Downtown (Downtown - Die nackten Puppen der Unterwelt)

It started here in the casino

and this is where I want to put an end to the horrific drama.

I won't be tricked by her again.

Although that's very difficult.

No wonder, with such a sexy kitten.

But she is an ice pop.

But all the same, or just because of that.

Something I'd like to keep licking.

She had a grip on me, the sweet bitch.

I thought I couldn't be beaten as a detective,

I, the smart Algino PEREIRA.

I grew up in the care of whores in the brothels of San Juan

and matured into a man among bar hostesses, nymphomaniacs,

and would-be striptease dancers.

That's why I know what I'll do now.

I'll kill her cold-bloodedly with my colt, bump her off with a small bore.

That's the way they do it here.

Whoever didn't manage to obtain a touch of Al Capone

was punished for his weakness with a sweet circular hole.

And a crafty Puerto Rico boy like me

prefers to have a circular hole elsewhere than in his body.

In popular language: An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a hole for a hole.

Yes, yes, she knows the ropes.

If I weren't such a clever Puerto Rican

who'd already thrown American cops off their horse,

she'd have managed to throw me into the clutches of the French coppers,

who are still dreaming of the huge knife,

the guillotine.

My dreams are more idyllic.

A hidden port in a Mediterranean bay where crayfish is served fresh

at 12 o'clock and where you can wander around under palm trees after your siesta.

A secret nest that the Interpol hasn't yet come across

and whose female inhabitants

are as fresh as a daisy at midnight as crayfish at lunchtime. But...

Unfortunately my romantic vein violated my never failing intuition of a detective.

In other words, in search of new paradises,

the Mafia bosses had discovered this Porto Santo long ago.

While searching for the Mafiosi,

the American gang bosses had long ago pitched their tents

in the luxury palaces of Porto Santo.

My dwelling was comparatively modest.

My monthly wage was about as much as

an efficient Porto Santo whore earns on a Sunday.

But considering the rich vegetation,

I was prepared for a modest early retirement.

Good morning, boss.

A customer.

The lady looks like a real lady. Are you interested or not?

Shall I take over?

No problem.

Such prospects always get me moving.

Pepe, will you stay here! You old crook!

You don't grant me a thing, boss.

- Tell me, is she really perfect? - I've never seen anything as perfect.

- Good figure? - Yes, damn it.

- Not a hooker? - Definitely not.

- Can you judge that? - Better than anything else.

- What does she want? - What does she want?

Can I read thoughts now?

The main thing is she has dough, that'll help us keep afloat.

- Looks like it. - I proceed strategically.

Don't mess things up for me. Keep in the background.

- If need be. - Don't play Peeping Tom.

That's not my line.

It depends on you as to whether it works.

- Do you realise that? - Sure, boss.

You bear the responsibility.

You need help, madame?

Al PEREIRA can always help.

- Good morning, madame. - Monsieur PEREIRA.

Pleased to meet you. You want to put your trust in me?

Possibly.

- Please take a seat. - Thank you.

I've come about an extremely delicate matter, as one might say.

Yes, that is to be expected.

What are you willing to spend on the delicacy?

I thought about $2,500.

As a down-payment. Or as an incentive.

And when you've done your job with your routine,

I'm sure you'll manage perfectly -

then I'm capable of giving you, let's say,

another $5,000.

Who do I bump off?

Bump off? No, you're to photograph him.

- Who? - My husband.

Even if you're more used to the former.

I don't quite understand, if you wish to have photos of your husband,

there are enough photographers around.

- From all sides. - But not what I want.

You're to photograph my husband naked. I said it was a delicate matter.

You force me to be frank.

He's fucking his girlfriend in my bed.

I'd like every stage of this act to be recorded.

They're meeting at eight in our house downtown.

Here... is the key.

I... trust you.

I put it in your hands.

I'm honoured by your trust, but...

you don't need me for this game.

Who tells you for what game I need who?

You shouldn't waste time with such child's play.

I have a certain aim.

You think you'll achieve this aim with my help?

Your absolute discretion is the most important thing.

Who's your husband?

A bastard with millions. He owns seven night-clubs and three bars.

A tax evader with pressed trousers.

His name is Tefeiro Ramos, should that ring a bell.

Tefeiro Ramos.

And I thought the whole thing was too small for me.

You'll have to add a few extra grand, madame.

Supposing...

I do the job,

the desired photos will be shot and developed by me.

By what way do the prints reach you?

And who fulfills what we agreed upon and pays me the remaining money?

- I will. - Sincerely?

Yes, tonight at 12 in the Mugano Club.

Tefeiro makes me... work.

- Work? - Yes, as a striptease dancer

and a bar hostess.

Rita!

Hello, Al Capone! How are you?

- Fine, thanks. - You son-of-a-bitch. Where were you?

- You should be ashamed. - Why?

You don't call in any more.

Why do you think I'm here? Because I can't live without you.

- You're kidding. - Rita, I'm back on my feet again.

I'll pay you back what you lent me, including diamonds from Cartier.

A big deal's in the offing.

Al Pereira's back, my dove.

Dear guests, you're about to see the attraction of our house.

Sexy Rexi, the man-mad bomb.

Boy, you could make me forget my fiance.

This is my third night here and I'm still dazed. She doesn't only love the turnover.

Mount her to reach the top.

Ugh, how vulgar men are!

What a show!

Mine's already on fire.

You go and blow it!

I think she could ensnare me.

I could fall for her.

Let me have a go. I'm better at it.

After lunch I got going and strolled over to the home of Tefeiro Ramos,

which I would enter soon after eight.

Everybody in Porto Santo, apart from me, seemed to know this house.

It was on a huge estate,

that must have cost quite a few of the wangled millions,

in the middle of a wonderful park, and seemed to be made for my task.

I, of course, had a very well conceived plan in mind

and tackled the matter in an accordingly tactical manner, i.e. The house.

With a trained eye I saw that I wasn't observed from the ground or from the air.

This discovery calmed my high blood pressure that had been caused by the fact

that I knew it was best not to tangle with men like Ramos

by attracting their attention when they are up to something they want to hide.

My fears soon proved to be unfounded. There wasn't a soul about.

And the house, which made a dilapidated impression upon closer inspection,

looked more like Sleeping Beauty's castle than a gangster boss' love nest.

The certainty of fighting for the honour of the beautiful Madame Ramos,

who had swept me off my feet and would shove $7,500 down my throat,

spurred me on in a task that didn't quite correspond with my rank.

Do you want to see it?

Oh darling, what a beauty!

Ok, ok, don't be silly.

Stop that cackling.

I was wondering what face your wife would make if she saw you like this.

That's why I sniggered at you.

Now I'm quite serious again. I don't want to spoil our time together.

We have so little time.

Do you still love your pussy, sweetie?

Don't start with that. I can demand more for my money.

Don't get angry, sweetie.

I'll do it nice and soft and cocky, my cock puller.

I said not that way. Go on, turn round!

Yes, that way would be nice. You like that.

Don't act like a beginner. I want something professional for my money.

Now I'll just seal your mouth with kisses, my dirty little boy.

The two were so taken up with their business that you could have

fired a gun next to them and they wouldn't have noticed.

Sol loaded my gun.

Darling, you're so wild all of a sudden. What are you doing to me?

- Finally we're at sea. - Yes, oh...

You see, all you have to do is tackle women properly.

There I had the old bastard with his greedy purse before my telephoto lens,

with his blond chick.

No, don't take my glasses off. I won't be able to see anything.

How hot, I want you to be blind, blind with passion.

I want you to feel me.

The show those two put on.

The carnival of Rio could have taken place in the room they'd have banged in.

This was grist to my mill.

I could snap the little things I needed.

Not exactly for the family album.

But what did madame say, to whom I warmed more and more?

At every single stage.

Once I'd got what I needed in the box, I made off immediately.

I'm not the type to enjoy watching another guy hump a girl.

But honestly, those were the easiest $7,500 of my life.

I say!

It's midnight, I'm right on time.