All language subtitles for They Call Her Cleopatra Wong (Bobby A. Suarez, 1978).english

(telephone ringing)

(telephone ringing)

I'd better answer the phone.

It 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'll call me at four 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 four in the morning,
and I'm supposed to be on holiday.

[dial tone]
Chief... hello?

Good morning, Cleo.

Good morning, Chief.

I don't mind getting out of bed this
early in the morning for all this money.

It's all yours,

and it's one of the reasons
why your chief in Singapore

asked you to see me immediately.

You must be kidding.
What can 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 block 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 at 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 are doing.

And then pack your bags,
take the nine o'clock flight.

Sims will meet you
at Singapore Airport.

How's 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 lead?

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 June Yee?
- OK.

Did the chief you assign 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?
- Uh-huh.

OK.
I'll take it.

Ah, 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.
- Hmm.

Arrange for her bail
and bring her to me.

Consider it done, Argo.

Boys, let's go.

Hmm.

Can I have my key, please?

Thank you.

Hi.

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 has 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!

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.

Hey quick, go.

After them, come on.

- Right, we'll get them.
- Lets go.

Call up Sims in Interpol.

- I'll lure the gang 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 grilling, Argo and his
men for practically the whole night,

and all we can get from them

is the information that the fake money
is 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, for the money
I'm paying you for the information.

Thank you.

Easy.

Hey.

Hey, hey, watch it.

Ahh.

You fools!
Look what you've done.

Clean it up immediately.

Up there, get after her!
Come on!

Hey!

Oh. No, no, no.

[telephone ringing]

Mr. Sims?

Yes.

Overseas call from 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 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 four 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 the 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.

Huh, 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 traced it's 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 hear confessions.

And these wooden crates, can we
intercept the 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, you.

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.

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?

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
who 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 the 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,

what other things incriminating
show up in those pictures.

Well, all the rules
are being strictly observed,

nothing unusual
can be seen from the air.

Why, even our people inside

are maintaining their customs
of nuns and monks.

That better be the gospel of truth,

or else I'll send you all to hell.

Now, go to your posts

and hide all those guns.
Damn it!

This is excellent.

Keep up the good work.

Maybe we better do
some more Philippine peso.

Hmm.

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?
- Huh.

All right, Fathers,

you may now pack
your unholy asses.

(chuckling)

I can see that the change in costume
makes a hell of a difference.

You all look so respectable
and saintly.

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 dress like monks.

Now, do you understand, stupido?

Ah, 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 send them all to heaven.

- Si, si.
- Right. Yeah.

Now, let's hear some reports.

What about Indonesia?

- The rupiah is sinking.
- Yeah.

It will hit bottom by the next time
our shipment is in Jakarta.

Hmm.

What about Thailand?

Good for us,
terrible for the Thais.

And the baht
is slowly sinking in value.

Hmm.

And Malaysia?

Malaysian dollar is holding on,
but give us time.

Kuala Lumpur is already flooded
with our money.

Hmm. Good.

Well, enjoy your spiked coffee,
Fathers,

while I visit the nuns.

I suppose this must be
Indonesian shipment.

Yes.

And after this we'll send out
the Malaysian dollars.

Hmm.

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.

Hmm.

Hey, it's us.
See.

We cannot 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.

We better go up then.

Watch it.

Hey, you. Hey.

Who me?

Yeah.
Who are you?

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

You, move!

So, you're a fake nun.

Move!

Alex, set up 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 there.

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.

Quick.

Hey, come on.

Oh, 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.

Hey.

Come on, hurry.

Watch your step.

- Be careful.
- Come on.

Now.
Come on.

I think we'll be safe here now,
Miss, ah... who?

- 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.

There they are!

After them!

Come on!

Hey! Whoa.

You son of a bitch!

How are the nuns?

Oh, they're all safe there.

Good.

Hey!
What are you waiting for?

- Yeah.
- No, yeah.

Blow up that building!

- The pretty place, come on!
- OK, OK.

Make it fast, man.

- Is it over?
- Yeah.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

Woo, beautiful!

OK.
Let's clear up the building.

I'll take the back and the side,
you take care of the front.

- OK?
- Right.

OK. Let's go.

- 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.

Come on.

Look out!

- What shall we do now?
- Cover me. I'll go after the helicopter.

...our Father who art in heaven...