All language subtitles for Cleopatra.Wong.1978.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-TEPES

- I'd better answer the phone.

Could be important.

Yes?

- Overseas call from Singapore.

- Cleo?

- Yes, and don't
tell me who this is.

There's only one person in
the world who'd phone me

at 4:00 in the morning.

- Right, darling.

And in the middle of
something erotic, I'm sure.

- Right.

And unless you tell me the
third World War has started,

nothing can get me
out of this bed.

- It's something closer
to home than a World War.

I can't discuss
it over the phone.

You must see the Manila
Interpol chief immediately.

He'll give you all the details.

And I mean right now.

- But it's 4:00 in
the morning and I'm

supposed to be on holiday.

Chief?

Hello?

- Morning, Cleo.

- Morning, Chief.

I don't mind getting
out of bed this early

in the morning for
all this money.

- It's all yours.

That's one of the reasons why
you're chief in Singapore.

I asked you to see
me immediately.

- You must be kidding.

What did I do to
deserve all this?

Good money.

It feels and smells
like real money.

- And that's the whole problem.

It's too real to be fake.

It's been accepted by
every bank in Singapore,

Kuala Lumpur, Bangkok,
Jakarta, and here in Manila.

And this kind of money is
now in general circulation

in five Asian countries.

Only an expert using
sophisticated technical

equipment and
chemicals can tell us

that these are bogus currencies.

If this continues,
the result will

be a great economic
disaster in the region,

as people will lose faith
in their own currencies.

Whoever is behind
this must be trying

to prevent the
ASEAN from becoming

a powerful economic
bloc in Asia.

Interpol agents from
five member nations

are now trying to
find the source

of these fake currencies.

Up to this time, I've not
received anything positive

from my agents.

- And I suppose I have to
end my holiday here in Manila

and go home to
Singapore to do my part.

- How did you guess?

- Simple.

Every time Sims calls me
up at some unearthly hour

of the night, I always
end up with a big mission.

What time do I leave?

- No hurry.

You can go back to your bed and
finish whatever you were doing,

and then pack your bags.

Take the 9:00 flight.

Sims will meet you
at Singapore Airport.

- How was the trip, Cleo?

- Fine, Chief.

- Garcia briefed you on the
fake currency situation.

We have to move fast before
this thing gets out of hand.

- That's why I cut short
my vacation in Manila.

Do we have any leads?

- Unfortunately, none.

You have to work it
out from scratch.

- Well, if we can't find
them, let them find me.

- Your plan is very dangerous,
Cleo, but it might work.

- Well, if it doesn't,
you lose an agent--

me.

- A motorcycle has been
following us from the airport.

- There's nothing
to worry about.

I'll take care of the cyclist.

- How's my favorite
junior agent?

- OK.

- Did the chief
assign you to tail me?

- No, Cleo.

I just want to work with
you again on a mission.

It must be something
more exciting this time.

- Yes, shopping.

I'm filthy rich today and I
have to buy some things which

I don't really need.

- Can I go shopping with you?
- No.

Wait for me here.

- OK.

- Good morning.

May I help?
- How much is that?

- $29,500.
- May I look at it?

- Mm-hm.

- OK, I'll take it.

Here's $30,000.

I'll get my change
and the watch later.

I still have
shopping over there.

- OK.

Here you are.

- Come with me, please.

- Arrange for her bail
and bring her to me.

- Consider it done, Argo.

Boys, let's go.

- Mm.

- Can I have my key, please?

Thank you.

- Hold it.

You're coming with
us, Miss Wong.

- Hey.

Hey.

- Hey, come on.

- Welcome to my
villa, Miss Wong.

One simple question,
and I expect

a straight, simple answer:
where did you get this money?

- Suppose I don't tell you?

- Simple.

We'll just have to kill you!

- And if I tell
you where I got it?

- Your death will be
painless and instant.

- Either way, I die.

Is that it?

- Yes, because you
are not supposed

to see me or this place.

- Suppose I tell you that
Interpol gave me the money

to spend so that the syndicate
behind the bogus money

will capture me and bring me to
their hideout for questioning.

Will you believe me?

- That's too simple a
plot for me to believe.

The Interpol is known
for using intricate plans

for the simplest things.

- Then you'll have to kill
me the long, painful way.

I can't tell you anything more.

- Let's go outside and see how
the wrestlers will tear you

limb from limb, like a rag doll.

Boys!

- Hey!

- Boys!

I brought you a playmate--

a live doll, but she's not
as gentle as she looks.

So you can play rough with her.

- After them.
Come on!

- Right!

- Call up Sims at Interpol.

I'll lure the going to Sentosa.

- Right.

- Get her!

Come on!

- Stand back.

Let me teach her a few
lessons in martial arts.

- Hold it, Cleo.

Don't kill him.

- We have been drilling Argo
and his men for practically

the whole night,
and all we can get

from them is the information
that the fake money's coming in

from Hong Kong.

- What we don't know is
how it's being brought in

and who the mastermind is.

- The important thing is that
we have Argo and his men.

The spread of fake money,
at least here in Singapore,

will be stopped.

- Yes, but what about the
other ASEAN countries?

- A very good question, Cleo.

I think you'll find some
answers in Hong Kong,

if you're up to it.

- Hong Kong?

Well, why not?

- Hello, Miss.

I think you'll be interested in
a shipment of strawberry jam.

It just came in from
the Philippines.

- I have a sweet tooth.

- I'm sure it will taste sweet.

- It had better.

Money I'm paying you
for the information.

- Thank you.

- Easy.

- Hey.

- Hey, watch it!

- Look out.

- You fools!

Look what you've done!

Clean it up immediately!

- Huh?

Up there!

Get after her!
Come on.

Quick!

- You can die!

- Oh, no, no, no.

- Oh.

- Mr. Sims?
- Yes.

- Overseas call for Manila.

- Put her on.

- There is only one
person in the world who

knows where to phone me
at this time of night,

and that's Cleopatra Wong.

- Your call is through, Miss.

- Hello.

- Hello, Boss.

Did I interrupt
anything important?

- In this room and at
this time of night?

You know very well you did!

Now, what's so important?

Or are you just trying
to get even with me?

- I'm here in Manila to
follow up a very hot lead

I got in Hong Kong.

I'm going up north
at sunrise to see

some strawberry plantations.

- Strawberries?

- Yes, and I might go into
the strawberry jam business,

and I suggest you do the same.

You'll find it very profitable.

And if I were you, I'd
buy up all the shipments

of strawberry jam now
at the Singapore Piers.

Those that came in from
Hong Kong are the best.

- Strawberry jam from Hong Kong?

- Yes, darling.

And I think you
should get up from bed

now before the big distributors
and retailers beat you to it.

- But it's only
4:00 in the morning.

- Yes, I know.

But you might
already be too late.

- Strawberry jam at the piers?

- For breakfast
with buttered toast?

- Yes, yes.

No, for business.

- Hello.

- Oh, hello.

- My name is Chan Mei Wan
from the ASEAN Week Magazine.

May I take your picture?
- Sure, go ahead.

Take all you want.

Would you like some berries?

- What I'm interested
in is strawberry jam.

Do you make some?

- Yeah, we make for
our family and friends.

- Who makes the jam then, in
big commercial quantities?

- Well, the biggest strawberry
jam factory in this area

is the Catholic
monastery over that hill.

The nuns buy up all the berries
that we can harvest for them.

- Thanks for the information.

- You're welcome.

- Bye bye.

- Goodbye.

- No pictures, please.

- I'm a reporter
from ASEAN Weekly.

I'm doing a feature story on old
monasteries in the Philippines.

- Sorry, no pictures.

- Oh, can I go in then?

- Sorry, no visitors allowed.

Please, go away.

- Pardon the poor quality.

This camera uses
very small negatives.

- These pictures don't
prove anything, Cleo.

I can't believe that the
nuns in this monastery

will involve themselves in
such a big crime as printing

and distribution
of fake currency.

- Perhaps they're
being forced to do it.

- Or they don't know
that they're being used.

- What about this helicopter?

We trace its owner
and we've got a lead.

- We've checked that.

The chopper belongs to a
private charter company.

A priest flies to the monastery
every week to say mass

and to hear confessions.

- And these wooden crates--

can't we intercept a
shipment and open them?

- The customs police
already did that.

They didn't find
anything unusual.

Nothing but strawberry jam.

- What about a warrant
to search the monastery?

- We can't do that unless
we have enough evidence

to convince the judge.

But even that won't be easy.

There's such a thing as
separation of church and state

in this country, and the
last thing I want on my hands

are complaints of
religious persecution.

But you get me the evidence,
and I'll see what I can do.

- You'll get the
evidence, Chief.

- Good hunting, Cleo.

- See ya.

- Make one wrong
move and you're dead.

All we want are the
negatives of the pictures

you took this morning.

- The negatives and the
pictures are in there.

- Let's go get them.

- Hey.

- There's your evidence, Chief.

Don't tell me that nuns
in this country sport

automatic rifles underneath
their monastic uniforms.

- Maybe they belong to
a new religious order.

Don't you think?

- Hm, or maybe they're just
protecting the secret formula

for their strawberry jam.

- Against ants and cockroaches.

- Well, gentlemen, I
appreciate your sense of humor.

But this is no joking matter.

With this evidence, I
think we can get a warrant

to search the monastery.

- I have a better plan, Chief.

I requested these gentlemen
to be here because they

are part of the plan.

George is a crack shot
and a cold blooded killer.

Dante is an aerialist and
moves like a deadly panther.

Alex is an explosives
expert, and Ben is one agent

I can trust with my life.

The five of us together,
plus this special equipment

which I ordered from
the lab, can face up

to anybody and anything
in that monastery.

Well, shall we go, gentlemen?

- Good hunting.

- Unless you bastards do
just what you're told,

you might all end
up in jail or dead.

Our Singapore connection
has been busted by Interpol.

Aerial pictures of the
monastery were taken yesterday

by somebody posing
as a reporter.

We tried to recover
the negatives

but our men failed and
got themselves killed.

Now, tell me, will anything
incriminating show up

in those pictures?

- Well, all the rules have
been strictly observed.

Nothing unusual can
be seen from the air.

Why, even our people inside
are maintaining their costume

of nuns and monks!

- That better be
the gospel truth,

or else I'll send
you all to hell!

Now go to your posts and
hide all those guns, dammit.

This is excellent.

Keep up the good work.

- Maybe we better do some
more Philippine peso.

- Hm.

- We don't know what's up there
and what we'll be up against,

but I'm sure something illegal
is going on inside there.

- Like printing of
fake currencies, huh?

- And those nuns
in your pictures

don't look real at all.

- I wonder where
the real nuns are.

- We're here to find that out.

Maybe they're being held
captive in the basement

of this building here.

Ben and I will go in
first through here.

- I suppose we can follow
after the fireworks, huh?

- Or you might want
to wait for Christmas.

- Good luck.

OK, time to work.

After you.

- Damn you.

- Sir.

- All right, Fathers.

You may now park
your unholy asses.

- All right, thank you, Boss.

- I can see that the
change in costume

makes a hell of a difference.

You all look so
respectable and saintly.

- Hey, why do we have
to be dressed like this?

- Do I have to tell you
again, you meathead?

Mendoza, tell him.

- Yeah.

In the first place,
the weather is cool.

We're supposed to be monks
so we dressed like monks.

Now do you understand?
Stupido.

- Ah, si, si, si.
- Come on, you guys.

Quit the jokes and
listen to the man.

- Well, the money that we have
been printing and distributing

from this monastery is
now widely circulating

in five Asian countries.

Very soon the people
of these areas

will lose faith in
their own currency.

Their economy will
be in shambles

and that's where we come in.

We buy companies
that are in distress,

and before long we shall
have complete control

of ASEAN industries.

- What about our
people in Singapore

that got caught by Interpol?

- So?

What about them?

- Well, suppose they
sing a different hymn?

- Each connection
works independently

and they can sing
their hearts out.

But our link with them
can never be established.

The only people who know
about our activities

here are the nuns
we hold captive.

And I think it's about time
we sent them all to heaven.

- Si, si.

- I think you have
the right, yeah.

- Now, let's hear some reports.

What about Indonesia?

- The rupiah is sinking.

- It will hit bottom
by the next time

our shipment is in Jakarta.

- Hm.

What about Thailand?

- Good for us.

Terrible for the Thais.

- And the baht, slowly
sinking in value.

- Hm.

And Malaysia?

- Malaysian dollar is
holding on but give us time.

- Kuala Lumpur is already
flooded with our money.

- Hm.

Good.

Well, enjoy your
spiked coffee, Fathers,

while I visit the nuns.

- I suppose this must be
the Indonesian shipment.

- Yes, and after this, we'll
send out the Malaysian dollars.

- Hm.

- That is right, sisters.

Keep on praying.

Your day of deliverance is near.

- When, Mr. Monk?

When?

- Very soon.

At break of dawn
tomorrow, all of you

will be on your way
to meet your maker.

Understand?

- God will bless your soul.

- Hm.

- Hey, it's us, see?

We could not wait for Christmas
so we followed you here.

- There seems to be no other
way in except through the roof.

All the doors are guarded.

- Well, we'd better go up then.

- Watch it.

- Hey, you.

- Who, me?

- Yeah, who are you?

- Hey, freeze or
you're a dead nun!

You, move!

- Ah.

- So, you're a fake nun.

Alex, setup the explosives.

- Sir, if you're the police,
we were just forced to do this.

- We were kidnapped from a
printing press in Manila.

- Then who is this?

- She's the one in charge here.

- You and the other
printers try to escape,

but first you take care of her.

Move.

- I'll see you all in hell.

- Give my regards to Satan.

Come on, boys.

- Right, yeah.

- Move and you're dead.

- Open the gate!

- Move.

Come on.

- Move!

- Get in.

- Have no fear, sisters.

We're here to set you free.

- We've come from Interpol.

- I'm Sister Veronica, the
Superior of this congregation.

- Wait for our signal.

- Wait.

- Incoming.

- Ah, it's you.

You look like a monkey
lying down there.

Come on.

Let's get the hell out of here.

We'll clear the way for you.

Wait for our signal
at the side door, OK?

- Be careful.

Those nuns and monks
are no pushovers.

- We know.

- This is the shortest way.

- Come on.

- Come on!

- Come on.

- Come on.

Hurry it up.

Hurry it up.

- Duck.

Let's go!

- You, around the back!

That way!

- Hello.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Come on.

Hurry.

Watch your step.

Come on.

- Careful.

- Now, come on.

I think we'll be
safe here now, Miss--

who are--
- Wong.

Cleopatra Wong.
- Miss Wong.

- You can go back
to the monastery

when the fireworks stop.

- We shall be praying for you.

- Where the hell have you been?

- Oh, just having fun.

- Hey.

- There they are!

After them!

- Come on!

- Hey.

- You son of a bitch.

How are the nuns?

- Oh, they're all safe there.

- Good.

Hey!

- What are you waiting for?

- Yeah!
- New Year?

Blow up that building!
- OK.

- That printing press.
Go on.

- OK!

- Make it fast, man.

- Is it over?

- Yeah.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

- Oh, beautiful.

OK, let's clear up the building.

I'll take the back and the side.

You take care of the front.

- Sounds great.

- OK, let's go.

- Hey, there!

- Hey!

- There!

Hey, come on.

- Hold it, hold it.

- What's up?

- What the hell are
you guys doing here?

The enemy is back there.
- Oh?

- Get back there!
- Oh, right.

- Move your unholy asses.

- Look out!

- What should we do now?
- Cover me.

I'll go after the helicopter.

- Hey.

- Our Father, who
art in Heaven...