while.

The jewel dealer gave me a complete description

of that scoundrel.

-This time, we have a good witness.

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

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

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

Yes, little one.

Yes, Molina.

Yes, love.

Yes.

Is your name Napoleon Bolivar?

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

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

- Only need you to tell me if the description

I have of this criminal is correct.

Is she a tall, thick woman?

-No, skinny.

-Blonde? -No, brunette.

-Black eyes? -No, they are green.

-Does she have big --? -No.

Hey, buddy, you're all wrong.

-Are you sure of what you're saying?

-Very sure.

She was very tall and very thin.

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

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

-Anything else?

-No, that's all.

I mean, yes.

1 forgot something important. Excuse my language.

The woman was hot,

mind you.

[bright orchestral music]

-Hello?

It's An car a.

Tell him I'm not here.

An car a.

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

-I'm doing a close-up.

-Thank you.

[peppy marching band music]

-Give it to me.

Listen,

I want to speak to Mr. Radeck.

I don't care if you are his secretary,

I want to talk to him.

I am his mother.

Mr. Radeck,

this is Red Lips, the great detective.

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

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

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

At the El Balneario hotel, right?

Yes, yes, I've heard of it.

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

On Sunday, go to bed before midnight.

I will contact you, yes.

Don't forget your checkbook.

Bye, bye.

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

-He is an old and dangerous man.

He seems genuinely interested.

In short, $150,000.

Can I go back to sleep?

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

-What Paul?

-Paul Newman, woman.

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

-Oh, yes, we're very close.

In my dreams, of course.

-Good morning, sir.

-Who told you to notify the police?

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

by myself.

-You talk too much.

You're too chatty.

These two things aren't that serious,

but you know too much about me.

-No, Mr. Thriller.

I assure you, I won't say anything.

I won't say anything.

[suspenseful music]

-Good evening, Mr. Radeck.

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

Is that her?

-Who painted her like this?

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

- I had never seen it before.

-Maybe she posed for him without telling you anything,

or before you met her.

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

Lida disappeared.

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

I didn't like it.

I told her she looked vulgar.

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

-Yes, go on.

Do you know who painted that picture?

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

-How much?

-$50,000.

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

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

-Okay.

I'm willing to pay that amount to find out

what happened.

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

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

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

Now, please, stay in the dark

until I'm out.

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

-What should I sing?

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

Let's see...January 1,

February 2. August 4.

March 6. See?

July 7. August 8.

November 3. April 4.

March 7. July 4.

August 7.

-Is something wrong, Mr. Ha deck?

-No, you fool. Why?

- Thought I heard you sing.

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

-Were you singing?

-Is that strange? -No, sir.

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

Goodnight, sir. -Goodnight.

-If you want to lose weight, hold on.

Eight women have been missing after going

through identical circumstances in the last two years.

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

by the same person.

Sometimes, their boyfriends take them, of some are

victims of human trafficking.

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

-Because you are.

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

-You're the only one who thinks that.

Well, the point is that these disappearances have very

strange similarities

and the same signs of violence.

-All men are a bit rough.

Yes, but this man has very thin,

pointy nails.

The expert's report always matches.

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

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

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

made by sharp, strong nails,

or better still, claws.

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

She was at home. She had a bad reputation.

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

The same signs of violence.

On the wall, the paint had been lifted

by four sharp and thin strokes, with something

that looked like claws.

All cases are similar.

These women usually live simple lives.

They are always going out with a distinguished-looking man

who's about 40 years old.

They completely disappear and their bodies are never found.

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

-We are facing a homicidal madman.

A real Jack the Ripper.

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

Aliza, the next victim could be me.

[laughs]

-To whom do I owe this effusive welcome?

-What do you want?

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

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

The roof is beautiful

and so are you,

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

-How did you get in here?

-Through a door. It wasn't closed.

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

-That was you.

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

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

on a little chair, like everyone else, huh?

Okay.

My name is Vittorio Freda.

Interesting.

You have a beautiful house.

Did you build it?

- I did the foundations and she did the rest.

Now that you have seen it all, goodbye.

- I would like to see the bedrooms.

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

Can't you tell? - I think so.

I'm so thirsty.

Won't you offer me something to drink?

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

- I don't think so.

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

Out. Goodbye.

-Okay, okay. -Off you go.

- I know how to take a hint.

I hope we meet again. -Right.

-Bye. -Goodbye.

-Goodbye.

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

- I do.

-You like everyone, but work comes first.

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

Soles and Rolls-Royce, Florida and diamonds.

-What do I have to do?

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

-Very well.

Okay.

Ah, I like this exhibition.

Fabulous.

It is truly wonderful.

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

I'm taking this one, too.

Are you the painter? -No.

He should be around here.

-Oh, thanks.

It is so nice.

Everything is so nice.

How pretty. You have great taste.

This model is gorgeous, right?

This picture.

How colorful!

Are you the painter? -No, sorry.

-What a nice place.

And you? -No, miss.

-Where is the painter?

Do you work here?

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

Id like to buy several things.

I will pay them right now.

Look. laughter]

-Thiller is not here, ma'am.

-Why not?

He should be running his business, right?

laughter]

-Please, follow me.

This woman wants to talk to you.

-Good evening, ma'am.

Come in. -You are the mastermind, right?

Dear maestro.

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

Sit down, please.

-My name is Anastasia dos Santos.

I am Countess of Aconcagua and Marchioness of Cumbre Sandina.

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

of this great man.

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

my homeland.

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

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

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

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

You have to introduce me to this wonderful artist

that is capable of imagining such beautiful and tasteful things.

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

What is his name?

Something like Santa Claus.

-Yes, Klaus.

Klaus Thiller. -As I said.

[laughs]

-You're so smart.

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

any fat and uneducated client,

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

-Of course. Everyone would love to meet you,

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

I have never seen him.

-And you want me to believe that?

-Please, Duchess, believe me.

I talk to Mr. Thiller

through his lawyer, Bathier, from Paris.

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

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

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

you can buy one or two of his pieces.

-Dear Sir - -Carimbuli.

Albert Carimbuli. -Dear Albert.

Why don't we discuss this calmly?

More intimately?

-I am at your service, ma'am,

beautiful princess.

-Do you want to come to my house tonight?

I have some great records.

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

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

Of course, I would be delighted.

-What are you reading?

-It's nothing.

The narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym.

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

-What is it about?

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

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

The Man Who Lost His Shadow.

I already know what it's about.

The Revolt of the Masses.

The masses revolt.

Instead, I read books like

Paralelo 22,

or La Esfinge Ma rag at a,

because I get to find out who

Ma rag at a is.

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

-You're getting me in trouble,

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

-You have to put up with the small details.

-You call that small?

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

No, no, and no.

It's too much.

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

wearing a dress

with a low neckline,

covered in pearls

and a ruby right here?

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

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

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

-Yes, yes, and yes.

Fighting the bull

-I'll put a microphone

here and another one there.

Try to stay close to them, all right?

-And if he moves away?

-You follow him.

[doorbell rings]

-Quickly, hide. He's here.

-Okay. Good luck.

-Dear Countess, I'm at your feet.

A small gift for you.

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

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

I want us to be comfortable.

Do you want something to drink?

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

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

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

[screaming] -Shut up.

-Like an animal.

-What's going on?

[screaming]

-It's a wild scream.

The scream that women from my country cry to follow

their lovers around the pampa.

-Watch out, you hurt me.

Are you going to drink that as well?

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

-Good luck. -Thank you.

Is it too strong for you?

-You are wonderful.

You are the most wonderful countess I have known.

-Let's not talk about me.

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

There is plenty of time.

-No, it has to be now.

I hope we run out of time later.

-Let's go outside.

1am very hot

-No, not the terrace.

Why? -Because you will be cold.

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

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

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

or anything.

Why are you carrying those?

-I can't live without flowers.

I need to breathe their scent.

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

I know that he paints and makes sculptures.

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

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

-How can I buy one of his works?

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

-Who?

-Don't you want another drink?

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

-About what? -To lose my mental clarity

and do something crazy.

-{'ll bring you a double ration.

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

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

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

By the way, I noticed that two of the women

that were in the pictures you showed me

also appear in his works in the exhibition.

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

-Because the only victim I'm interested in

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

Bye.

Bye.

-Yes. -Cheers.

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

-You don't mind?

-You can take off anything you want.

-Will you take anything off?

-Men are all the same.

We can play an exciting game.

I'll ask you a question

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

-Yes, sure. Go ahead.

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

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

-You have to say it louder.

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

-I can't hear him.

Louder.

-Say it louder.

-His lawyer, Bathier, from Paris.

Take something off.

-Here.

-A shoe.

Keep asking, I'll answer.

I saw something blue passing by back there.

-It's normal.

We are right by the sea.

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

Would you sell me statue number 12 from the catalog?

-Number 12 and 24.

I'll sell you anything you want.

Go on, ask me. -That statue.

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

Come on, give me a garment.

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

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

-No, no.

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

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

-No, I trust you.

Give me that.

Now, an important garment.

Here.

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

-The price of the statue. -Wonderful.

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

-10,000 francs.

-No way, that's very expensive.

-You set the price.

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

Who is this?

-Good evening.

-She's the maid.

-Didn't you tell me the help left?

-She just got back.

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

Besides, what do you care?

Let's get on with our game.

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

-Yes. Ask me whatever you want.

-Tell me the painter's real name.

-Klaus Thiller.

-Yes.

-That's a pseudonym.

You told me that.

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

-Ask me.

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

-His real name is -

[screaming in agony]

[feet shuffling]

-He escaped.

-Yes, on Professor Peter's nuclear bike.

[peppy orchestral musical cue]

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

Oh.

-What happened?

-He's gone.

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

-Pardon?

The tape recorder?

-It's still working.

-The tape recorder.

-Take him by the feet.

We'll take him for a bath.

-It's the Italian man from before.

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

-You can't stop thinking about him.

[sultry jazz music]

[applause]

-Give me some rhythm.

Let's dance with the Show Brothers.

['50s style rock and roll]

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

- Always keep my word. Sit down.

We'll have some champagne.

-Did you like it?

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

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

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

I have ever known.

-Did you know,

I really like champagne because it reminds me of cider?

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

-Why would I fall?

I'm not drunk.

- Know you will.

Give me your hand.

-Why do you wear that eye patch?

What an odd place.

I like dim spaces to show my love.

It is very romantic.

Where are you?

Come here. Don't you scare me.

Hey, how did you get down there?

No...

No...

No...

[screaming]

-Come here, boys.

That's the statue, take it.

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

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

that follows a smooth line, and also -

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

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

-That's beautiful.

One of you must be the manager of this gallery,

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

-You are right, ma'am.

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

-I'm here for sculpture number 12.

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

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

- Don't doubt your word, and besides,

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

for him to arrive. -When will he arrive?

-He doesn't have fixed hours.

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

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

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

-They never told me about this sale.

- Don't care, now you know.

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

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

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

-That's right.

What's your name?

-Francis McClune. I'm a police officer.

-Thank God, the police are here.

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

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

-Thank you,

you are an angel.

-I'll escort you out.

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

50 friendly, so human.

1 always thought the police

were something like official gangsters.

-I am English.

-England, how wonderful.

The Beatles, the queen, [7].

-Do you know England?

-No.

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

-What are you doing here?

You again.

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

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

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

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

-Police.

-Pleasure.

1 beg you to continue reading.

Read it all and you will see it is mine.

-It seems like everybody is buying this statue,

but why this one?

-They're all the same to me.

Take it to the truck. -Stop.

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

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

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

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

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

-The law must protect the weak, right?

-Yes. - I am weak.

Don't you pity me?

Do you have a sister? -No.

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

-You heard her.

Get out, the statue is hers.

-This doesn't end here.

Italian people never forget.

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

I'm a third-party agent.

-[laughs] -Come on, guys,

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

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

with all these scoundrels around the world.

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

-Find me.

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

-All right.

-At your service, my princess.

-Don't make fun of me.

I've been working non-stop these days,

fighting,

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

My feet hurt.

-What's it all been for?

We only have a painting and a sculpture.

Enough to justify the costs to our dear millionaire,

Mr. Radeck.

That's all.

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

is dead and gone,

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

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

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

a police officer, and four angry workers.

I couldn't follow that guy.

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

-This is a very big city.

-Not really. People only go to the same

four or five places.

I think that Italian is an old-style playboy.

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

-Don't tell me we must go now.

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

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

Let's hunt down the playboy.

[ragtime horn music]

-Are you tired? -No way.

I am filled with joy.

Can't you tell?

-Let's try Flamingo.

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

laughter]

-Park over there and wait for me.

It you see me leaving with somebody, follow me.

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

will be empty. -See you.

-Goodbye.

[tally music]

[loud applause]

- Never saw you here before.

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

-Would you like to dance?

-Of course, how can I say no?

-Did you like it? Beautiful.

Now you can keep dancing to some beat music.

-This is Rich Man's Blues.

-[laughs]

This is great for circulation.

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

-You dance like they do in Liverpool.

You've got to teach me those strange steps.

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

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

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

-You?

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

You have a pretty special accent.

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

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

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

-Magnificent.

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

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

I've only been here a few hours.

-Tourism? -Yes.

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

-No, but I think I know women.

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

-Do you like art?

-I love painting.

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

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

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

-80, do you really like painting?

Would you like to model for me?

-I was not mistaken. You are a painter.

-Painter and sculptor.

I arrived a few days ago.

I rented an old house near here.

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

Do you want to see them?

-Tell me your name.

-My name means nothing to you.

I am still a stranger.

Would you come with me?

-Sorry for the inconvenience and the mess.

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

Many pieces of furniture are still missing.

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

It's cold.

-Come up here.

Do you like my work?

-Yes.

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

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

-You are a great artist.

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

May 17 -Of course.

[eerie music]

-Come here, you idiot.

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

-Sorry if I have disturbed you.

- Thought you weren't coming.

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

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

0 I didn't lose sight of you.

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

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

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

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

-He was family?

- Know you well.

I knew you had something up your sleeve.

Besides, Pat was worried about you.

-What's up?

-Thank you.

-I'm glad I could lend a hand.

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

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

-Detective Tanner?

This is Red Lips speaking.

-What do you want?

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

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

the solution is at your fingertips.

You have my mail over the desk, right?

-Yes.

-Please, grab the mail.

No, it's a pink envelope.

Read it, it's very interesting.

Bye, kisses.

Bye-bye.

[snare drum march]

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

and his furry friend

live peacefully and freely in a sinister house in

San Gines de la Jara.

Come on, arrest him.

[BACKGROUND MUSIC]

-What do you want, sir?

Were you looking for someone?

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

-I live here with my grandmother.

-Have you heard of a man named Thriller?

-Thriller?

No, sir.

[iazzy big band music]

-What do you think?

You can't deny I am a good policeman.

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

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

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

and you have a partner, Diana Rayner, Canadian.

What kind of a partner is she?

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

-Yes, pretty much.

-Kiss me.

Come on.

The English have no shame.

- First round. You go.

Second round.

Where were you last night?

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

-Professional jealousy.

-Very well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bye-bye.

[iazzy horn music]

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

-That's what we should do right now.

Why? You are crazy.

We already know the murderer. We are getting close.

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

Death is hunting us.

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

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

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

-Yes, sure. -May 1?

-What's that? -Miss Dos Santos?

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

I forget sometimes.

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

-How romantic, right?

Anonymous flowers.

So pretty.

-What are you doing?

These are my flowers. -Give me that.

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

Give them to me. Give them to me.

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

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

Give them to me, they're mine.

You said we were out of danger, huh?

I'm leaving.

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

Don' panic.

[gun tire]

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

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

[moody ballad]

-We'll look for a bright,

happy,

sunny place.

It could be in North Africa.

-We'll have some peace and quiet,

surrounded by local colors

and romantic songs.

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

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

-Shut up.

- Don't know why we brought that rubbish.

It seems as if we were traveling with a corpse.

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

a big secret.

Hello?

It's the Italian.

-Who?

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

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

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

Who's speaking?

Hello, Vittorio.

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

-What name did you say?

-James Bond, I'm undercover.

-Please lead them the way.

-What a hottie.

-I'm sorry, forgive us.

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

After so many hours,

new hours of love are still born.

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

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

cannot wither our love.

Once again,

and more than ever, my life is yours.

And new springs, new hours of love

we will live.

If you take my hand,

it is a very long way to go.

And you, after so many years,

are still my light.

It took you almost a century. -Excuse me.

Two number 4 martinis.

-Four? What is that, sir?

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

Number one, four parts gin and one part martini.

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

along the edges of the glass.

Number 3 is all gin, but they put the bottle

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

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

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

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

-Now I get.

Only Latinos can eat and drink with a little imagination.

-Now you're being more realistic.

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

What's going on? -Nothing.

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

-It's worth nothing.

-You're right, it's trash.

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

The rug again? -No.

It is an ancient tradition of my people.

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

wish for something.

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

Hold no.

It's a very long wish.

How lovely.

You are a very special girl.

-1am? Why?

- Was thinking about our first meeting,

me on the ground and you on top.

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

in our way.

Now that we're in a pretty normal situation,

we spent most of the night

under a table.

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

-It's not so bad here.

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

- I think it's an instinct.

I think I'm getting used to this position.

It is more intimate.

It seems like we are alone. -How stupid.

I didn't realize what you were thinking.

What it we had dinner in my apartment?

-That sounds lovely.

I feel like I haven't left my country.

Everything looks familiar.

-Right. You are wonderful.

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

-30 million.

-Five more million.

[screams]

[gun tire]

-Are you okay?

-Very well, thank you.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

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

Don't worry, go back to sleep.

He was shot several times.

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

-Do you know her? -Yes.

I'm Interpol Agent McClune.

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

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

What the hell are you doing in this country?

-Is saving you from death a good reason?

-Of course.

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

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

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

-What are you saying?

-That you have one thing in common.

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

They are very red.

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

-No, I have things to do.

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

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

Bye, bye.

[iazzy horn music]

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

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

-And your friend?

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

- Hope you're right,

but I have a feeling that anything

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

When we went to my apartment,

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

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

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

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

You started sneezing.

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

Also, I think I am allergic to algae,

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

Kiss me.

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

-I heard it.

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

easily.

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

Come on.

I'll go ahead to turn on the light.

We'll have a great time.

-Showtime is over, buddy.

Whom do you work for?

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

You work for Thiller, don't you?

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

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

methods.

-What are you doing?

Stop it.

[laughs]

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

Let me, let me -

I will tear you apart. -You will talk.

-Never, never.

-Tell us whom you work for.

-Thiller.

-Who killed the director of the gallery?

-Thiller.

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

Thiller killed him with a blowgun that belonged to the native

people of these lands.

-Why do you work for Thiller?

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

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

-Sure, he was as unhappy as I am.

-Most importantly, why is Thiller so interested

in recovering the statue?

- I don't know.

No, I don't know. I swear.

-We will use the O system. -Okay.

-He likes Martini.

-He'll have his fair share of it.

-No, no, no.

-That's enough.

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

- I don't know.

-What does Thiller want the statue for?

-Thiller, Thiller. Who is Thriller?

Thiller, Thiller. Sounds like a bell.

Thiller, Thiller.

- Don't think he knows anything else.

Help me.

-God

he's broken.

-How awful. -Gross.

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

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

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

-No, we'd better leave him there.

We fix the sculpture and leave it like new.

Let's now deal with this idiot.

-Yes, darling.

Of course, darling.

Yes, my love.

-Hello?

This is Ankara. -Thank you.

Mr. Radeck.

This is his grandmother.

He's not in Ankara.

-Where is he?

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

This is Red Lips.

I have solved your case.

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

Mademoiselle Lida Regnier.

Yes, she has died.

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

Where are you?

On the Moroccan coast?

What a coincidence, we could be sharing the phone.

You would even hear me if I was shouting.

Yes, I am in Barranca.

Tonight?

Give me a pencil.

The Bahia Blanca mansion.

Okay.

Don't forget the other $50,000.

Bye-bye.

-Is he also in Morocco?

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

We have to bring him the body.

-What a coincidence, right?

I'll go, just like last time.

There are too many coincidences.

The monster.

Vittorio.

Thiller.

Tanner.

-May I?

-It's for you.

-Dear commissioner.

Oh, no.

-Don't worry, there's more.

-Are you here to a rest us?

-No.

Hello.

-To what do I owe this visit?

-First, I wanted to see you.

Second,

I wanted to ask you if you know Vittorio Freda

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

-Us?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

-Third, I wanted to invite you to dinner.

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

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

I have a friend who is dying to meet you.

-Would that be Inspector Tanner?

-Yes, deep down he is a good fella.

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

-Mr. Radeck is waiting for you.

-Good evening, Mr. Radeck.

-Good evening, Miss.

1 thank you very much for coming.

-What are you doing here?

I had an appointment with Mr. Radeck.

-I have a simple yet spectacular explanation.

I'll dedicate this little transformation act to you.

You'll have a lot of fun.

-Radeck.

-Detective Red Lips,

on the search for

my own victim.

As you have seen with your own eyes,

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

the same person.

-Why did you take my offer?

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

doing.

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

a really dangerous woman,

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

-Too late.

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

-Are you talking about your partner?

She is completely stupid.

How could she help you?

Without you, she is useless.

Besides, she won't live long, either.

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

I would have dealt with her immediately.

But you are different.

You're intelligent,

elegant,

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

I was excited about this game,

but that wasn't all.

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

for this moment so badly,

since that night in Marienbad.

Your eyes have

such pure lines. They moved me.

Now, I can finally paint my masterpiece.

-Stop right there.

I'm so sorry,

but I don't want to be your model.

Too dangerous.

-You won't get out of here alive.

Morpho.

[screams]

-Morpho?

Bring that woman

here with me.

[sultry jazz music]

-Yes, Klaus Thiller has killed all those girls,

but let's talk about us.

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

-They're not important.

-Well, you may be wrong.

Go ahead.

-It's over.

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

When we get him the corpse of his former lover,

our mission will be accomplished.

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

-[speaking Arabic]

-[speaking Arabic] -[speaking Arabic]

-[speaking Arabic] -[speaking Arabic]

-[speaking Arabic]

-Do you speak Arabic? -No.

laughter]

-Did you say that billionaire Radeck is back?

-Was he gone?

Is he from here?

-He made his fortune here in some shady way,

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

-Algar? -Yes, Algar.

What's wrong?

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

She was an Arab. -When did he arrive?

-About four years ago or so.

-That's when Ha deck left the island.

You told me Diana was with him, right?

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

-Let's go. -Good evening.

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

-Have you gone mad?

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

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

Only one thing is certain.

We've finally caught Red Lips.

You say she is in danger,

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

-See you later, gentlemen.

-Let's go, Inspector Tanner.

I'm an idiot.

-You may leave.

-Let me stay with you this time.

-All right.

You are lucky, this will be the most exciting

experience ever.

Morpho?

Come here.

Miss Red Lips, I also have a faithful friend,

I mean, a faithful servant, like you.

Morpho.

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

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

I hunted him down and brought him with me.

1 fed his cruel instincts

and the art of horror was born.

Morpho,

take her.

She's your prize, old friend.

[screams]

-Hello.

Hands up.

Let go of my friend.

Turn on your back.

Diane, 301.

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

-Thank you.

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

[tally music]

-Check the whole house.

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

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

in 10 minutes.

Kisses.

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

of their lips.

-Finally. -What?

-Nothing.

[iazzy music cont.]