Death Whistles the Blues (La muerte silba un blues)

- Still that blues? - Always.

Lina was singing it the night I met you in New Orleans.

- Don't you remember? - Yes.

After that, we've always been together.

Today is a happy day. The last journey.

And with enough money to forget the past,

... and start living again.

And without constantly risking your life.

I'll play my trumpet again and it'll be famous all over the world.

More than once I'll play the blues remembering our deep friendship.

You're right, life begins today.

There's a beautiful and peaceful future waiting for Lina, you and I.

- Freight inspection. - Of course.

Open the back.

Fruit, just fruit.

Well.

Vogel has betrayed us, run away, Castro!

Halt!

Take him to the headquarters!

Death whistles the blues.

New Orleans

Ask for a drink or get out.

Come on, come on!

Out.

Come on, boys!

This is a nice place.

- Hi. - I don't know who she is.

- Do you know the roof blues? - It's been a long time since then.

G minor.

Slow in G minor.

Hello, welcome everybody. Good morning to everyone.

- Why don't you come down to kiss me? - There's a good reason.

- What's that? - I don't wanna.

We'll play cards later, now I'm gonna swim.

- Hi, honey. - Hi.

- How was that trip? - Fine.

- I've missed you a lot? - You mean that?

- I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow. - There was a good wind.

Tell me, how was it in New Orleans?

As always, but something I didn't expect took place.

I saw Julius Smith, the musician.

Smith?

- Are you sure? - Yeah, I saw Julius Smith.

- Where? - At a Jazz Club.

When he saw me, he played the roof blues.

- Did you talk with him? - Just a few words.

He was released from prison two years ago.

Did he ask for me?

We didn't talk about you. He doesn't know we're married.

That was all?

Yeah.

Seeing him brought back some memories.

- Very emotional? - Pretty emotional.

Until my husband's death I had a happy but complicated life,

you know Smith was a close friend of his.

Seeing him reminded me of a lot of things.

Nevertheless, I'm happy you came back home sooner than I expected.

I don't know how to be without you.

It's all over now. Let's go with the others.

- See you tomorrow. - Bye, pal.

Those headlights!

In the face.

- How is he? - Very bad.

- Did you note down everything? - Yes, sir.

If you want to interrogate him, do it now, he's got no time left.

Commissary Fenton, of the Criminal Squad.

Talk, talk.

The boxes were filled with weapons.

Vogel betrayed us.

Castro, weapons as always.

It was him.

The letter...

... in my pocket.

In Jamaica, Castro and I with Vogel.

But it's impossible.

Lina, where are you? You must know it.

He's alive, Vogel, Paul Vogel.

Well, what would you have proposed to me...

... if that information would have been different?

To use Moira Santos.

- I don't remember her. - You put her in jail, for six months.

Oh, yes, I remember now, Moira Santos.

She's in Kingston. She works in a cabaret.

- On another occasion... - I know.

Find out everything you can about Julius Smith's past.

Ask his jazz partners...

... and also the crew of the club.

Make contact with Moira Santos, let's see if she can inform us...

... about the existence of that Castro and Paul Vogel in Kingston.

But... but he's dead.

A dead hero is more interesting than one hundred mediocrities alive

Moreover...

I have a hunch.

Hello?

Yes.

Three aces for you.

Wait a moment.

I'll take the inside telephone.

One poker for you.

And a Royal Flush for you.

She's been here for more than a month. She's a good girl and sings fine.

Suddenly, last night...

Well, she was with a customer at the bar and later on...

... she came to talk to me.

Now, look.

She told me she had two old friends that might be around here.

One called Castro and one called...

... Vogel.

- Three cards. - Check.

No, I told her I didn't know them.

- You owe me forty, don't you? - Forty five.

Oh, yes? Pay me or I'll kill you, don't you know?

- It's just one lunch. - Anything wrong?

What can be wrong?

Tonight we'll go to the Stardust, how about it?

I flatly refuse to go to the Stardust tonight.

- And me. - Me too.

What about you, Bandy?

I refuse everything.

Lovely. She's very nice, don't you think?

Do you like that girl?

She'll be very amusing. Invite her to have a drink, Carlo.

And your friends, why didn't they come with you tonight?

They prefer to go for a swim in the moonlight.

How I envy them! They can do whatever they choose to do.

Why does he invite me?

Millionaires are that way. He said: "If that lady wants to please us..."

- Well, that's what everybody says. - No, he's different, you'll see.

Are you Mr. Radeck? Pleased to meet you.

- This is my wife. - It's a pleasure.

Would you mind having a drink with us?

- Alright. - Sit down, please.

Tell me, Mr. Radeck.

Whisky? Champagne?

Cognac?

No, please, at this hour I always drink peppermint. It cheers me up.

Peppermint.

I didn't know you were performing here, if I had known it before... Hey, Lina?

- You're a great artist. - You don't believe that.

You're very kind, but it's not true.

I'm just average.

You're in front of one of the most important men in the world.

A self-made man, with his strength and his tenacity,

... he has made one of the biggest fortunes of our time.

Friend of half of mankind.

Maybe he knows those people you're looking for.

- Would you mind? - Excuse me.

I'm looking for two friends of mine, maybe you know them.

- Maybe. - Their names are Vogel and Castro.

Do you know them?

Vogel, Vogel?

No.

It's possible I know that Castro.

- His first name is Federico? - Yes, is he here?

No, that's impossible.

When did you last see him?

I don't know, perhaps one year ago. In Torremolinos, Spain.

He can't be the same man, the one I know died a long time ago.

You would have been five or six years old then.

Well, maybe he's his son.

No, he had no sons.

What are you looking for?

Nothing at all, and you?

It could be you.

I would like to talk to you, to see each other.

Tell me, don't you go too fast?

Anyway, I could disappoint you. Without the wig I'm awful.

Don't misjudge me, it's not what you're thinking.

Oh, isn't it?

If you don't mind, we'll continue this conversation at another time.

Come to my house tomorrow for a swim and drink an aperitif.

- She's completely stupid. - She's bad-mannered and tasteless.

- But she's not stupid. - What's she up to?

She's been told to ask for me and Castro.

But she doesn't know anything else.

What are you writing?

My memoirs.

- Four. - One ace.

- For me. - You clown.

- Who would've entrusted her with that task? - We'll find out right away.

Sorry, sir, a telephone call from New Orleans.

Come.

Hello?

Oh, how are you, Hightower?

I've got the girl's personal details.

She's been an informer a couple of times.

No, she's not dangerous, well, not until now.

About the other one, that Smith, the jazz musician,

he was run over a couple of days ago.

It seems that before dying he mentioned certain names...

... and related them to Kingston.

I guess the girl has been sent by the police.

I understand.

Warm regards.

What a bunch of idiots! Smith talked before dying.

They're groping in the dark, but we must take care of that girl.

Won't catch me!

Won't you go for a swim?

One has already fallen down.

- Don't you want to go for a swim either? - I'm no good at swimming.