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East, West, North, South? Look! Botswana, Angola, South-West, South Africa. We do not know in what country your son. We searched for him for six days, but have not found the right direction. So where will you look for? - But I can not sit here and do nothing! - Anything you can do, you're done. Now you just have to wait and pray. - We'll never find, Lolly. "Dirks, I you very much I love and I will find you " Where is the other half? - My father loves me, and he will find me ... My father loves me, and he will find me ... - Anton, you should go home. - I can not. - But you're there for a week and only make that wait and wait, when did you return? - Give me a few more days. - Okay, let's say, three days, okay? - Okay. - Where are the helicopters? - I sent them back to Pretoria. - You will not stop looking! Three groups are patrolling every day ... - And never find it! ... - Anton, your son is in the desert for two weeks. He died. - No. - I have to be tough, because you need to recognize that the child died, and you have to close The home and forget.
- I've come to take you home. we Are agreed that you will stay for three days. That was six days ago! - Hello, Jack. Look, if I leave everything and go home, they stop searching. - Let's face it - can not be that he was still alive. You have to work and try to forget that you had a son. I was not able to sell your furniture, so I had to borrow five thousand. You have to go back and give the money. - Thank U. Lolly? Lolly? No! Get out! Leave me alone! Get out! Leave me alone! Lolly! She is here! And her puppies! Go take a look! Do not go! Hey, wait, do not leave me here! Hey, wait, do not brasayte me alone! Do not leave me, please! Wait a minute! Wait for me! Hey, wait for me! No, no, please! Please! - Good morning.
- Good Morning. - How are you? - I - well. You can tell your boss that I am fine. - I did not come here for the sake of history. - Maybe sit down? I work to forget. It is not easy. - Is there anything I can do for you? - De Vries. Where? Port Arthur? Yes, yes, I'm going. They found the wreckage of the plane. Burned. Sorry, I ... I ... - Yes, I understand. Thank U. - And I'm sorry, I was wrong. - Your people must conduct extended Search on this site. Your mobile units are searching for with a radius of 20 degrees. and tell them to stay away from red dunes. There's no one would survive. All Lieutenant. - Colonel. - Guys! Survey the neighborhood. Move to the distance of 20 degrees. And stay away from the red dunes.
Started. - Good afternoon, sir. - Good afternoon. Colonel here? - No, sir, all gone in search of the boy. - They wanted a red dunes? - No, the colonel said, the child there survive. - Well, of course, let's go! - Where to? - To the red dunes! He is there! - He's in the red dunes and it's my fault, because I said that he should go to the south. But who would have thought that he would be there. - Maybe he has not found a flyer? - There were two million! - Bushmen. We need to talk to them. Maybe they saw the boy or his footprints. Sir! He says he saw the baby! The day before yesterday. - Where? - Over there, in the middle of the desert. - He was still alive? - What did he say? Says the baby was alive. He left it there. He says the child was evil. This means that he was obsessed. It was an evil spirit.
- But how could he leave the child to die there? - He said the child was throwing stones. This is a big taboo ... If someone throws something at them ... - Fair Enough, tell him that I will give him a lot of money, if he only shows us where the child. - Do not agree. Says he does not want to again closer to the boy. - Tell him to only bring up the place where he had seen the child. - Now what? Said the boy over there. This thing will stick in the dunes, better to drive the party or go with a bushman walk. - No, I can not risk it. Do You Stay in the car, and I'll go with him. - Then you'd better get a gun. And when he can find - shoot, so I can hear where you are. And I'm going to click on the signal of the machine, and you'll hear where I am. - Okay. - Dirk! Dirks! Dirk! Dirks! Dirk! Lolly? Lolly! Dirk! Dirk! He is alive! He's alive! Ben! Ben, you were right!
I found it! Benny! Bennie, where are you? Ben! Ben! No, Lolly, no, I have to take Dirks. Ben ... (loud rock music playing) (laughing) We should have these parties more than once a month. I would, but Mina tends to get jealous. I love you, Chief, but if anybody should be jealous, it's you. (laughs) Who's that guy? Hey, Chief... I didn't know you were into guys, too. What guy? (two gunshots) Daddy? So, two nights ago, he has a party. High-end guest list, very private. That was the last anyone saw of him. Housekeeper arrives 20 minutes ago. This is what she found. Ex - Chief of Detectives. Left to make the big bucks. Consulting to the security at every major casino in town, and couldn't even protect himself. There's only one interpretation for this:
"Kill the pig." And what about the rest of his family? No sign of the wife. What about the daughter? Housekeeper assume d that she spent the Assumed? She's gone. His wife and daughter are missing. His silver Cadillac DTS is also missing. We're looking for any signs of forced entry in the house, - any signs of ransack that's not associated We need serious damage control. When it's going to be bad for morale all around. - I'll take the downstairs. - Yeah, I'll be Looks execution - style. At least one shot to the back of the head. A lot of bruising around these handcuffs. So he probably fought back. Without a doubt. Found a shell casing. Looks like one of ours. Nine- millimeter, standard issue. So where do you suppose the chief keeps his gun safe? (drilling) We're in. Thank you, Scott. No problem. What do you got? .38.
Nice. Pearl handle.25. Clear? I'm looking forthat.9. So you think the chief might've kept his signature piece someplace else? "For 25 years of distinguished service." An honor like that. Keep it in the case. Yeah. So I'm thinking that the wife might be in on this. Why didn't she plan better? Pack the kid's clothes. What? The nanny told me that she only took one shirt... one the kid wouldn't even wear. Security guard. No party list, but he did see each car that left the night of Chief Rittle left around 5:00 a.m. 5:14, to be exact. You saw Chief Rittle leave? Yeah. He was with his wife and kid. And he had his baseball cap and sunglasses on, like he always does. So you saw a baseball cap and sunglasses. (cell phone rings) Did you actually see the chief's face? Well... actually, I didn't. Brass found the chief's Cadillac. Who found it? In-house security. Blue jacket.
First time he saw the car was Saturday. Chalk ed the tires twice. Saw the bulletin on the chief and called us. Any bodies, Joe? I already checked inside the car. We're waiting on you to check the trunk. (cell phone rings) Whoa. Excuse me. Who is this? "Chief Rittle"? What is his connection to the chief? I don't know. But, if he has gunpowder residue on him, could be our shooter. Okay. Florida Highway Patrol called. Several motorists saw a girl matching Sasha's exact physical walking along an access road. In Florida? Miami - Dade County. Chief was shot Friday night. It's a two-day drive if you don't stop. It's national news with national attention. I'm not surprised we're getting call-ins. Well, if it is our little girl, she's got evidence on her One of us should be down there to Take Warrick. I don't think he's ever been to Florida. She's seven years old! She's wearing a pink shirt!
She was last seen by a motorist there! She can be two kilometers in either direction. Think of this area as a quadrant. Divide up. You, north. You, south. Got it! (squeals) (squealing) Sasha? Sasha? My name is Horatio Caine. I'm the head of the Crime Unit. Horatio? Yeah. That's a funny name, isn't it? My mother named me after a famous writer named Horatio Alger. Ever hear of him? Is your badge real? Yeah. Yeah, that's real. My daddy's a policeman. I know that. I knew that. They're looking for me, you know. Me, too. Me, too. What do you say we sit here and get found together? (sighs) What a day.
(helicopter whirring) Burgundy sedan. Caucasian female. Age 32. Traveling with a Caucasian male, indeterminate age. I got a female in distress. I want the APB to extend to the whole state. Panhandle to the Keys. Yes, sir. Good. Horatio Caine. Catherine Willows. Caine. Brown. Child Services has sent a doctor out. All right, let's just be clear. This is a Las Vegas case. This is our victim, and we do the processing. Okay, I didn't say he processed her. I just I appreciate the respect. You sure about that? Does she know about her father? Not yet. Well, I'd like to get started processing. Can you show me where you found her? Okay, I found her right in here. And... this is the young lady right over here. Hi, Sasha. I'm Catherine Willows.
And... I need to ask you a few questions. Okay? My kit. Did the man touch you? He hit my mommy. Did he hit you? Did he hurt you in any way? He acted like I wasn't there. Well, you know what always happens to bad people? They leave behind a part of themselves, and that's how you can help us find your mommy. Now, I need to look underneath your You want to show me what's in your hand? It's okay. Where did you get that? Go! Run, Sasha, run! I ran out after they drove off. I picked that up. I bet it felt cold when you picked it up. No. No... hot. Hmm. You're trick ing me. You're too smart for that. You can spot a Glock cartridge from a block away: Rectangular firing pin impression, breach face shear. This casing's no Glock. It's isn't your chief's weapon. Well, whoever this guy is, he's a lousy shot.
Five casings, no hits. Oh, by the way, I'm Calleigh Duquesne. Don't ask me how to spell it. Southern. Catherine Willows. Southern... Nevada. You got a theory on how the mother and all the way in Miami from Las Vegas? Well, we don't actually work theories. Do we, Warrick? No, just evidence. We're much more fanciful down here. Aren't we, Horatio? I think that's a fair description. My guess is, this belongs to a Taurus 9, made in Brazil. It's a cheap and you may not see many of them in Vegas, but we get them down here all the time. Which makes me think this guy wasn't fleeing Las Vegas. He was coming home to Miami. Well, it's no longer "Trunk Man." Identified him from his dental records. Jason Doyle. Dead for three days; no GSR. So, I guess he didn't shoot Rittle. We only recovered one slug from his cranium. And I got this fragment from his lower back. His lower back? I thought he was shot twice in the head. Vascular embolization. Bullet got into his arterial system. That's rare.
Well, it took a full-body X ray for me to find the thing. Bullet entered here, fragmenting at the neck, and losing velocity upon penetration of the Tube down the aorta, continually losing momentum. As it exit ed the aorta, it struck the vertebral column and then was swept down to the base of the aorta where I recovered it here at the lumbar region. (huffs) Pinball. Looks like nines... like we found in the chief. I'll call Catherine. Thanks. Yeah. Hey, Nick. Mm-hmm? You ever been to a swingers' party? Well, if it's the same thing as a frat party, yeah, lots of them. You know, you get enough booze going, things can get pretty wild. Frat party, huh? I wouldn't know anything about that. How wild? Multiple-partner wild. And it'd be no big deal to have two, maybe three Hit on the rock glass. Work card. "Orpheus Hotel. Tiffany Langer." Who's she? Showgirl. Yes, I went to the party. No, I didn't go alone. And, no, I'm not telling you my date's name or anyone else who was there.
These people are important. Well, a very important police officer was murdered there. I don't care. It took me a long time to get into the circle, and I plan on staying there. Was there anybody there you didn't know? Anybody who wasn't in "the circle"? Well, my date. Do you know where he is? I haven't seen him since that night. He sent me home with a judge and his wife. So... your date stayed at the party after you left? As far as I know. Where does he live? I don't know. I've known him for five days. Well, that's 120 hours. There must be something you know about him that you could share Right-handed, a Libra, circumcised, rich... Back-East rich. Which kind of surprised me because he wore really cheap cologne. Cheap? How? Smelled funny... sweet. Are you sure it was cologne? Or deodorant. Mouthwash, maybe All I know is it smelled sickly sweet. To be honest, I thought he could have used a little help in that department. Would you happen to have an article of clothing of his by any chance? The only thing he gave me was a good time.
Hey, guess what? This isn't about you. This is about a missing seven-year-old girl. Why don't you give us his name? Adam Van der Welk. Uh... no, the chief's little girl is with Child Services. We're still at the drop-off place. Yeah, right. Will do, Brass. I got a pill. Looks like a sedative. Okay. Diazapam. Benzos. That could explain why the mother didn't escape with her daughter. She was incapacitated. Go! How'd the little girl get away? We got some tire treads on the shoulder. Made an easy stop. And why did he pick such a secluded area? Seems like a great place to ice someone. Or take a leak. Maybe that's why he stopped the car here... to take a leak. Run! Run, Sasha, run! Let me ask you another question: When you're home alone, do you lock the I don't even know you. Sure, you do.
We all do. It's human nature to avoid being vulnerable, isn't it? So, if that's the case, then he would look for a tree to shield himself, wouldn't he? So, then the question becomes, how far along this path before he loses sight of them? Not very far. Look at this. Bang. Footprints... and this is urine. If you're lucky, urethral cells with slough off with urine. But, if we get his DNA, there's a chance we'll get him. (cell phone rings) Yeah. Caine. What do you mean, FBI? So you're saying the guy has B.O.? Body odor, bad breath. I don't know; there's something about Adam Van der Welk that makes him smell. All this because some showgirl said he smelled sweet? Sickly sweet. Smells can be like fingerprints, my dear. Hey, what's going on there? I thought you were meeting the Feds? Uh... yeah, we are. They picked the place. The Shore Club. Later. What's taking so long? That is a good question. Hey, I just ran into a Fed in the lobby. He told me that, apparently, the Vegas case fits the profile of a serial the FBI's been tracking.
Hey, you're from Vegas? Speedle. Brown. Where was the Fed? He's right there in the lobby. He's got his little, you know, headphone on, and his little tie. And you talked to him? Yeah. Do they have an I.D. Yet? No I.D. Yet, but their perp targets wealthy couples at their playgrounds... Pebble Beach, Aspen, the Hamptons. Evidently, the husbands get murdered first and the wives later... after they've enjoyed 48 hours of fun and games. 48? Vegas? Speedle. Willows. That's it? There's also a link to Miami. Of course there is. Or, you know, he could just be some geriatric dude that just digs the weather. I don't understand. Why didn't the Feds put this out on NCIC? Because they're Feds. Excuse me. Dennis. Dennis. Yeah? Tick-tock, Dennis. While you're waiting to get your ducks in a row, the guy with the "Miami link" just slipped through my hands. Horatio, I didn't have federal approval...
I need answers for this little girl. Her father's just been killed... maybe her mother, too... and that's your fault. You understand that. It sounds like you're making this personal. Dennis, you don't give me this link, I will make this very personal. All of his victims stayed here in the last year. Here? This hotel? Rittle and his wife, too. Last winter. Mmm. Wish I would have known that. Maybe he would still be alive. Yeah? (speaking Spanish) Si... Vamos. I had a bad feeling about this. What did she just say to you? She just said that you need to learn the language. I don't see this burgundy car. Where you looking? Check the disturbance along the bank and follow it in. How did you find the disturbance? Drive up and down the No, the thing about Miami is the entire city's watched from above. Coast Guard choppers. Someone going to cover me?
I got you. Cover you for what? Alligators. Only way to outrun a gator is to swim faster than the guy next to you. Isn't that right, Delko? Used to have a partner. Guys... please? That her? Yeah, that's Mina Rittle. Our guy's still in the wind, folks. Still in the wind. What's her name? Mina Rittle. Who wrapped you, Mina? The plastic wasn't for transport. Covering her intimates... most likely sexual. Two gunshot wounds, left temple. One shot was a through-and-through. Trace ASAP, along with the plastic. My preliminary probe shows water in the lungs, which indicates she was still alive when Looks like the eyes are glued shut. Gold crusty substance underneath. What is that, Mina? The substance is water- soluble. But somehow it got preserved in the water. My guess is the plastic was wrapped around her eyes at Wait a minute. There's a lot more of it. What do you want to bet this is in every orifice?
You guys got a sick one. Aha! Delko, you've been down there for45 minutes. Do you know the level of bacteria in the water? You can get all kinds of infections. What do you got? Water pistol. One water logged Beretta knockoff. Suspect's personal gun? That's it. Congratulations. I'll put it over the wires that he's not carrying that Taurus anymore Do that, and take a shower. Nice shoes. Ma'am, you have to concentrate on the face... in parts... not just the whole. Ask me what he wore. Ask me if he was good in bed. Just don't ask me how close together his eyes were. You said he kind of looked like Ricky Martin, right? Yeah, with a touch of Jude Law. Try to not just picture him. Try to think of an event. Okay... Three-way kiss. His lower lip was kind of pouty... and he had this Michael Douglas thing working, you know... - a cleft in his chin. Kind of like that? Yeah. You're right.
That is easier. Adam Van der Welk. Little girl saw a monster. Showgirl saw a husband. So this guy could be anybody. Yeah, that's the problem with eyewitnesses. All the more reason to rely on evidence. Tell Warrick hey. Let me know if anything breaks. You, too. Hey. Hey. So, how's your colleague Grissom doing on the aroma angle? I'm sure he's making progress, but Grissom rarely says anything until he's good Smart man. I just wanted to show you something. The sticky substance we got off the wife is, in fact, honey. You say that like it means something. Well, honey on its own is just honey but, when you add plastic wrap, it's... a different situation. (techno-pop playing) (cheering) (crowd chanting) Five... four... three two... one... (cheering) Yum. This is where he got the idea. Yep. Wish me luck. Some guys like to lick it off. Really? I'm partial to the swab myself. Ready, honey?
Coming, dear. Tuberculosis victims emit breath that smells like wet leaves. Maple, elm, ash, what? I'm not sure. Miami is pulling cars out of canals, chasing leads, debriefing the kid... and you guys are flip ping through textbooks? This is how I work. Tuberculosis. Cyanide Poisoning. Endocrinology. I'm following my nosino. You're closer to this Van der Welk guy than Doctor. Doctor. How about Darier disease? Doesn't that give you a rash that smells like We're looking for something a little sweeter. There's diabetic ketoacidosis. Body has excess glucose, which converts to ketone... gets expelled through the pore s. Has a fruity smell. It would help if we had a piece of the assailant's clothing. What? I think I overlooked some evidence. I'm going to isolate it using high-performance liquid chromatography. Once we identify the pollen, we'll know if it's floral honey. So, H, when's the last time you were in I was there opening night. I didn't see you there. I was, uh... VIP. What is this?
It's Tupelo honey. It's the purest of all honeys. Stays in liquid form for life. Doesn't Where'd you get that? CDC hip ped me to it after that Africanized Okay, let's swap this out. I want you to take a look at this. We got this off the chief's wife. It's a match. It's a match. $500 for five dollars' worth of honey? I don't Those are mostly for decoration but, once in a while, some bigwig comes, Wouldn't it have been easier to put these in order? This is Maybe not. I've got a receipt from two nights ago. Let me see that. Do you recognize this guy? Yeah. Looks just like every other Joe that Look, you work the door. Anybody come in here in the last 48 hours that bought some of that very expensive Tupelo honey? This is Miami. Every night's a weekend. My people tell me that a customer came in two nights ago to Wasn't a customer. It was a limo driver. - A limo driver?
- Yeah. Gordon. Gave me a C-note just to double- park. Did this Gordon tell you who he had in the No. Just that it was some rich guy... some Let me guess... from Vegas. Yeah. (siren wailing) How did you find him? Figured, limo driver... airport. I spotted Gordon, here, on Alton... back way to Miami International. Lit him up, pulled him over here. Nice work. You got a last name, Gordon? Daimler. Look, Officer, the Corwins are coming in on their I really should be there. Well, the Corwins are going to have to wait. We understand that another one of your bought some very expensive honey from a Yeah, well, I've had stranger requests. This customer of yours have a name? Never got it. He paid cash. Never saw a Well, did you notice anything unusual about Did he smell? Did he... have an odor? Uh... his breath, maybe.
He'd been drinking Remember what he was drinking? Was it Whatever I have stocked. - Well, we'd like to take a look. - Sure. Go ahead. Vodka. Gin. Smell that? Sickly sweet. That's exactly how Grissom described it. You want me to do what? Smell this. That's it. That's Adam's smell. In the five days that you two were together, did you happen to notice what he was drinking? Champagne. Did he ever drink anything sweeter, like whiskey or cognac? Are you kidding me? With him, it was all Dom all the time. You found a medical condition. Diabetic ketoacidosis. It's an insulin deficiency. His body's been expelling excess glucose. Makes him smell fruity. Which, I guess, could easily be mistaken for whiskey breath. Hey, can you test for diabetic ketoacidosis off urine? Well, blood's the best but, if you had a urine sample, maybe. Ask him what medication you would take for that.
What would a doctor prescribe? Novalin insulin. Lucky for us we found blood in his urine. Absence of C - Peptide in the blood. Means the insulin in our guy's system isn't natural... it's synthetic. And prescribed. We're right over here. This is our database. Okay, what we're looking for is a patient who's purchased synthetic insulin in the last 48 hours. Here we go. Gordon Daimler. That's the limo driver. That's him. And the reason that old Gordon probably didn't smell when we picked him up is because he'd just taken his insulin, hadn't he? But the scent was still in the limo's AC system. Well, now we have this guy's address. Yes, take a look at this address. A limousine driver with a house on the water in Coconut Grove? I don't think so. Who's the owner of record? Let's check it. Sissy and Dylan Corwin. That's the couple that he was picking up at the airport when we pulled him over. That's right. So then maybe that's how he finds his victims... driving a limo. And, when they're away at some posh resort, he moves into their house, doesn't he? Hops over to Las Vegas. Visits the couple he met in Miami.
Kills the husband... Mm-hmm. ...brings the wife back here... kills her. And, when the Corwins come home... not good. No one's answering inside. Miami - Dade Police! Slowly. Slowly. I got a blood trail here... leading to the garage. He dragged her body to here... and put her in that car. Nine-mil. One shot's a through-and-through. Scalp hair. He fired this one first. I don't know. To terrorize her. This strike here. That one's all business. He wrapped her in plastic by the bed, raped her. Then dragged her in here and cornered her like an animal If Gordon's true to form, he's going to kill the Corwins. You guys should take a look at this. Well, people don't really buy these houses for the view. It's a place to put a million-dollar boat. But what's your point? The boat's missing, and that's where he's killing them right now. Speed, get on that thing right now. Put the birds in the air and call the Coast Guard. Right now.
Do it. Air and Sea, this is Tim Speedle. I need you to be on the lookout for a yacht... T-45. R.O. Dylan and Sissy Corwin. Commandeered by one Gordon Daimler. Gordon Daimler. Commandeered by... Gordon Daimler. Coast Guard found her adrift! No radio contact! We hailed her. No response. Infrared's up. Blue means dead, red means alive. Pink. Body heat's fading. Person's dying. - Identify the other players. - Speed? Red. Is that our suspect? I'm not sure. I am. How? We haven't identified all the players. He's going back to finish off the job. Detweiler. Getting a bead on him, sir. M.O. On this guy says husband's already
He's going back to finish off the wife. You're good to go. Body language does not look like an attack. Wait a minute, wait a minute. Don't the Corwins have a jet? The Corwins have a jet, right? Gordon's left them here to die! Abort this, Sackheim! Abort this! Interstate case. Not your call! Proceed! Stand down! Take him out! Detweiler, I know you want to impress your but there's an innocent man on that boat. Now, if you take this shot, I'm going to be in your grille for the rest of your natural life. I want you to think bout what that might be Think about that. Thank you. Speed, the Corwins have a jet. Find the jet. Call the FAA, and ground the jet by authority of Miami-Dade County. You got it, H. Give us 30 seconds. Then send backup! Mr. Corwin! I tried to save her. It's too late. (sobbing)
Get me Fire and Rescue. A few more minutes, sir, we'll be on our way to Monaco. (pistol cocking) Good evening... Mr. Van der Welk. Gordon, did you drive your limo here? He's clean. The Corwins... are my friends. They lent me this plane. Like the lent you their boat? Speak to the pilot. Dylan Corwin called him personally. Directed him to fly me to Monaco. I'd rather call "Dylan" at the hospital to confirm. The husband didn't die. You left us a witness and enough evidence to convict you in two Rich men don't go to jail. You're not rich, Gordon. I'm going to, uh... I'm going to book this guy. You want to go with? Nah, you got it. I'll have my D.A. Call your D.A. (chuckles) Sounds good. Sounds good. Uh... Thank you for your help on this. Thanks for yours, actually. Right.
You take care of yourself. I always do. Hey. My mommy and daddy are dead, aren't they? Well, your aunt is flying in to talk to you. That's a yes. I lost someone once. Who? Well... Did you feel sick? Still do. Still do. Sasha... People are going to say a lot of things about your mom and dad, and some of them are going to be true, but what I want you to remember is that they fought like heroes for you. Will you remember that for me? Good. Good for you. Hello. Hey. Nice tan. Nice suit. Yeah, well, I knew you were coming back Yeah. Right. Really. What? Nothing. It's just... unusual to see you dressed like I had to go to the chief's funeral. Missed me that much, huh?
[theme music plays] [restaurant hubbub, background music plays] A moment. Don't run away. My friend here, don't let him dry out, huh. - Johnny. - Angie! - How've you been keeping? - As if you didn't know. Look, if you're planning to make trouble-- - You know me. - That's just it. Next time-- No, I had it coming to me, huh? - That's right. - Teach me my place. A woman, she should be in the home. Now I am worried. It's all right. I learn my lesson. - So, what do you want? - A home. Say, a lease on a nice house and £100. - You've got to be joking. - I'd settle for 500 in cash. - What for? - Chance of a lifetime. With that old soak? What's he got?
- It matters? - No competition. I told you. I don't want no more razors. Whoever fixed your face did a good job. - Give me a start, huh? - I don't know. What's the angle? Medical. I pay back double in two months. Hang around, I'll see what I can do. - Sorry. - That's all right. Some business. They look after you, huh? - Um-hm. - Another? - I wouldn't say no. - Do you ever? - It's not that I want one. - I know. It's a disease, drink, you know... physiological. Stay with me. I give you all the drink in the world. Starting now. Thanks. - What's your name? - Angie Quiller. Roger Full. How do you do?
- I've been thinking... - What about? - This. - Me also. [clattering] Sit up and look good, huh? Don't you take that tone with me, young lady. You're addressing a member of the professional classes. Physicians have been respected members of the community for years. - I am a physician. - Once. And shall be again. With this. Oh, yes, I most certainly shall. One lapse. They'll overlook that in a man - who brings this to the world. - A useless drunk. Physician heal thyself. I shall cure myself, of course. And after? Half a dozen spectacular cures-- Are you mad? You lay a finger on one patient, they'll have you behind bars. - They won't know. - Unless I tell them. Why would you do that? Oh, for God's sake! Because I've got a better idea. You want to prove something?
All right. Do it my way, you'll get results. I'll make money, and no trouble with police. - What are you talking about? - Be quiet now, huh. It's yours for a month. Make sure it pays off. And don't say that I don't look after you. You're a lovely man. - What's that? - Capital. You and me, we do business. We are about to found the Full-Quiller Clinic. - I don't understand. - You will. Come, we got work to do. - What's the angle? - Cosmetic surgery. Can't say it sets me on fire. Hardly touches the bulk of our readers. That's how he started. It seems he's been branching out of late. He's treated at least one patient for a tumour. - Malignant? - I don't know. Anyway, the point is he was struck off ten years ago. - What for? - Killing a patient. - Really? - He was drunk at the time.
Yes, well, you may have something there, but these articles of yours are tailing off a bit. Look at where you've been placing them. It's a case of which comes first, ducky, isn't it? It's your enthusiasm that keeps me going. All right, go ahead. See how it works out. But remember, we really need a strong finisher. You find out he is pushing some phoney cancer cure and I'll go to town for you. You don't want much, do you? Increased circulation, that's all. [electronic whirring] Hello Control, this is Supernormal 17-- [Control] Yes, Al? I'm getting a rather odd signal from bag number 67 4101 . That the one you lost to another timescale? - Yes, that's the one. - Well? Well, last time I had anything like this, it was one of the kits being used for cosmetic purposes. We took a dim view, didn't we? Yes, that's why I'm querying it now. Of course, it's not necessarily harmful. Depends where it is... on the ethical climate. The signal's intermittent, it's not very strong. - This side of emergency? - Yes, I'd have thought so. All right, leave it on. Watch it though. Will do. Not a mark!
I don't think you'll have any further trouble. That's wonderful. I'll tell you, Doctor, when I came to you I had a good many doubts. Yes, people usually do. You see, before I came here, this specialist, as a matter of fact, told my wife it was malignant. I don't think he'll say that again. Surprising how people can slip up, isn't it? Supposed to be a top man, too. I can't thank you enough, Doctor. You've done a wonderful job. Very reasonably too, if I may say so. Now if there's anything I can do, I mean, in the way of recommendation-- - Thank you. - Not at all. - Thank you, Doctor. - Good day. Thank you very much. Goodbye, Doctor. - Another satisfied customer. - Yes. What's the matter? - That growth. It was malignant. - Well? - There's not a trace of it now. - Good for you. I'm beginning to wonder whether we've got our priorities right. - How do you mean? - All this cosmetic work when we could be doing something that really matters.
You want to bite the hand that feeds you? We'd never have got started without cosmetic work. You couldn't just put up a plate and go into general practice, could you? - Not then, but-- - Miss Flannery, please. Look, I haven't got time to stand and argue. There's a waiting room full of patients. They're quite happy with us as we are. But that's hardly the point. Let's talk about it some other time, huh? Very well. - Miss Flannery? - Doctor. Please. Now, then, Miss Flannery, what seems to be the trouble? Well, I have this sort of nagging backache. - All the time. - More or less. But not just when you're tired or-- - No, no, all the time. - I see. And how long has this been going on for? Six months, I suppose. You've consulted your own doctor, presumably? - Yes. - And what did he do? She. My doctor's a woman. She gave me some liniment. - No good?
- No, none at all. - Did you go back to her? - No. Yes, that's the idea. There's nothing to worry about. Quite relaxed. Twenty, 19. Twenty, 20. Twenty, 18. Sixteen... just a moment. Yes, 16, 20. You have a slightly over-active thyroid, Miss Flannery. Also there seems to be something wrong with your left lung. I don't think it's anything serious but I'd like to take a closer look. Would you mind removing your blouse and lying face-down on the couch? What are you going to do? [electric jingling] You won't mind if I blindfold you for the examination? - Well-- - Thank you. That's it. Thank you. Yes... Don't worry. [high-pitched bleeping] Yes, there's an old tubercular scar down there. I don't think it's doing any particular harm, but a person of your constitution needs all the oxygen she can get. Now if you'd like to lie just perfectly still, yes, right. I'll fix it for you. Instrument nine?
Quite still. Good. - Now-- - I hope you know what-- Instrument 30. After this I shall need three CCs of vascular glue. Good girl. Mmm-hm. Yes. There we are. - No harm done. - What? I took out your fibrosis. A good friend it's been to you too. It's walled off the infection, so you're still alive to tell the tale. - You did that? Here? - Yes. - But I didn't feel anything. - And there's no scar either. We may not be able to give you the security of conventional medicine, but there are advantages. I've left your thyroid, you're used to it. Besides, it will probably correct itself once you stop worrying about your job. As for the backache, if you have any further trouble, I would be inclined to see your own doctor again. She could be right, you know. Doctor, there are a lot of questions I want to ask-- Yes, I'm sure, but I don't give interviews. I have a lot of patients waiting for me. But what about my next appointment?
You're cured. There's nothing more I can do for you. Well, how much do I owe you? Miss Quiller will take care of that. This way, please. - Oh, and Miss Flannery. - Yes? Look out for quacks. The woods are full of them. - What were you trying to do? - An experiment. Well, don't do it again. You practically gave me heart failure, mucking about like that. - You could have killed her. - But I didn't. - I cured her lung condition. - More by luck than judgement. Don't you see? If you follow the instructions and set the instruments correctly, you can't go wrong. All right. So we got away with it that time. What's the point? I'm beginning to think, with this, we can do anything. - Cure anything. - That's no reason - to chance your arm. - But it is. We must find out. I need to find out. - But to go and operate on her.
- She was sick. You don't know who she is. That's what I mean. She could be anyone, a snooper or anything. - She's a journalist. - How do you know? Well, I read the papers. She's a household name, specialises in 'dramatic exposures'. - And you carved her up? - Why not? With your record? Here? You gone mad? Given enough publicity, we may be able to practice real medicine again. What's the matter with you? We've got a nice little thing going-- But what possible harm could she do? She can put you in prison and me back in the gutter. [Miss Flannery] And after that he put these discs all over me. Made out he was getting readings from some dial. - Wonderful! - You've never seen such hokum. Then he blindfolded me. Fiddled about for a bit with some equipment. When he took the bandages off, he told me he'd removed the fibrosis you diagnosed. - No! - And I hadn't felt a thing. I mean, there wasn't even a trace of a scar. And how much did this performance cost? Fifty guineas.
You asked for a receipt, I hope. Oh yes, a detailed receipt. Well, you've got to give them full marks for gall. And yet in spite of all that mumbo-jumbo, there was something extraordinarily impressive about him. Oh, these confidence tricksters can be very convincing. That's how they make their living. Oh, I know. I've met enough since I started this series but-- Yes? This was the first time I got the feeling that, well, it was almost as if he believed what he was saying. I don't doubt some of them fool themselves, too. No, I'm putting it very badly. It's hard to explain. He didn't seem to be trying to impress me, somehow. It's very odd. Well, let's judge by results, shall we? Ah, thank you. If this shows what it must, I think you'll really be able to wax indignant - in your final article. - And how! - Good God! - What is it? [nurse] Yes? Nurse, that plate you just brought in. You're sure, it's the one we took of Miss Flannery? - Yes, why? - You couldn't possibly have confused it with another patient's? No. I developed it myself, brought it straight in.
Is there something wrong? I just want to make sure. That's all. - It's not possible! - What's wrong? You remember my showing you the fibrosis on that first plate we took? - That's it, isn't it? - Yes, there. Clear as a bell. Now look at this new one. - It's not there. - Not a sign of it. Spontaneous remission? ln the time? Or in a condition as advanced as that? I've never known it happen before. Then what does it mean? There must be some logical explanation. - What? - I haven't the faintest idea. - Then, whatever he did-- - It just doesn't make sense. It makes a hell of a story, doesn't it? You are sure? No question. Your lung's clear. Here... for you. Angie, we can't go on like this. Like what? Running a beauty parlour, more or less.
What we've got here... I'm not even sure it should be in private hands. Medicine belongs to the world. Yes, I know, it may sound corny-- What has the world has ever done for us? But it happens to be what I believe. You know what you are? Ungrateful. - Squandering it like this. - We're doing all right. But we haven't even begun to explore its full potential. It's ours. Ours! We came on it by chance and we've cashed in on it for ages. - And why not? - But we've no right to keep it to ourselves. There are people who need it. Really need it. People who are sick. - Don't give me that mush. - We owe it to humanity. And what about me? Don't you owe me anything? Well, yes, yes-- You just remember what you were when I met you. Struck off. A lush. And look at you now. Who have you got to thank for that? This cured me.
When I put a roof over your head! Cleaned you up. Clothed you. If it hadn't been for me you wouldn't be here. You'd have lost that by now, if you hadn't pawned it. - Well, wouldn't you? - Probably. Who put you back on the map? Who showed you how to use that? - You did. - That's right. And you think I'm going to let you throw all that away? Just because you want to be a 'proper' doctor? - Where did that ever get you? - All right, all right! Perhaps they won't allow me to use it. No! If we could give it to the... The BMA? The Royal College-- - They'll give you a medal. - It could be of some real good. And what I am supposed to do for a living while you walk around in a holy glow? I told you, we'll think of something. - What? - I don't know. You see? I tell you, let that out of our sight and we are done. Finished! But if Edna Flannery gives us the right kind of publicity--
You can count that out for a start. I cured her, didn't I? What does she say? - Nothing. - But-- They shut her up. Finished the series. There's nothing. Of course... I don't know about 'of course'. It's obvious, isn't it? A quack who kills or maims, well, ah, yes, that's news. People want to read about that. But one who actually heals people... They don't want to know. They don't want to read about it. It's no story. And a good job, too, if you ask me. If she'd only just told the truth... Yes, well, she didn't even get the chance, so let's forget it, huh. Oh, come on. It's not the end of the world. We're not doing any harm are we? We're not doing so bad. You're tired, that's what it is. Tell you what, let's shut up shop for the day. Have a drink, go and get a slap-up lunch somewhere. I'll pay. And after we could... Well, go back to my place, if you like.
And... what do you say? We've earned ourselves a bit of fun, haven't we? Thank you. I've got to see somebody. - Who? - See you later. [loudly] Who? [knocking] - Doctor Kelland? - Yes? I'm terribly sorry but there's someone to see you. - Tell them I'm busy. - I have. He insists it's urgent. He won't go away. - Won't? - It's a Mr. Full. That rings a... Yes, show him in. Give me a minute. Get rid of this, then show him in, will you? Yes. All right. Mr. Full, sir. - Mr. Kelland. - Yes? - I'm Roger Full. - Dr. Full? Thank you. I treated your patient, Miss Flannery.
- So I understand. - I cured her. - Possibly. - Didn't I? Her condition appears to have improved since seeing you, certainly. On the other hand you're no longer qualified. - I came-- - As a former doctor, you must know that I'm not allowed to consort with a doctor who has been struck off. Even for the good of your patient? Under any circumstances. Yes, well, as a matter of fact, that's why I came to see you. I came into possession of a medical bag. The instruments are different from the ones we are used to and... - ...there's a date on the bag. - What date? 2160. - It could be a patent number. - No, July, 2160. - How did you come by this bag? - I found it. I don't understand, but it works. Well, you've seen the results. It has, well, miraculous properties. How does it work? There's a sort of Diagnostic Card with instructions. If you follow them, it works. Well, you've seen for yourself. - Where did it come from? - Well, I don't know. It sort of materialized.
Perhaps some young inventor has found out how to break the timescale. It all sounds a little far fetched-- Well, of course it does. That's why I've got to demonstrate it. You do realise that if it does work, we'll probably take it away from you? - Yes. - You don't mind? Yes, I mind. But it's too much, too great a responsibility... for one man to keep to himself. Too great a privilege. All right. I'll see what I can do, talk to my colleagues. I might be able to persuade them to allow you to carry out an experiment - under clinical conditions. - Thank you. I can't guarantee it, but I must insist on one proviso. - But of course, anything. - If I'm to do this, you must undertake not to use the equipment meanwhile. - I've got myself to think of. - Of course. It's one thing to arrange a demonstration for you. I can't consort with an unqualified practitioner. - Yes. - So no more cosmetic surgery. No more experiments of any kind, or I wash my hands of you. - Agreed? - Agreed. ln fact, you'd better hand over this... this bag to the Royal College for safe keeping. Then I'll see what I can organise - and be in touch with you.
- Thank you. - Welcome home. - Thank you. - About time. - I've got some great news. - It'll have to keep. - Our troubles are almost over. There's a patient waiting for you. Cosmetic? - What else? - No, not now. - Why? - Because it's an abuse. Listen, she's loaded. We have a chance to show what we can really do. She's ready to part with good money to lose the bags under her eyes. No, I can't. It won't take you five minutes. But don't you understand? There are people who are really suffering. What makes you think she isn't? I tell you, I'd be suffering if I looked like her. Oh, now, Angie, Angie... You can't disappoint a pathetic, old woman, can you? All right. But this is the last time. Understood? If you say so. Mrs. Coleman, please. Mrs. Coleman, Doctor.
Miss Quiller's told me so much about you. Yes, I'm sure. Lie down, please. Thank you. I hope your system is permanent. It is. Right there. Thank you very much. Still. Put the retractors in as I cut. [Angie shushing] [spraying] - It's not going to hurt, is it? - No. Lie back. You know what to do. [sonic humming] Right. [equipment rattling] That's it. And again. Ready? That feels peculiar. Are you sure you're rubbing it properly? Try not to talk during the massage. [clinking] [spraying] - Get her out. - There we are. - Have you finished? - All done.
But... you've hardly done anything, surely? Come and see. There's a mirror out in the hall. [Miss Coleman] Oh! But that's wonderful. Simply wonderful! Two hundred guineas for that. Not bad, is it? Money for old rope. She wants her chins fixed tomorrow. You realise we could go over her an inch at a time, at 200 guineas an inch. Angie, we can't keep this up forever. Let's talk about it some other time. I'm tired now. I went to see Mr. Kelland today. - Who is he? - He's Edna Flannery's surgeon. He's going to arrange a proper demonstration for us. - So what? - But don't you see? We'll have a chance to show what it can do. Find out how it works. Perhaps be able to manufacture kits like it. And what will we get out of it? The advantage of knowing that it's in proper hands. That it's being used to its full potential. - That will pay the rent? - Perhaps not, but-- And suppose they don't believe in it? - Well, why shouldn't they?
- Lots of reasons. Because they don't understand it, because it might make a lot of them redundant. Oh, now, Angie. Come on. All right! Let them have a look at it, if you must. That's no reason for us to stop using it. If we don't they won't touch it. And I've agreed. You've what? I'm not going on. That's all. I've had enough. Quite decided. You've got a gall. We're partners, aren't we? I've got some say in it. Just because you got all aerated... - All my life I've had it rough. - I know. You know? What do you know about anything? You had it made, didn't you? Posh home, posh house. Medical School. Profession. And what did you do with it? Me? I didn't have nothing. Only this idea that...
And, my God, I had to fight for it. And then, one day, I get this on a plate. You... You didn't know what to do with it. I did. I knew. And I've got everything I ever wanted. You think I'm going to stand by and let you just chuck that away? - Poor Angie. - Don't say it. Don't say it or you'll be sorry. Angie, there was a family once. They invented the OB forceps. They were greedy too. They kept them from the world for years. They knew what they were doing. And they were wrong. My mind is made up. I'm going to hand these instruments over to the Royal College. Angie. [clattering, high-pitched ringing] Now look what you've done. A stupid, selfish tantrum. [gasps] [sonic ticking] [buzzer] This is Supernormal 17. This is an emergency. [Control] Let's have it, Al. It looks as if there's been a murder committed with Bag Number 764101 . Isn't that the one you were supposed
- to keep under surveillance? - Yes. Is Supernormal Number 18 there? Here. Number 17 is suspended from duty forthwith. You will be responsible for his appearance before the Tribunal. Verify the timescale and kill that bag! Zero out. Massage? My dear girl, what Dr. Full did to me yesterday, not that I'm complaining, you understand. But whatever he did it was not massage. - No, well, you-- - It neither felt like it-- - If you'll just-- - Cut. I distinctly remember him using the word 'cut'. With this? Why not? Look. You see? It simply slips beneath the tissues, tightening and firming the muscles themselves. So much easier than having to work through layers of skin and adipose tissue. It's quite harmless. Comfortable too. [steady beeping] One murder, two murders. What's the difference? For you. That's no reason why I should let them discipline me for disobeying orders. Let me see you do that with your neck. [Control] Kill that bag!
[echoing] [loud whirring] [screaming] present: starring: directed by written by M. and A. Zulawski based on a short story by St. Zeromski camera production director produced by Fosca! Wake up! Mr. Fosca! What are you playing, Mr. Fosca? ! My patience has run thin, Mr. Fosca! Have I been nursing a viper in my own bosom so that you could play serenades? I'm kicking you on your sorry arse, Mr. Fosca! You might be fit for the opera, but not for the cinema! My name is Yemilianov. I'm a Russian envoy. If I'm not mistaken, you've just lost your job. That's nothing. I just... sometimes... tara-rara... and... Mrs. Szczebieniew, whose attention you've attracted with your music, has requested that I... Mrs. Sz.... Mrs. Szcz....? I don't accept charity. Is that so? You'll never be able to understand any sensitive feelings. You are an artist and a gentleman... Would you be so kind... and teach me how to play your instrument?
Teach you? Mrs. Szczebieniew is bored in Rome. Quiet! Could we start tonight? Allow me to remind you that tonight you are entertaining guests. Guests... The guests won't mind. And this is Mr. Szczebieniew. Zinaida Pietrovna's husband. There you go. Now you can give me a lesson. Now? Here? With everyone present? Are you afraid? Me? Afraid of what? Call a doctor! Do you waltz? You're crying? Never. Are you trying to buy him? Get out of here this minute! Your winnings? Please forgive me. Please forgive us all. I don't need this money. Leave. Go round the house. By the terrace.
Wait. It's my first time... I... I haven't, either... You are beautiful. You are like a fairy-tale knight proud shining You are like a young peacock little peacock pavoncello! I didn't know it would be that it would be... so... I did. If you like, we'll run away! You'll stay with me. I'm not rich, but... You don't have to... - Who's there? - It's just me. - May I come in? - No. Why not, my angel? - I've got a migraine. - Again, my angel? Perhaps... perhaps I could give you a massage like last week, remember? - I remember. - It helped, then... - Today it wouldn't. - I see... In that case, good night, my angel. Now I'm in his hand... He just needs to close his fist... Why? My whole family is in his debt.
My father, sisters... my mother... Young man! Mrs. Szczebieniew is an exceptionally beautiful woman. I congratulate you. You are drunk. The slave did his job. The slave may leave. Do you recognize these cards? Go ahead. Pick one. Go ahead! Ace of clubs. Queen of hearts. Nine of diamonds. Eight of spades. Jack of spades. Mrs. Szczebieniew is an exceptionally beautiful woman. But Mr. Szczebieniew is a very wealthy man. He married her for her beauty. She married him for his money. Why are you telling me this? Mrs. Szczebieniew's family is... was... in great financial difficulties. On their wedding day, they signed sort of an agreement. Mr. Szczebieniew provided the money on the condition that Mrs. Szczebieniew gives him an heir. As you could see for yourself, Mr. Szczebieniew is a sick man. They decided to spend their honeymoon in Italy in order to fulfill the terms - of the contract. - Quiet! Do you think, you fool, that he will let her get attached to a single lover? You are jealous.
Jealous! All this... She is lost. Don't think she is going to accept the likes of you for long. She has tasted... Savored... She became a woman. Shots from the Polish film Bestia (1917) were used in the opening scenes. SUBTITLES: aileverte The Woman of Everyone. Is this the husband from the 21st century? From the 16th or 21st century? Written, produced and directed by Rogerio Sganzerla. False blond. Crippled. "Paulista". (someone from Sao Paulo) Come. No! Let go. What do you want Flavio Maia? It's not Maia. Azteca. Your husband's a retard. Take this. Decide at once! Do you want me? Want Angela flesh and bone just for yourself? The sexual adventures of Angela flesh and bone.
One of the top 10... "negrolomaniacs". Delfim neto: "1969 will be the golden year". Here are the tickets. Yours and mine. But I'm not going anymore. I'm staying in Brazil. This here is impracticable. You have to get out of the country. I'm gonna spend the weekend at "Pleasure Island". That depravation again. Only crazy and idiots go there. After you, I can't do it again. I don't want rich men anymore. They're too much hassle. This weekend I'll dedicate myself to the ignorant. It's easier. My god, a man. A man in the women's bathroom. Woman gives birth to a fish. 5th World War in sight. Cannibals invade Guanabara. I can't put up with this anymore. You know Flavio, I belong to no one. I don't want you to be alone. I adore you. I also adore you. If you're not going, I'm out of here. Why don't you go? There's no point in running, Flavio Azteca.
How this woman's bad for you. From now on, I'm gonna dedicate myself to the ignorant. Look who's there. The vampire. How are you vamp? Of course. I'm the only black millionaire of Brazil. I'm the greatest. You drive! Dog hurts woman. Attention passengers... of flights 864, 854, 822, 834 From Asuncion, with destiny to Rio de Janeiro. Lisbon, Paris, Frankfurt, Madrid. Please embark at gate 3. Banker jumps from 8th floor. Destroy all documents. Sun America. (pun with South America) Arrange a death certificate. Don't involve me in the attack. Don't worry, I'll get in touch. Sun America. New (? ) in sight. Franco is decapitated. Woman gives birth to fish. Nobel peace prize: Dr. Silvana. For Latin America. I think someone's going to die Vampire.
Is the jeep yours? It's Valdemar's. A cousin of mine from the country. A dolt. They say it's bad luck to flirt with women in the daytime But I'm here with an amazing one... one of the best in the Country. You never know. It could be one of the top 10. That cigarette is killing me. If you don't stop I'll die. Me, the only black millionaire in Brazil. I can't die. Death is for the others. Leave it, leave it. Want to spend the weekend at Pleasure Island? Where they dance naked? Only on Christmas and weekends. Dirty negro. You should be in the slave quarters. I can't go to Pleasure Island. I have a Portuguese exam on Monday. But I'm dying to see it. Will you take me? And so... How are you love? And you honey? Look, I'll tell it straight... I can't go to the beach with you. Pleasure Island. You only think about money.
Stay in this horrible city. I promised to do the cover for "The Dark Knight". It's due Monday. Mommy! With the money, I can enroll on the course. Mommy, come here. Wait a second, I'll leave the kids with the babysitter. What do you want out of life? Do you believe in God? Of course. Plitz also does. That ignorant? Don't talk like that about my husband. You know I like him too. Who do you like more? - When? Now? - Yes. You, of course. Don't burn me. Not with the cigar. My love for you increases every 13 minutes. Hello. It's me honey. I just got back from the farm. The manager said he's very worried about... the ghost who appears there when you're not around. I came with Glorinha, that Italian teacher you hate. I still have to drop her home. I miss you. My love for you increases every 15 minutes.
If it wasn't for you I'd drop a bomb in here. I can't see another Swiss banker's face. Call me narrow minded. Go. narrow... You go ahead to the Island... I'll meet you there. I have to take an employee... He's sort of intellectual, but has some value. Please come in Armando. You know Angela, my wife? Happy birthday boss. You didn't have to. Happy birthday to you. Take the day off. I don't want to see anyone working today. Happy birthday. It's the thought that counts. Is this the 21st century Brazilian? From the 21st or the 16th century? It's always like this. I search for culture, and all I find is money. I know I'm narrow minded. But what can I do? Read, read. Obese. Another job for you. This time it's delicate. No problem. Woman.
Calm down! She's my wife. I want it perfect. And don't kill anyone. Shut it. There's no excuse this time. I was almost forgetting boss. Happy birthday! Thank you son. Angela Flesh and Blood. Drunk singer and failed hypnotist. Current profession: international stripper. I, the East, against the West. The crimes. The distance... divides me... but in the 70's, we'll be happy.. both of us. We don't like people. Age: ignored. Profession: all of them. Identity: Dr. Plirtz. Owner of the comic book trust in the Country. Of the Guaruja silver mines. And the radio station "El Dolar". Renowned people collector. Amateur psychoanalyst. Which according to backbiters... has an obscene passion for quasi-virgins teenage girls... and fatal traitress. Yeah. That's me. Dr. Plirtz.
That's who you're speaking to. Plirtz. The great narrow minded one. That's how my friends usually call me. Hello. Polenga? Polenga, don't speak with your mouth full. And get to work, your job starts tomorrow. Today, it's mandatory day off.. at the Plirtz corporations. I said "Plirtz". I'm a simple man. You faggot. Faggot. From here on... You have to cut that out... You have to remember that I exist... that I exist... that I exist. Come. You can come in. From here on... Do you believe in God? Does God exist? What do you do for a living? I'm broke. I couldn't even manage a bus fare today. It's been three hours I'm here on the highway.... waiting for a lift. But only family passes by. The cars all full. Ever done nudity? It's great for the skin and nerve.
Mens sana in corpore sano. What are you going to do on the weekend? Maybe Praia Grande beach. Ever been to Pleasure Island? Do you want to go with me to... Pleasure Island? Of the extreme pleasures? A weekend of a mediocre man... and a hysterical vampiress. 3 or 4 men in the life of a sensational woman. Lust, desires and delirium... of a scandalous vampiress. En route to Pleasure Island. En route to Pleasure Island in the "Saudade" Archipelago . Look at what I am The King of Rats A decadent revolutionary. Repressed. West --- East Island of Extreme Pleasures. I'm Angela Flesh and Blood. Ultra-powerful number one enemy of men. We don't like people. To Pleasure Island... Paradise now. Come all the neurotics, macumbeiros... McCarthyists,ragged,available... impossible, boxers, crippled, wizards... voracious, troglodytes, hacks... nurses, u.d.n party members, hitmen, secretaries... maids, taxidermists, Pietists, castaways... rats, big breasted women, big ass women... Aztecs, weak, fat legged women... the boring, hobbler, sluts, informants... the ultra retarded repressed crippled from Sao Paulo. I know I'm the greatest. Angela, or simply "the queen of the ignorant"... perverts, telegraphists, "pernambucano" suicidals... colonized, "toucans", rare birds, apoplectics... believers, midgets, taxi drivers, Turks... frogs, importers, jesters, stubborn... sambistas, clepoatras, tourists, botocudos... amazonians in general. My Swiss count. Excuse me, but I'm 100 years ahead... of all of you. 100 years into civilization seems like nothing.
I'm the greatest. How old are you today? Seventeen. I've been a tailor, childhood friend of Getulio Vargas.. and of Watson Macedo. What I really wanted was to write poetry without having to steal cars. My book is ready and will shake the country. Bon appétit. Bon appétit. That's how it goes. I was supposed to be a prince you know. I was born in Marrakesh. My grandmother was a ballerina at a Spanish circus. Famous. I'm a saint in life. I'm interested in a revolt of Monday towards Sunday. Wretched women! You know what I think you are? A lying... megalomaniac... clown. Excuse me once again, if I'm 100 years ahead. Let's go to the beach. I'm the philosopher of Pleasure Island. How does the paulista have fun on the weekend? Buy me a cuba libre, honey? I'm never going back to Sao Paulo. With all that traffic. With those parades. With those communists. What beautiful scenery. Never again.
I want a "pastel". Where is the "pastel"? Buy me a cublib honey. Meat? You know I don't like meat "pastel". Buy me a cublib honey? You know I'm disgusted by meat. Or maybe a drink? Take this. What a scenery. What a landscape! God made, and man takes advantage of. At 15:45, at Pleasure Island, the fun paradise... And of inversions, not suitable... for those under 21. Time passes... and life goes on. Ladies and Gentlemen. My love for you increases every 8 minutes. I feel my eyes swelling. It's that feeling. That calmness. I'm a mystery to myself. No one in the world knows I exist. I have no clues... don't know who my real enemies are... or my friends. I'm a heroine without a message... like any other woman from my time. I simply try to be a classy woman, with class. Bon appétit. That's how it goes. Delirium in obvious images. Bon appétit. That's how it goes.
Bon appétit. That's how it goes. Bon appétit. That's how it goes. Bon appétit. One can only endure all this with different eyes... free eyes. Against a taxi, a matchbox... one needs that vision. A didactic oriental isolation. Before putting a bullet in your head... it's important to feel we exist. Each second a new game. A monkey, a panther or a bra.... are as interesting as... a congressman or a trickster. And vice-versa. I want to act like a snake... or a graffiter. That's all. I'm free. I can do what I want. But what about the others? There is no individual freedom... without collective freedom. My heart... I don't know why... beats happily... when I see you. With the impressions of everything going backwards... my image inverted.. smashed, broken. All this could be anything else. Any anonymous image... without any importance. Of my despair, no one doubts. I'm nephew of Faruk, the ex-Egyptian king. West --- East Island of Extreme Pleasures. I'm Angela flesh and blood. Ultra-powerful number one enemy of men. We... don't like people.
Buy me a cublib honey? But I can't spend the money for the moon trip. Buy me a cublib honey? Get out of here. What a view. I'm saving money. In my wallet. In the bank. I want to be one of the first privileged... to travel to the moon. Buy me a cuba libre honey? I'm increasingly tired of this ridiculous weekend... at Pleasure Island. Tired of the jokes, gags.. of laughing, drinking. Everyone angry with the sun of this ridiculous weekend. I'd rather go back to Sao Paulo. I'm the greatest. I've always expected a back stabbing... from all of my lovers. I was born for the ignorant. Every once in a while... on Sundays. Verde que te quiero verde. Ole. Ole. Can I have an autograph matador? With love. Brujo Ramon. What a man! What's going on bunny? Get out of here. Vampiress. Vampiress.
You stole my money! How am I going to pay my hairdresser course? They took my money. I'm nothing! I'm nothing. They stole my money. You bastards. How am I going to pay my hairdresser course? Vampiress. He told me he was a famous matador. From Madrid. You know what he really is? A hairdresser from Bras. He was never my type anyway. Strange temper. Today I know. I need all men. Not leaving a single one out of my love. Ah! What an indigestible woman... deserves a brick on her head. I don't know what's happening. I can't control this woman. I've never seen anything like it. This is the first time this happens to me. Look, I don't feel like killing anyone... but I'm not sure. No, you can't put her out. Leave it for the holiday next week. Valentines Day. Be careful with her. That's all I ask.
I want control day and night, Polenga. And total secrecy... otherwise I won't pay a dime. I want to know who's the guy hanging with my wife. In the meantime... at the Plirtz Plirtz bathrooms. Yeah... Good old times. They call me crazy. Hysterical. Or whatever. But I am a normal woman. Yes. Angela flesh and blood. I'll be waiting for you at 10 a.m... at the Matriz Square. At 10 a.m! I have to make something out of these. Your choice. From you, or your husband. Come on honey. Come "polenguinho". I'm coming. Come my doll. Nice. Come. Nice. You idiot. Why do I want these pictures? Clown! Idiot! Get off. Get away fatso.
Disgusting. Pervert. What's this? I didn't do anything. Clown! Don't hit me. You thought I'd sleep with you? Melt for me "Polenguinho". Melt here with me. Men really do trust me. Because I know how to give affection. Then I told him... you're an ignorant. I don't want clowns near me. What did you expect? Until now, no man has impressed me. I already gave up. At the beginning I didn't know... but I need the ignorant. Don't laugh Luisa. I'm serious. It's the truth. That's why it was so difficult for me to find a husband. I had to find the most ignorant of all. Your husband is marvelous. Ignorant, but rich. Full of cash. The perfect ignorant. Doesn't bother me at all. On the contrary. Me. I was born for the ignorant.
I prefer this one. Just my type. What a fox. Drives me crazy. Who are you? Another bankrupt transatlantic. One of the castaways from the Titanic. And who are you? I'm Angela flesh and blood. Ultra-powerful number one enemy of men. Ultra-powerful number one enemy of men. I'm running away from the Mexican police. I accidentally got involved in an arms deal. With my friend Nasser, from Egypt. What are you doing here in Pleasure Island? I came to get a passport to escape to Bolivia. What is your real identity? Anarchic Zulu. I'll get my atomic submarine... sunk here in Pleasure Island... before heading off to Bolivia. You know... from now on, I think I'll take your advice. I'll stop being a bankrupt transatlantic... to become a professional nudist. What do you think? You're the greatest Angela. The greatest. I know I'm the greatest. Goodbye anarchic Zulu. Goodbye. Will you buy me a cublib honey? Did you like it, pervert? Get off me.
Buy me a cublib? I'll buy you nothing. Happiness. After all... I really like Plirtz. My husband. Other men age me. I used to write sonnets on my spare time. But I knew they were no good. One must live plenty. Love plenty. Yet. I know everything. Don't worry. My wife told me everything. Have you been flirting with my wife with that moustache? Do you wanna take her to a convent? I already have a substitute. A good lad, to protect my wife. You're fired. Meet Armando. He'll replace you from now on. Let it fall! Andre, I know it's my birthday... but you must lose the habit of swimming in my pool. You'll end up infecting the water. I don't want that And another thing. Stop hitting on my wife. A servant hitting on the boss' wife? It's outrageous.
Is he still hitting on you honey? No. Go. Leave before you infect it. I don't want my water dirty. I'm a bon vivant! Replace the water afterwards. And after my birthday... a 70% rise. I suffer, because you can't give me anything. I have everything. Everything! I give to you. And now I want a party! Party! I'll film a documentary with all of you... in Africa. At my next Safari. Angela. Everyone in black and white... and only you in Technicolor! You're now one of the top 10. I read it on the newspaper. You understand? We must valorize what's ours. That's what I always say. That cover you made for Dark Knight, for example. Not even overseas do they draw it like that. That's why I say this. I cry when I see a good thing. Whiskey for example. I drink national ones. I cry when they say it's not good.
Because I'm moved, you see? Now... A mosquito. That will do no good for your ulcer, Plirtz. In my land there's palm trees... where the sabia sings. I cy when I hear that. Because it's beautiful. I'm crazy for beauty. Take a valuable artist. Take Beethoven for example. Beethoven is Beethoven. Beethoven has value. He has talent. Now... (? ) I'm not sure about him Because it's good. Plirtz, is your birthday so important... for you to celebrate 4 days and forget everything... even your ulcer? Because, after all, your ulcer is everything. I know you have talent. You have value. You're an artist. A genius. You have value. Now... I'm narrow minded. That's something else. I'm like this, you see? I deserve it. Now... a father's a father.
A mother's a mother. You see? Drunk rambling. Quiet, or he'll wake up. The balloons are Plirtz's life. Balloons and money. My love for you increases every 4 minutes. Excuse me Angela, but your husband's an ignorant. Don't talk that way about Plirtz. I don't think you're old enough to understand. Deep down, you're a big immature child. I have a feeling for Plirtz... I need him as much as I need you Armando. I think it's love. I love Plirtz. I never lied in my life Armando. I want you to believe me. You need a lot of love to put up with that ugly fatso. Ugly? But he's your boss honey. Labour movement is oppression. Labour movement is oppression. The Labour movement is coming. Did you hurt yourself darling? Poor you. Wonderful. Buy me a cublib honey? Buy me a cublib honey? Do you want me to hit you? This Island Pleasure is a gift from God.
My past is dark. I'm nephew of King Faruk from Egypt. See what you did? I didn't know you had vampire teeth. You have to take those clothes off... and hide that with something. Why hide it? Because I'll get in trouble. You marked me... now deal with it. Marry me or I'll burn you. I told you I'd burn you. I've been accused of cannibalism... Buddhism.. witchcraft... and even black magic. For the love of God, change those clothes... put something else on. I don't care, anything else. You scare me with that tranquility. As if you do it on purpose. I never thought you were such a clown. Go back to Sao Paulo, or it'll be worse for you. Get moving. Don't you respect even your husband? You think I don't love my husband? You think I'm a liar... a cretin? Look... I love Plirtz... like I never loved you. I need him. I won't go back before confronting your husband. Armando. Come here son, give me a hand. There's a balloon I want to set up at the beach.
Can you give me a hand? Aren't you going to give me those clothes? Change those clothes. Shyness... it just doesn't work out. Miss Angela Flesh and Blood... Now I understand... horizontals and vertical lost all meaning... I can't put up with you anymore. "Count" Miss Angela Flesh and Blood. I used to hit my mother. The talking cinema... is the great culprit... of the transformation. I'm the greatest. Do you understand Armando? For the world to consume itself... it must give in to its freedoms. But always faithful to the 3 pillars of society. Mens sana in corpore sano. You see, I have no vices. I could be a coco maniac, you see? Now, with Angela and yourself. I have everything. A faithful wife... and a genius friend. Yes, because you're a genius. This one's a genius. Angela, this one's a genius. Come on Plirtz. I want to rise. You will rise. This crazy scientist is kinda faggot. Want a candy? Want some Armando?
It's imported. Onassis was a waiter.. Now he's with Jackie. Rockefeller also started at the bottom. One day I can also be boss. With Mr. Plirtz I'll go far. I want to rise. Excuse me Mr. Plirtz... but I like you more than my mother. Candy with drugs. These Americans are great. We don't like people. I'm narrow minded. What am I doing up here? I've always known about you two. Ever since my statue inauguration... at the balloon club. They were born for each other. I came to this conclusion... after my first manned balloon experience. Forgive me boss! Of course son. Forgive boss! Didn't they want to rise? I'm simply a woman from the 21st century. I'm an anti-western demon. I got here before. That's why I'm messed up like this. An anti-western demon. Who does she think she is? What does she want? After all, there's an order. You can't just do what you want... just like that.
She was way too dangerous. And Armando... always said he wanted to rise. Wanted to have to world at his feet. Now, I'm a man of ideas. Correct? I'm narrow minded. Before, I wanted money, women... today... the manned balloons give me everything. I never measure anything. But when I mess up... I go to the end of it. Rose, oh, Rose you're so wonderful Like the whitest goddess, like the prettiest flower Your love has sentenced me to the sweet sorrow of suffering Rose, oh, Rose I want from your mouth That raging madness that my love is causing It brings me to tears to love you like this Only you Rose, oh, Rose ask for anything But don't ever ask for my love to die If someone must die, I will die and for you Rose, oh, Rose ask for anything But don't ever ask for my love to die If someone must die, I will die and for you Rose, give to me all your dreams Owner of your love I want to be Give to me all your wounds from the past Darling, next to me I'll have you Rose, oh, Rose always full of pride But without my presence your faith falls to pieces
Meanwhile I, I'm here dying for you Rose, oh, Rose ask for anything But don't ever ask for my love to die If someone must die, I will die and for you Oh, Rose... Oh, Rose... Rose, give to me all your dreams Owner of your love I want to be Give to me all your wounds from the past Darling, next to me I'll have you Oh, Rose, oh, Rose always full of pride But without my presence your faith falls to pieces Meanwhile I, I'm here dying for you Rose, oh, Rose ask for anything But don't ever ask for my love to die If someone must die, I will die and for you I will die and for you I will die and for you Rose, Oh, Rose... LIFE GOES ON Ok, yes... I see. What? You know what, I'll call you back later. Hey Chopin! Stop it with the polonaise. You already know the boss hates classical music. There's no way I can use the phone with all that noise. If Chopin is noise for you, then what do you call what I play here? Look, we'd starve with Chopin and Beethoven only.
Keep playing what the boss likes and I'll keep discovering stars. - Discovering stars... - What? Didn't I discover you? Artists agency? Hugo? It's me, Ricardo. Yeah, that's what I wanted to know. Thursday 20? Perfect. And don't forget about The Mice. The Mice who? That long-haired guys band I showed you. See if you can find them a gig at a night club. Ok, bye. This Hugo never loses his sense of humor. He says he'll find The Mice a job at a cheese factory. Cheer up! You're singing at a rich woman's house the 20. Perhaps an important businessman will hear you and... Please, come on in Lolita. Come on. - Good afternoon. - Good afternoon. Roberto, our pianist. Mr. Marin, artist manager. In case you need my services, here is my business card. Thank you, but I'm just a beginner. She came recommended by a TV channel director. Play that song.
When you're done, come see me at my office, Lolita. - Can I have this? - Sure. - So? - Sorry, I always mess the intro. - Let's start over - Don't get nervous. Pretend you're singing alone... like when you shower. I have a whole world of sensations A whole world of vibrations And I can give them... Let's try with a lower key. I have a whole world of sensations A whole world of vibrations - So your name is Lolita, right? - That's right. But Mr. Mauricio wants me to change it. He says it doesn't sound good. What doesn't sound good here is what you're singing. Pardon my honesty, but you'll never be a singer. Don't waste your time. Give it a shot as an actress, perhaps model. But Mr. Mauricio said I was going to be a star! Mr. Mauricio can't tell a do from a re. Fine. Let's see what Mr. Mauricio has to say. Lolita, wait... Do you know what Mauricio is going to say? I don't give a damn about what he thinks or says.
What a stubborn man! Playing the polonaise again! - Listen, Roberto... - Stop that music from hell! So I can't tell a do from a re? I'm only controlling myself because you must be mentally ill. You're fired! Go play at some madhouse. And take your stupid songs along with you! Wait a moment! You'd better take those words back. Otherwise... Otherwise what? - Because of me you got fired too. - I wasn't fired, I resigned. So I can't tell a do from a re? I thought he'd die of a heart attack. Look, with the bad comes the good. If only he had published your songs. Publish? He kept them inside drawers for a year. He'll regret it. Someday those songs will be famous. You've always lived on dreams. On dreams and reality, my mouth is making water. Look. Let's buy some oysters, a lobster and a bottle of champagne. Are you nuts? We're unemployed and you come up with such a menu? We have to tighten our belts.
It's to celebrate our new found freedom. Let's go home, I'll make dinner but cheaper, tastier and faster. Letter from Córdoba, it must be your parents'. My mom. I already know what it probably says. We're here, looking forward to seeing you again. Take care. And if you need a few bucks, you can always ask me. It wouldn't hurt. The house is a mess, everything's dirty, all turned upside down. The janitor didn't come to clean today either. So what does your mother say? The same as usual. "Your father still with lumbago and the usual monomania..." "...regretting you gave up your piano lessons." - Always the same crap. - Get over it. It's hopeless. I'll make dinner. What do you think? To begin with, corned beef, National Industry. Then sardines in oil tomato sauce mussels "au natural". And for dessert... fruit salad. A can opener... and dinner's ready. Oh, we're out of bread. I'll get it. Sorry, sorry. Elisa. Elisa!
I'm coming. Elisa... Elisa. Like your Elisa. - Hey! Where's the bread? - Oh! The bread... I'm sorry. I just bumped into an angel. Her name is Elisa, you know. Like Beethoven's. Always daydreaming. It'll be crackers tonight. Come on. Dinner's getting cold. Who is it? It must be the janitor, next door's apartment is empty. Don't pay attention to it. Let me handle it. Yong man, do you think this is a night club? I've just moved in and I have to put up with neighbors like you. Stop banging that piano or I'll call the doorman. Maybe even police! - I'm sorry, Mrs. - Miss! It was or new neighbor. She threatened to call police if you continue playing the piano. She must be a bitter bachelorette. If she is a bachelorette, I'll take her on with romantic music.
Music calms the beasts. I guess not this one. Now I am the one protesting! Listen, I... I was playing the piano, I wanted to apologize. Oh, don't worry. The one banging was my aunt. She's a bit of a maniac, you know. - Elisa, whom are you with? - I'm coming, aunt. - Goodnight. - Goodnight. - Goodbye. - Goodbye. What did you say to that witch? Witch? She was an angel. An angel? Are you short-sighted or just out of your mind? Yes, I have to confess she drove me crazy. It's Elisa, Ricardo, Elisa. Elisa, the witch? I definitely don't understand artists. - You're playing the piano again? - I'll play with the damper on. I feel like composing tonight. I'm going to sleep. See you tomorrow. To Elisa... I can give you my best smile
To Elisa... I can build a world of tenderness To live this love with Elisa by my side To Elisa... I desire she and the breeze become one To Elisa... God has placed inside this chest a heart It will beat until I die next to my Elisa To Elisa... I give this dream of your story I'll be the owner To Elisa, she's my life To Elisa, I give this love To Elisa, she's my life To Elisa, I give this love To Elisa... I give this dream of your story I'll be the owner To Elisa, she's my life To Elisa, I give this love To Elisa, she's my life To Elisa, I give this love Rose, oh Rose the prettiest rose... Good morning, sleepy head. Did you spend the night on the couch? I composed until late at night. Then I laid down. I don't know if I composed or dreamed up a beautiful song. - The janitor told me everything. - What? About our neighbors. Elisa is the witch's niece.
I just saw her. You were right, she is an angel. The janitor also told me she works in a boutique in Duffau Gallery. - It's her, right? - Yes. Elisa... Her partner is a cutie, too. When they get out, we'll pretend we were passing by. You introduce me to Elisa, and she'll introduce me to the cutie. - But they're gonna know. - So what. You leave it in my hands. Look, here they come. Oh! Excuse me. I always end up apologizing to you. What a coincidence, do you work here? Yes. Elisa, this is Ricardo, a friend of mine. - You are the new neighbor, right? - Right. Nice to meet you. Marta, my partner. What a coincidence to run into you like this. Yes, what a coincidence. - Are you going home? - Yes. - Me too, let me go with you. - Ok. - Do you live near Elisa's?
- No, I live far from here. - I live in Castelar. - No way, what a coincidence. This must be fate, I'm going to Castelar as well. I'll go with you. I'll address you by your name, it's more casual that way. Shall we? Roberto, I'll go with Marta to Castelar. Bye. - See you tomorrow, Marta. - Bye. Shall we? - Hello, is Elisa here? - No, she just left with Marta. Thanks. Did you see? I stopped playing the piano. Don't pay attention to my aunt. She complains, but she loves it. She even turns the TV off when you sing. Maybe it sounds ridiculous, Ricardo is right. - Do you like my songs? - A lot. Specially when you play classical music. The other day you were playing To Elisa. I was thinking of you. You must have studied a lot to play like that. Yes, but not enough to fulfill my father's dreams. I came to Buenos Aires to study in the conservatory. I studied piano, harmony, composition.
And when I was preparing for my first concert, I gave up. What a pity. Why did you quit? I thought I wouldn't make it. To be a soloist, you have to practice 8, 10 hours a day. A whole life, I guess. You must also have talent, and be lucky. But, enough talking about me. What about you? Me? My story is so ordinary. I live with my aunt. She's grumpy but she's really good. I finished high school and I work at a boutique. Just like another million girls. But you're different. - Different? - Yes. You have grace. - No on told you that? - I've been told so many things but I don't believe them. I believe in fate. It was meant for us to meet. Marta are you dumb? You haven't said a word. How do you expect me to speak if you don't shut up. You're a talking machine. Have you always been so trampling? Trampling? I'm a man of my times.
We live in the space era, Marta. Everything must be done quickly. Well, then I must be from another age. Before I do something I think it over deeply. It seems a storm is about to break. It started raining. Here, cover up with this. What about you? I love getting wet. A careful man is worth a lot. It's like we are all alone at a hut in the woods. Yes, I know the story I'm Little Red Riding Hood, and you're the ferocious wolf. You're soaked up and it's all my fault. - I bet you'll get a cold. - No, I never get sick. - Come on in, come on in. - Thank you. Come on in Mrs... Ms. How is our dying man doing? You needn't have worried. I have nothing. I asked for your help because... I think he's boiling in fever. So you're the Beethoven who won't let us sleep, right? I don't need a thermometer. He's running with a fever big enough for a horse. Aunt... No need to call the doctor. All he needs is boiling milk, aspirin, cognac and some rest.
He'll sweat a few liters and he's done. Done? You mean he... It means he's cured. There's a small problem. I need to go out. I'm presenting The Mice on TV today. - The Mice? - It's a hippie music band. Ok, you go with your mice, and I'll take care of this sick cat. Thank you very much Mrs... Miss. - Goodbye, Roberto. - Goodbye. We'll use this opportunity to tidy up this house from hell. I told you, you would get a cold. I'm glad I did. Thanks to that you're here. Darling, get the vacuum cleaner, twenty pounds of detergent and a dustpan. There's enough dirt here to fill up River Plate's basin. I'm in the wrong apartment. No, Mr. You're not wrong. It's just that everything I clean ends up better than new. I even cleaned Beethoven bust's teeth. - What about your patient? - Come see him. Here's your Federic Chopin, with no more fever. There's no beating homemade medicine. Thank you so much for it all. Roberto, the cleaning...
Instead of thanking me, give up the noise at night. Well, it's time for us to go. Darling... Let me walk you to the door Mrs... - I mean, Miss... - Darling... - See you tomorrow. - Goodbye and thank you, Elisa. It was a wonderful cold. I hope to get sick again soon. Elisa... - Bye. - Bye. Darling! Let's go. Goodbye. That cold thing was just an excuse to have Elisa as your nurse? Obviously. I already have a great plan for the four of us to go out. I'm going with Elisa. You can have the aunt, she's single. I'd rather die. I'll go with my Marta. She plays hard to get but I'll tame her down. Give me, from yesterday the crazy desire Give me, the sweet scent from your mouth Give me, the crystal of your smile Give me a little more Give me, your world of illusions Give me, from your nights the passions

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