Blood Thirst (1971) - full transcript

- And thank you for staying
late to help me with inventory.

- Always a pleasure,
Mr Calderon.

- Shall we come in
early tomorrow afternoon

to finish it?

- No, just be here
the regular time.

And enjoy the day
with your families.

- Good night.

- Good night Mr Calderon.

- Good night.

- Good night sir.

- Good night Maria and thanks
for staying to help us.



- You're welcome sir.

- Maria, I know it's
a beautiful night

but I'm responsible
for all of your girls

who work here at the club.

I'd feel better if you
stayed a few minutes

and let me drive you home.

- You're very thoughtful

but I know this
section and as you say,

it's a beautiful night.

- Very well but
please be careful.

- I will.

- Good night Maria,
I'll see you tomorrow.

- Good night Mr
Calderon and thank you.

(soft music)



(screams)

- Cuts in both of her arms.

Exactly like the others.

Get her down.

- What will you do
now, Inspector Ramos?

- Do you know the
name of Adam Rourke?

- Every detective in the world

has read his book on sex crime
motivation and investigation.

- And he is my personal friend.

I'm sending a cable
to New York tonight.

(plane tires squealing)

I'm glad to see you
Adam, welcome to Manila.

- Miguel, it's nice
seeing you again.

You know, it's been four years

and from the look of your face,

I swear you haven't
aged more than 10.

(laughing)

What's up?

- Let me take this.

- No, no, come on.

What's up?

- Your American directness,
you don't even permit me

the courtesies of greeting.

- Listen, I know a chief
inspector of homicide doesn't

send plane tickets
to their friends

just so they can fly
in and sit by the ocean

and watch colorful
bonkers drift by, right?

Besides, I got to know that
particular look pretty well

on your last trip to New York.

What's up?

- Alright my friend, I'll
tell you on the way home

and I'll tell you some
more when we get there.

My car is there, let's go.

- Okay.

All exactly the same.

- All neat, all deep.

All precisely 10
centimeters long.

Not a fraction more or less.

On the inside of both forearms
of every single victim.

- Very calculated and
very professional.

And every victim a
young attractive girl.

No deviation?

- None.

- Are you absolutely sure each
victim was completely drained

of blood?

- Except for fractional
amounts in the hands and head.

No, Adam, it could
not have been done

with anything like that.

The incisions are too
thin and too neat.

We have talked to every
friend, every family.

Anyone who could help us
find any kind of link,

any kind of pattern that could
tie the victims together.

Do you know what we found?

- No.

- There's no connection.

And Adam, it has
to be only one man.

No two persons can
kill so many people

exactly the same way each time.

- Except for one thing.

- What's that?

- What if the killer were
Siamese twins? (laughing)

- Since you're supposedly
here to help my brother,

Mr Rourke, it might be
better if you remembered

the pressures on him,
instead of making jokes.

- I'm glad you're here.

Adam, I want you to
meet my sister Sylvia.

- How do you do Sylvia?

I'm sorry if that last remark
created the wrong impression.

- No apologies
necessary, Mr Rourke.

But it might help if you
remember that you are

in a country whose customs and
attitudes are not your own.

- Sylvia, Adam is an
experienced lieutenant

of homicide himself and
he is also my friend,

do I make myself clear?

- Quite clear, Miguel.

- Now what is it you wanted?

- To pour myself a drink.

But if I'm disturbing.

- No, no, no, you know
all about this, go ahead.

- Is there anything I
can get for you, Miguel?

- A rum and calamansi, please.

- [Sylvia] And for our guest?

- The same if you'd be so kind.

- Late yesterday, one of my men,

raised the fact that
Maria Cortez was working

as a hostess as the Bario
club here in the city.

- Have you done a follow
up over there yet?

- No, frankly I wanted
to talk to you first.

- I'm glad you did, that
gives me an idea Miguel.

You don't have any Americans
working on the force, right?

Therefore the possibilities
of somebody spotting me

for a cop are pretty thin.

Secondly, I'm a stranger here.

So there's no chance of running

into any previous acquaintances.

Miguel, this is probably the
best set up you've ever had

for putting in a plot.

Now let me function
as an undercover man.

I can pass for a tourist,

I'll even wear
colorful sport shirts

and carry two
cameras if you like.

What do you say?

- No, Adam, no.

Thank you Sylvia.

- We don't know why he drains
the blood from his victims.

We can only assume that
there's some peculiar twist

in a sick mind.

- [Miguel] Do you think
they'll be other killings

at the club?

- Not necessarily.

Of course, you don't
have enough men to warn,

much less protect every
attractive girl in town.

And if our killer even
suspected we were trying,

he'd pick up and
move to a new area.

A new city.

- Then it would be
harder to look for him.

And in the meantime, there
will be more killings.

- Right.

I'll do some digging on my
own about this last girl.

Maybe it'll help speed
things up for you.

- No heroics now,
no foolish chances.

Just information, alright?

Then there should be
no connection between

the two of us for a few days.

Anyway, I'll provide
you with a contact man.

- Good.

- Adam, there is
another possibility

I would like you to know.

There are many sophisticated
people among us

but there are many
more who are not.

There have been some
rumors in the villages

about a strange blood cult.

Voodoo and the like.

And since none of
the victims blood

has ever been found at
the scenes of the murders,

people have begun
to think and suspect

that it had been taken
for some fiendess purpose.

- Really?

- I know, I know.

But anyway, I would like
you to think about it.

- I'll do better than that.

First thing tomorrow
morning, I'll go down

to the main library
and I'll read up

on Count Dracula and
the medieval witches.

- My brother is
trying to help you.

- And I'll remember
what he said, Sylvia.

Don't move, there,
the base of your neck,

two small holes, yes fang marks.

- Sylvia, I think that...

- And I think that only a
complete fool would ignore

all the possibilities
that might apply,

even the occult.

- Regardless, I would like
you to bring Adam into town.

- No thanks, Miguel,
I'll call a cab.

- If there is to be no
connection between us,

there should be no
connection at all,

not even a cab driver.

- Miguel, I preferred if...

- And I would prefer
that you help us

in this matter, since
you have just returned

after two years of
studies in London,

no one will recognize
you at this hour.

The Luzan hotel is very clean.

I'm sure you'll
get a room there.

My man will contact
you tomorrow.

Adam, here is
additional material

that I prepared for you.

- Thank you for
your hospitality.

And the spirited conversation.

- My sister Sylvia
is very headstrong.

But she means well.

I hope you two get
along well together.

- Miguel, I didn't
know you had a sister.

- In here yes, her
father was connected

with an English firm here
in Manila before the war.

During the occupation,
he joined as a guerrilla.

He was very brave
but very unlucky.

- And her mother?

- Her mother died
a few years back.

- So your family adopted her?

(speaking foreign language)

(laughing)

- I just ran out of languages.

- Okay Harvy boy, let's go.

- Harvy?

- Yes, Harvy, I always
take him with me

whenever I'm working.

Oh but the way, who
runs the Bario club?

- His name is Calderon.

- Uh huh.

Thanks.

- The hotel is
two blocks back on

the other side of the street.

- I hope you'll forgive
me for that little joke

I made back at the house.

- Oh, was that a joke?

- I see.

Well I guess there isn't
too much more to say

except good night.

- Except one thing.

- Yes?

- Right now, my
brother needs the help

of people who can
equal his dedication.

Not that of...

- Of wisecracking
skeptics who ignore

the possibility of the occult.

Alright, I'm just surprised
that you believe in such things.

- Do you have all the
answers to life, Mr Rourke?

- No the last time
I checked, no.

- Well then it
might surprise you

to find out that there
are still some mysteries,

that science and policemen
seem unable to answer.

Good night Mr Rourke.

- I came here to help Miguel.

And I intend to do it.

Because you're his sister,
it would make things

a lot more pleasant if I
had your friendship too.

But I don't need it.

Now with the interest
of friendship,

I'll make a simple
bargain with you.

I won't form any final
opinions of this case

till all the facts are in,

if you do the same
with me, okay?

- Alright.

- Now if you promise
not to tell a soul,

I'll let you in on one
conclusion I've made already.

- Really, what?

- Regardless of
how it turns out,

you must admit that
someone has come up

with a novel idea
for a blood bank.

- Why you crude.

(soft smooth music
and chattering)

- Do you have a cigarette?

Do you have a light?

- Yeah.

- I was just going to ask
you something very personal

but you have that business
before pleasure look

in your eyes.

- Not really.

- Yes really.

- You're very perceptive.

- Well I'm not very
subtle but be sure

to ask for me when
that look changes.

My name's Teresa.

- Good evening sir.

What would you like?

- Whatever you make best.

- Very difficult.

Just rum, the best way.

And not harsh for a new
visitor's first drink.

- Your eyes are as sharp
as your drink, sir.

- They're part of my job.

- Oh excuse me?

- Yes?

- Maybe you can help.

This club is run by a
Mr Calderon, isn't it?

- Yes.

- Where can I find him?

- Why?

- I wanna talk to him.

You're a good man.

I'm a stranger and right away,

you spotted the fact that
I'm here to rob Mr Calderon.

And maybe even kill him.

- Maybe you are right but
I still won't tell you

until you tell me.

- I'm a writer.

Magazine articles in general

and anything else I
can get in particular.

Now, I read the newspaper
story about the murder

of Maria Cortez.

- Yes, I would like
to put my hands

on the one who did that.

- Then you can help.

And Calderon too.

- You'll find his
office at the top

of the stairs back there.

- Thanks.

- But you must know, he's
very sick about that.

(chattering)

Now we shall wait until
after Serena's dance.

(clapping and chanting)

(haunting music)

(clapping)

(fast music)

(cheering)

- You were wonderful.

- Thank you.

- I can't let you go on
doing this to yourself

time after time.

Dancing too much,
over working yourself.

What about me, what about us?

Aren't we ever gonna
have any time for us?

Is there never going to be
any rest for either one of us?

Serena one of these
days we must find it.

- Excuse me.

- This is a private office.

- Oh I'm awfully sorry.

I thought that was
a door to a hallway.

- Get out of here.

- I'm looking for Mr Calderon.

I have some very important
business with him.

- I'm Calderon, I have
nothing to discuss with you,

now outside.

- No offense, I just
made a clumsy mistake.

Please, accept my apologies.

- Get out.

- You must be awfully
tired after that dance

but it was wonderful,

like I said before ma'am.

No offense, I'm leaving, sorry.

Well.

- When were you talking to him?

- On the stairs a moment ago.

- What did you tell him?

- I believe I said thank you.

- For what?

- For the compliment
he paid me on my dance.

- I'm sorry.

It's just that everything
makes me nervous

ever since Maria was...

- I know.

But don't you think you
should go and talk to him?

- I'll be right back.

- No I think Maria had more
spirit and more laughter

than anyone I ever knew.

- You met her here
at the club, right?

- Yes.

- How long had you known her?

- About two years.

- Now that she's gone?

- I don't know except
that I miss her very much.

And sometimes when I
think of the way she was,

oh good evening Mr Calderon.

- Good evening, Teresa.

- Now don't worry,
I was just leaving.

- Please.

Are you alright Teresa?

- Yes Mr Calderon.

- Are you sure?

Would you like to go
home early tonight?

- No I'm fine, really.

- Good.

Then would you excuse us please?

I want to have a word
with this gentleman.

May we talk?

There are many problems to
running a business like this.

Minor sometimes.

Well, I'm afraid you
startled me at such a moment

in the office.

It's my term to apologize.

- My pleasure, Mr Calderon.

You know, where I come
from, folks don't consider

a man a man unless he knows
how to make an apology

and accept one.

- That's a very
good philosophy Mr?

- Rourke, Adam Rourke.

- Mareno.

- Yes Mr Calderon?

- Whatever Mr Rourke would like.

And have it brought
down to us please.

- Another of your
specials, Mareno.

- And what would you like?

- Nothing, thank you.

Well, since you said it
was important business,

I suggest a little more privacy.

- There's nothing
secret about it.

- At least we can
sit more comfortably.

Please.

- Whatever you say.

(soft music)

You know, it's pretty rude
of me to just stand there,

blabbering away, after
I busted in your office

and I saw you and that
lady were having some kind

of personal argument but
I welp, there I go again,

sticking my clumsy nose in
where it doesn't belong.

You know, that's the
trouble with all writers,

they're just plain nosy.

- You must be a good writer
because you're very perceptive.

We were having argument.

- I hope you got
it all worked out.

- Just one of the
usual conflicts between

a headstrong performer and
a practical businessman.

- But what a woman.

Why, those people out
there were reacting

to her like a bunch of
slaves all hopped up

on berry juice coming to
worship their high priestess.

I know I'd buy a ticket
just to walk down

the street with her.

- Excuse me, was this
for you Mr Calderon?

- For Mr Rourke, Elena.

- Here you are, sir.

- Thank you.

- How are your parents, Elena?

- Fine, thank you.

They're visiting relatives
in Zamboanga right now.

- Please give them my
regards when they return.

- Thank you, I will.

Nice meeting you Mr Rourke.

- Boy, you sure got good
taste in the women you hire.

- Mr Rourke, it's very
pleasant talking with you.

But, well, I hope
you'll appreciate

that as the owner of the club,
I have many things to do.

Just what was it that you
wanted to talk to me about?

- Well, like I told
you, I'm a writer.

Not a famous writer but
I've always been able

to spot an interesting
story and make

a pretty good living at it.

- Do I understand
that you want to do

a story about the club?

- What I really had
in mind was the girl,

Maria Cortez.

- Mr Rourke, I don't
think I'd want to exploit.

- I know how you feel
and I admire you for it,

but I'm not talking about a
piece of cheap sensationalism.

Human interest is
what I'm after.

Of course, I'm gonna need
some background details

to make the story ring true,

from yourself and other
people who knew her.

Mr Calderon, this story could
make the Bario club famous

around the world and
you'll have full approval

of everything I write
before I send it

in for publication.

Now, what do you say?

- Are you from the police?

- That's very funny.

- I don't think so.

- Oh you would, if
you know how I reacted

to the site of blood.

- But I'm sure they'll be
around sooner or later.

Aren't you?

- Probably.

- Yet it seems strange that
a tourist should interrupt

his vacation for such
an unpleasant manner.

- Mr Calderon, a
writer is writer.

He's always looking for
an interesting story.

- I see.

- Now if you agree,
I can guarantee that

the results will be very
profitable, for both of us.

What do you say?

- Let me think about it.

I'll try to contact
you in the morning

and give you my decision.

- Fine.

- Where are you staying?

- Luzan hotel, room 12.

- I do admit, it's
an interesting idea.

It's just that I have to
reconcile my previous affections

for Maria with such a concept.

Good night Mr Rourke.

- Good night sir.

(clapping)

(soft music)

(suspenseful music)

(gun shooting)

No, nope, there couldn't be
that much of a room shortage.

Can I assume he worked alone?

Sorry about that.

Poor Harvy, the things
you go through for me.

Well Harvy, old man,
you've done it again.

You don't know what
this means to me.

And one of these
days, I promise you,

I'm gonna get you a
complete paint job

and an overhaul.

(whistling)

- Wait, wait, wait, please.

Think of the less fortunate,
I'm hungry, I'm hungry.

Oh you are truly most
good, may you be happy.

Are you alright?

- I'm fine, I'm fine.

- I'm sorry, I'm very sorry.

I'm nothing but a clumsy...

- Don't worry about it.

- Please forgive me.

And I wouldn't even
blame you if you hit me...

- Look, it's fine,
don't worry about it.

Guy isn't safe anyway.

- And I wouldn't take
that knife to the police,

if I were you.

It's a knife, isn't it?

A (mumbling).

Yes, favorite attack weapon
in this part of the world.

Will you help me up and walk
me to that bench over there?

- Why should I?

- Because Miguel says
that you not only have

a sense of humor but
you're kind and generous.

Thank you.

And that bottle,
if you don't mind.

I had a feeling you won't
be able to last till morning

to take this to Miguel.

- You're quite an actor.

- So were you while you were
talking Calderon last night.

- I don't remember seeing you.

- I didn't want you to.

My job is not only
to relay information

but also to stay as
close as possible to you

without arousing suspicion.

Oh yes, I know I don't
present a very capable picture

at the moment, well, the
bundle you're carrying,

it's modern science's
contribution to
my love of parts.

You'd be surprised
how well I can move

when I'm wearing it.

Like a couple of hours ago
when I pulled your victim

from the street.

Obviously a suicide.

- Suicide?

With three bullet holes in him?

- Of course.

- Tell me, you carry a gun?

- Uh huh.

- Then why didn't
you use it when

our friend paid me a visit.

- I regret that I didn't see him

until he was on your balcony.

Well, fortunately, you were
better prepared than I.

But I promise to be
more alert next time.

- Thank you, that's
very consoling.

- Leave them alone with me.

However, I doubt if
you will find more

than a few smudge
fingerprints on it.

- But I'm more interested
in this finding out if...

- If your visitor had a
connection with Calderon.

- That's right.

- You'll hear from me.

By the way, my name is Herrera.

Now give me some more money
and pat me on the shoulders.

- I sure think you're an
expensive proposition,

you know that don't you?

How's that?

- Thank you, thank you, I've
never seen such generosity,

bless you.

Aren't you forgetting something?

- Oh.

- Thanks, I think you'd look
more peculiar with three

than I do with one.

(suspenseful music)

- Good evening.

Please get in.

Yes, you.

- Doesn't anybody
sleep around here?

(fast music)

(soft sensual music)

She's kidding.

She's got to be kidding.

She's not kidding.

Sylvia, wait!

She set you up for that
one and you fell for it.

Ow.

Whatever made you think
she could change that fast?

Your ego, that's what.

You overacting school boy.

Knot head, cod.

(soft upbeat music)

I don't believe it.

I still don't believe it.

But there you are.

(laughing)

(soft music)

(dramatic music)

- Are you positive she
used to work in the club?

- I was even talking to
her the night before last.

- Was she there last night?

- I imagine so.

- Why, you did not see her?

- I didn't make it to the club.

- Why not?

- I was busy, I was
out in the country,

just on the other
side of the city.

- Adam, is something the matter?

There's something
you're not telling me?

- No there's nothing the matter,

it's just that I'm
nervous about coming here,

it's still too soon to
start taking chances.

- It's not too soon for her.

- Yes, I'm sorry.

I wish I had followed
my instincts last night.

- What do you mean?

- I was there.

She came home drunk.

I thought about seeing if
I could help but I didn't.

- You were there?

- Yes.

- Then you are on to something.

- Not about last night,
that was pure coincidence.

- Oh I'm sorry Miguel, I
didn't realize you had company.

- Well what is it you wanted?

- Oh nothing, I'll
talk to you later.

- Well I was not expecting
another killing so soon.

- I know how you feel but give
me two or three more days.

As regrettable as this is,

we still don't have anything
solid to go on, Miguel.

- I know.

But I'm going back to the morgue

to look for some more clues.

Anything that we have
missed, any clues.

Adam, two or three more days,
that's all I can afford.

(soft music)

- Oh, oh I,

I was just coming out.

There's something
I wanna say to you,

about yesterday.

- There's something I
wanna say to you too.

- Oh, yes?

(sensual music)

- Good evening Mr Calderon.

Fascinating woman, isn't she?

- Yes she is, Mr Rourke.

- Just thought I'd check in
since I hadn't heard from you.

Although I've got the
impression you tried

to get in touch with
me the other night.

- No, I've been busy
the last two days.

- You make a decision yet?

- Decision?

- On that story I wanna write.

- Oh yes, the story.

No, I haven't but I'm
sure it'll be alright

after we discuss the case.

- Good, I'm glad to hear it.

Maybe we can start tonight.

- Oh, not tonight.

(chattering)

- Come on.

- No Mr Rourke, you mustn't.

There can be lots of trouble.

- I'll take my chances,
Elena, thank you.

- Get out of here.

I told you once before,
it is not permitted.

- I was only trying
to help, fellas.

- You made me tell
him the last time,

now you mind your own business.

- Well if that's the way
you feel about it, okay.

- I think I don't like
you as much as before.

(chattering)

- Sylvia, I'm glad
you told me about

the trick you pulled on Adam.

It was a silly thing to do.

But a very friendly one.

However, no matter what
you feel about Adam,

I ask you not to do
anything that can interfere.

Sylvia.

- Yes?

- Could it be possible
that you no longer feel

the same way about Adam
as when he first arrived?

- It's possible.

- I see.

In a way, I'm glad.

Adam is a fine man.

In another way, I hope you
would consider your emotions

more carefully before
giving them men who are

in our kind of work.

It is one reason why
I never got married.

I wouldn't like the
woman that I loved

to ever feel the loneliness if
I were to be killed suddenly.

- That's very good
advice Miguel.

It's a pity you
didn't give it to me

before I realized I
was in love with him.

- That's another reason
why I never got married.

- What is?

- That I still don't
understand women.

- No Miguel, no,
it's still too soon.

- [Miguel] But it
is my responsibility

to protect your life too.

- Miguel, you know
as well as I do,

they'd simply claim
that I was trespassing,

and legally speaking,
they'd be right.

Actually they didn't
hurt me that much.

If the truth were known,
I'm more embarrassed

than anything else.

- I won't wait
much longer, Adam.

- You won't have to.

Now I'm sure we're
on the right track

but all we have right
now is strong suspicions.

Unless of course you found proof

to tie Calderon in with
the hotel room attack

and Teresa's murder.

Have you?

- No.

- Okay, then let's stick
with the original plan.

Now what have you found
out about Calderon

and the woman Serena?

- All we know here
is that they arrived

about two years ago
with Peruvian passports

and have taken out
citizenship papers.

They had enough
money to buy the club

and made it a success.

We have no idea
whether they had money

or where they came
from before that.

But I have sent a wire
to the police at Lima

for more details.

(dark music)

(screaming)

(bongo music)

(yelling)

- That's enough, Mareno.

Get back to the bar, go on.

Go on, go on.

I see that our easy going
writer also has a temper.

- Not really.

- What's the trouble?

- I'm afraid Mareno's getting
a bit over zealous again.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm
sorry for the interruption.

The dance with resume
in just a moment.

- Perhaps there's something
you can do over there.

- Excuse me.

- I'm sorry about interrupting
your dance, ma'am.

- Please accept our apologies.

It's just that Mareno
is loyal and Mr Calderon

was angry with him
for letting you up

to the office that first time.

Believe me, we'll
be more than happy

to help you with the story.

- Oh he told you about it.

- Yes, it sounds
very interesting.

- I'm glad to hear
that from you.

- Is he watching us?

No, Calderon.

- No, he's talking to
some men over there.

- Please.

No matter what he
may have told you,

please believe nothing until
I've had a chance to talk

to you privately.

Be here tomorrow night at nine.

I'll find you.

He's to be out of
the club on business.

Will you do it?

- Gladly.

- And I warn you, for your sake
as well as well as mine own,

please say nothing
of this to him.

He's charming but he can
also be strange and violent.

Will you trust me?

- Yes, I trust you.

- I need a friend
very badly now.

And I don't think fate
could have brought me

a better one than you.

- Thank you.

I won't let you down.

- No one must see, good night.

(sensual music)

- Sorry, but you
were very imposing.

Besides, it's not
nice to hit a cripple.

- Herrera, would you mind
telling me how you did that?

- Oh just an old
fashioned hip throw.

- Oh, well what's up?

Or did you just drop by
to give me a judo lesson?

- I was coming to (mumbling).

This afternoon, the parents
of a young woman named

Elena Munoz reported
her missing.

They returned from a
trip late last night

and found the room
had been torn apart.

As in a violent fight
but here was no blood.

- Elena Munoz?

- She works in the Bario club.

- Of course, that was
the girl who tried

to keep me from going
into Calderon room.

- Was she in the club tonight?

- I didn't see her.

- Well Miguel called me and
said to tell you right away.

He also said that
if the body's found,

he's going to move
in on Calderon no
matter where we stand.

- I don't blame him
but tell him this,

I spoke to the dancer
Serena tonight.

She seemed a little
upset about something.

She wants to talk
to me tomorrow night

after Calderon leaves the club.

Now I don't know
what she's up to

but I think it's
worthwhile looking into.

We can't afford to jump the gun,

we don't have enough evidence.

But I wanna give this guy
enough rope to hang himself.

- Then you're
convinced he's the one?

- In the meantime, have him
wait for a telephone call

tomorrow night and
when it comes, to move

and move fast.

- Alright and remember
to be careful.

- How can I ever thank
you for that advice?

Oh, did you say that
was a hip throw?

- Uh huh.

(soft music)

- Oh no my friend,
not this time.

Are you alright?

- I think so.

Just a little embarrassed.

- You're embarrassed?

Are you sure you're alright?

I didn't hurt you?

- No.

And it's reassuring to know

that you can take
care of yourself.

- I'm great with women

but you should see me
with one legged men.

- What are you
doing here anyway?

I thought I told you I
didn't want you getting

into any dangerous situations.

And you never know
what can come flying

through that window.

- Well I'm sorry.

It's just that I was
so worried about you,

I had to make sure
you were alright.

- Okay, you see I'm alright.

Now get going.

- No, I had another
reason for coming.

Miguel just received
word from his office.

The report from the
police at Limas stated

that Calderon fled
the country after

he was implicated in the
death of a plantation owner

from who's factory some
young woman had disappeared

over a period of two years.

- What about the woman?

- Her name is Serena Brioso.

She's been known to
have lived with him

for two or three years.

- Anything else?

- No that's all.

Oh yes, Miguel tried to
contact Herrera right away

but he couldn't find him.

- That's probably
because he was with me.

By the way, does Miguel
know you're here tonight?

- Well, I didn't have
a chance to tell him.

- Great, okay, out.

- Wait.

Since you're so worried
about what can come

in through that door,
well the only thing

that can come in
now is moonlight.

- I say old man, can I
interest you in a team sweater

with the number of your local
mafia chapter embroidered

on the front?

No.

Well then how bout
a slightly used

but official Sherlock
Holmes decoding ring?

No, I guess not.

Well, happy hunting.

(chattering)

- Glad you came.

- Always interested in
a good story, ma'am.

- My life is in danger
and so is yours.

- [Rourke] Isn't
that a bit dramatic?

- You don't know?

Calderon is a maniac and he'll
kill to protect his secret.

- Look, all I wanted
was a simple story.

- I know but you
can still help me

and now you must
help yourself too.

If you want to or not.

- What do you mean by that?

- I can't tell you any more now.

Calderon has all his men
watch and report everything.

I must dance tonight
in the usual way.

But his plans have been changed

and he is to be out of
the club until tomorrow.

Can you meet me tonight
an hour after closing?

Luisa, come here.

While you're having a drink,

one of the hostesses can make
your evening more pleasant.

But don't stay too long.

That will create suspicion too.

Luisa, this is Mr Rourke.

- Good evening Mr Rourke.

- Good evening.

- Well, I can see Mr
Rourke is impressed

with you already.

That should make the evening
enjoyable for you both.

Please remember what I said.

- Good night.

What are you doing here?

- I told you I wanted to help.

- And I told you that if you...

- I know what you told me.

Sure, but the extra pair of
eyes isn't going to hurt.

Besides, there are
two of Miguel's men

who are also here watching me

so please don't worry.

- Where are there?

- They're out there
and they're being

a great deal more
subtle about it

than you are right now sir.

- I don't want you
here after tonight.

Do you understand that?

- Yes, sir.

- Now that you're here,

you wouldn't happen to
notice anything peculiar

about Calderon, did you?

- Well I only met him for a
few minutes this afternoon.

He hasn't been around
at all tonight.

Maybe it's just my
feminine curiosity

but have you taken a look at
those armbands Serena wears?

- Not really.

- I've never seen
anything like it before.

Except once in a
London museum when

I was studying design there.

I think they're Aztec
or perhaps Inca.

And very old.

- Well she's from South America.

She could have bought
them down there.

- Yes but if they're genuine,

they would have cost
a great deal of money.

It might be worth looking into.

- Good idea.

- And now sir, I'll
get you a drink.

Would something
with rum please you?

- Yes something with rum.

- Thank you sir.

(screaming)

(eerie music)

- You see, there's
nothing to fear.

Don't worry, we won't be caught.

We were stupid to leave
the other bodies where

they could be found.

From now on, we
will bury them here.

I will take care of the
American writer tonight.

Afterward, there will be
no question, no trace.

(jazzy music)

Thank you for waiting.

- My pleasure, Serena.

- May I offer you a drink?

- Let me do that.

What would you like?

- The same as you, my
cautious detective.

Of course I knew.

But knowing just makes
me feel more relaxed.

Safe in your presence away
from the city and Calderon.

- Well here's to
a very beautiful

and a very perceptive lady.

Now perhaps if you told
me what was on your mind,

we could make you even
more secure and relaxed

and do something about it.

- Yes but it's such a
beautiful night out.

Couldn't we enjoy some
of it while we talk?

I don't suppose you've
ever lived with a maniac,

have you?

- No, not lately.

- You must help me and
must be done quickly.

- That's why I'm here, Serena.

- I met Calderon in South
America where he was

a wealthy plantation owner.

He courted me, bought
me expensive presents,

he took me on weekend
trips to beautiful,

romantic places.

After I'd been living
with him for a few months,

I found he was married.

He said he would kill
me if I ever left him.

When his wife found out about us

and threatened to divorce
him, he killed her.

Oh he did it very cleverly
and they never found

the body, just
evidence of suicide.

After playing the role of
grieving husband for awhile,

he sold the plantation
and brought me here

where he forces me
to dance in his club.

- And what about Maria Cortez?

- Yes, he did it.

- That wasn't very
clever was it?

The way he left her body.

- He was having
an affair with her

and when she told him she
was going to be married,

he became some kind of fiend.

- And I suppose you know
about Teresa's murder.

- Yes, I know.

- Why couldn't you
have gone to the police

as easily as you came to me?

- Because they have been
more stupid than you.

And that new girl at the club,

the one you obviously
know very well,

wouldn't you be interested to
know what could happen to her?

In all your
cleverness, you forgot

to consider the possibility that

I have an immunity to the
drug I put in all the bottles.

(suspenseful music)

(screaming)

- So that's how you did it?

- Not me but a loyal servant.

In the ancient
culture of my people,

not my ancestors,
my people, a form

of human sacrifice was made
to appease the sun god.

But your historians
have been inaccurate

in recording the reason why.

One was for a form of
criminal punishment,

similar to the method used
in your present society.

But the other, that had to
do with the true meaning

of prolonged life.

And what could be more
simple and affective

than life's blood
taken from one woman

to sustain the
beauty of another.

A combination of that
blood, electrical energy

from the sun harnessed
in a small container

and a powdered ground
from the roots of trees

that lived to be
hundreds of years old.

That is what gives
continually renewed life

to those of us that were
chosen as golden goddesses.

But to ensure that we
would never be subject

to the damaging effects
of a normal life,

short spun blood was first
drained from our bodies.

And any person that
dared interfere

was deemed to be a criminal.

And you have dared.

(suspenseful music)

- I'm Antonio Munoz,
Elena's brother,

I want to tell the
policeman in my own way

but I'm not very good
at talking to people.

- You did alright, lets go.

Hey in there, open up.

Anybody home?

- What?

- Can I use your phone?

- Why?

- There's a killer loose.

A homicidal maniac with
delusions of ancient history.

Now can I use your phone?

- Right in there.

- Thanks.

- Thanks huh?

He breaks in and
ruins a man's sleep.

Better he should steal my blood.

(police sirens ringing)

- Break in.

You, inside.

The rest of you, around
the building quickly.

- Wait a minute.

- Why?

- This way.

(police sirens ringing)

(suspenseful music)

(screaming)

(gun shooting)

- Well Adam, there
are no more words

except that you'll
always be welcome.

- Thank you Miguel.

- Before you leave, I
have a gift for you.

- Oh.

- I wonder where he is.

Ah.

- Sorry, I'm late.

- Here he is, I
hope you like him.

- Harvy?

But I thought I had him in here.

- Adam, a last piece of
undercover work. (laughing)

- Since you took
so much punishment

while you were here, we
thought that one of you

needs to return in good shape.

- So that you would not think
of us as being inhospitable.

- Oh never inhospitable but
sometimes slightly cold.

- Herrera, I'll buy you
a pack of cigarettes.

- But I smoke cigars.

- Today you smoke cigarettes.

- Will you be back soon?

(jazzy music)