The Girl from Rio (Die sieben Männer der Sumuru)

- Buenos días, señor. - Good afternoon.

You have a room for me? - Un momento. Carlos!

What can I do for you, señor?

The name's Sutton, Jeff Sutton.

Have you no more baggage, señor?

Just this, I'm traveling light.

Will you send a barber up to the room?

I could do with a shave.

And send a manicurist.

And ask the boy to bring up some sports shirts, size 15.

Si, señor.

- Who have you got in there? - It was young Manuel.

You knew him. He beat the boss at chess.

How's everything going, Carl?

The fugitive has arrived from the beat.

Oh, good. He's an interesting type.

$10 million is a sum worthy of consideration.

Hello?

Oh, h-he's busy.

Who is it?

It's a long-distance from Madrid.

Yes, I know that, but who is it?

Moment.

Oh!

But you said you didn't want to be disturbed.

Hello?

Hello!

I can't hear you!

Well, you'll have to try harder.

Harder! Ahh! Not you!

Why, Your Excellency!

- What a pleasant surprise. - Sorry, sir.

Oh, shut up. Oh, not you, Your Excellency!

Who?

Oh, I've never heard of him.

How much?

Well, that is a lot of money.

Arriving today, eh?

Hmm.

Well...

We'll look after him.

You can depend on that.

- Would you say that is enough, señor? - Yes, thank you.

No, thanks.

Gracias, señor.

The other hand, please.

- Aren't you satisfied? - Not bad.

Not bad?

Maybe I could use another manicure.

Another?

Yes, would you be free,

say around nine o'clock?

- Tomorrow morning? - No.

Tonight. - Oh.

This is Femina, city of women.

This is control calling the women of Femina.

Attention, everybody.

We are chosen.

The women whose destiny has been decided

in the never ending struggle, woman against man.

We are the victors.

We give, each day, our gratitude and obedience,

to our leader.

There are some who seek to penetrate

the secrets of our world.

You have seen today the fate of such a spy.

A man.

There can only be one future for men such as this.

Death.

Remember,

this is the capital city of a world of women.

Our world. Our city.

Femina.

We have no use for the pretenders.

And all men, at heart,

play a game of pretense with their victims, women.

Now, we are the victors,

and they the slaves.

But even to us, men have their uses.

They helped us to build this city

with their labor.

And above all, their money,

and they will help us again,

till the moment our world defeats all men's kingdoms.

Is there anything else I can bring you, señor?

Yes, a new tablecloth, won't you?

Let's get out of here. Party's getting rough.

Good morning, sir.

How are you?

What the hell do you want?

I...

I want you to come with me

- to see another friend of mine. - What for?

Well...

He will tell you himself.

If anybody moves, I'll kill him.

Be quiet, boys.

Be quiet!

Not so hard, please.

Get up, you. What happened?

Why did you let him get away?

Jeff, would you help me, please?

Ooh. Pass me a towel, please.

Sure.

Thanks.

You know, it was pretty forward of me, inviting myself up here.

After all, you're a single girl.

Oh, don't worry about that. After all, this is Rio.

Thinking?

Mm-hmm.

- Nice thoughts? - Interesting thoughts.

A penny for them.

Well, they're worth much more than that.

Any other thoughts?

I was thinking that maybe tomorrow,

you could give me another manicure.

Oh.

- Oh, I forgot something. - Yes?

What is your name?

Lesley.

Oh, Lesley.

Don't move.

How are you going to take care of these $10 million?

Put that briefcase down.

So, you can read.

I wondered what those thugs were up to last night.

Now, I know.

All right, Miss Know-It-All, who were they?

Who cares who they were.

All that matters to you is that somebody hired them

to get you.

So...

what do I do about it?

If I were you,

I'd get out of town.

Oh, there's no need to do that.

The police can't touch me here.

There's no extradition to the United States or anywhere else.

That's your problem.

The police aren't after you, but other people are.

Some of the biggest gangsters in the world are in business here.

And by now, they all know all about you

and those lovely, genuine, illegal $10 million.

You see,

the safest thing to steal is stolen money.

You know, working in a swanky hotel like this,

you get to meet all sorts of people.

Smart people.

And from smart people, you get ideas.

- Good ideas. - You know, you may be right,

about getting out of town, I mean.

After all, there's no sense in asking for trouble.

But...

If I get out of town,

where do I go?

Leave that to me, huh.

There he goes, there.

- We must catch him. -

What do you want?

Nothing, sir.

I'm waiting for a client.

Well, get off my back.

Message for Miss Lesley Manors.