Poppers (1984) Movie Script
1
IF YOU LOOK FOR ME,
YOU WILL FIND ME
Come on, stop kissing and hurry up.
You'd rather climb the
spiral staircase
Not recall that night of terror
Trapped inside the elevator
on your way up
Those strange noises,
that situation
Enclosed within glass walls
Singing to quell your fears
You're just another guy
Your legs are trembling,
you can't stand it
The doors won't open now,
this is getting bad
You get home, turn on the TV
TWO YEARS LATER
So, you got out already.
Yes, this morning.
What do you want?
I'm all alone.
There's no better company
than solitude.
What do you want from me?
A friend?
Yes, a friend.
Never test a friend.
That's almost like blackmail.
Then what else can I do?
Nothing. Live.
Make mistakes.
Repent.
Start over.
Like I said:
live.
I was hoping to find...
What? Advice?
What matters isn't advice,
it's setting an example.
And helping.
All I can do to help
is leave you alone to
grapple with yourself.
You are your best mirror.
Look inside and
correct your mistakes,
like a hunter adjusting
the aim on his rifle.
What for?
To be a better killer?
No, my son.
To avoid taking innocent victims.
Youth comes at a high price.
But rest assured,
it will soon pass.
Where can I find the light?
The light is inside you.
- It's a private party.
- I need to see Amando.
Is he expecting you?
He is.
Are you sure?
- He said to come.
- Are you sure?
Go ahead.
Amando!
Hey, what's up?
Look who's here!
Nice to see you!
- Sure is!
- Long time no see!
- Yup.
- Let's have a drink.
- How's it going here?
- It's one big party.
- That's great, man.
It's great to be back!
I finally got out.
When did you get out?
This morning.
For good behavior.
They needed to make room
for the new guys.
What are you going to do?
I don't know. I need to find work.
Don't worry. You have
friends, right?
If you'll excuse me,
I need to get back.
Have a drink and wait for me.
- Ciao.
- See you.
- Ciao!
Santos!
Do you know me?
I know you, you don't know me.
It's Virginia.
Virginia.
- No!
You look so different now!
I don't live with my mother now.
Can I help you with anything?
Not now, thanks.
And can I give you a word of advice?
No.
Don't do anyone any favors.
You don't owe me anything.
I owe you a few very
nice nights in bed together.
- Do you say that to all the guys?
- Only a few.
I don't speak to the rest.
Come on, kid!
- See you later.
- Ciao.
See you later.
Get out!
Hi, Santos.
Can I speak with you a moment?
You've been following me all day,
haven't you?
An interesting day for you,
isn't it?
Seeing your old friends again.
Did they offer you money?
A job?
What do you want?
I'm here to make you an offer.
On someone else's behalf, of course.
I don't give a damn about you, kid.
But it seems other people do.
How nice of them!
What do I have to do?
Not much.
Let's just say collecting your money
will be the hardest part.
Sounds good.
It sure as hell is.
I wish they'd make me
the same offer.
What is the deal?
You'll find out tomorrow.
If you're interested,
you have to come with me now.
I'm interested.
I don't have a choice, do I?
No, you don't.
His name is Santos.
He just got out of prison.
Make sure he has a nice evening
and get out of there before dawn.
Santos...
Come on, wake up.
We're here.
You left the party
without saying goodbye?
Yes.
Get out.
Alex, don't hide your hands.
I know they're ugly,
but if you move them,
no one will notice.
Oh, this is a disaster!
You, too, Maurice?
Maurice, my dear,
don't pump your chest like that.
You look like a band boy.
Guys, this isn't a tragedy.
It's an Anglo-Saxon
divertimento,
which means it's elegant,
cold, and perverse.
Understand?
Perverse!
OK, let's start over again.
Peter, that thing you just
did is wonderful...
But don't ever do it again.
You look like a queen fleeing
a diplomatic cocktail party.
Don't do it again,
you damned bastard!
And you, Marcelo, please slow down.
Don't think about that blond guy
waiting for you downstairs.
Guys, remember you're a
bunch of homosexuals
who are anxiously awaiting
the arrival of an archangel
that you're all dying to sleep with.
I want your faces
to show a little...
Restlessness, desire...
Desire!
Red lights for the archangel.
Red lights!
Where the fuck is that asshole
in charge of the red lights?
Relax, Max, we're in Spain.
He's probably out for coffee.
Everyone here drinks coffee.
The ministers and CEOs drink coffee.
The whores drink it.
The children drink it, with milk!
I have it with milk, too.
Well, there you go.
OK, enter the archangel,
even without the lights.
It's going to be fine, Dan.
The play is a piece of shit,
but it's got my name on it.
It's wonderfully intelligent
and disruptive.
It'll be a huge success
and we'll lose a lot of money.
"We" will, Max?
The only one losing money here
is me, your producer.
I prefer "patron".
Geniuses always ruin their patrons.
Von Stroheim, Fellini, Visconti...
- And now you.
- Yes, now me.
I don't mind losing money.
I have more than I can spend.
I just want to give
Maximiliano Solari
total freedom to put on
plays like this one
for the greater glory
of modern theater.
Thank you, Dan.
I love you.
I know, but don't tell me.
It's annoying.
Hello?
OK.
Get everything ready for tomorrow.
Tell the others.
The prey took the bait.
All right, very well.
BREAKFAST AMR. JORDAN'S AT 7.
THE HUNT IS SET.
GOOD NIGHT GABI.
There's a telephone message for you.
Spit it out.
"Everything is set for tomorrow."
You animal!
You're hurting me!
That's better.
Mr. Solari says it's all
set for tomorrow.
Tell them to make breakfast for six.
Santos,
would you care for some breakfast?
We have everything.
Help yourself, please.
Did you sleep well?
Perfectly.
Great.
Then it's time we explained things.
Our proposition is very simple.
We want you to join us
on a hunting expedition.
Me?
What do I know about hunting?
All you have to do is be the prey.
Excuse me?
What do you mean?
Just that.
There's a million dollars
worth of gems in this bag.
They're yours if you manage
to leave the reserve alive.
Do I have any hope at all?
Practically none.
Don't mind him.
Gabi's always
looking at the dark side.
Your chances of making
it out of here alive
depend solely
and exclusively on you:
your intelligence,
your agility,
your skill.
You'll have a one-hour head start
before we go look for you, OK?
No. You may find this
very amusing,
but my answer is no.
That's interesting.
Given a choice between
the good life and misery,
I wouldn't hesitate.
You forgot to mention death.
My death.
Death.
We should approach death
like lovemaking,
with our eyes wide open.
Very few men dare do that.
Wouldn't you like to be one of them?
Again, my answer is no.
I'm afraid your answer is
of no importance to us.
Why?
Because we've decided
to kill you anyway.
Since we are a rather
imaginative bunch of people,
we wanted to turn the
whole thing into a game.
A game in which you,
with a little luck, might win.
And also become wealthy.
OK, let's just say you've
accepted our proposal.
Let's start the hunt
as soon as possible.
It's nice
to get going early before the sun
starts beating hard.
Andrs,
take him to the hunting lodge.
Good luck.
Follow me.
Here, hold onto this bag.
Don't lose it.
It's a 3,000-hectare reserve.
A river in the middle
cuts through a rocky field.
All this is absurd.
I don't understand.
There's nothing to understand.
You have a million dollars
worth of gems in there.
Try to escape with it.
But I doubt you'll make it.
They're very experienced hunters.
They've hunted everything:
tigers, lions, elephants...
Everything except a man.
It's barbaric.
True,
but they're willing to pay for it.
We're right in the
middle of the reserve.
You can try to escape
in any direction.
But no matter which way you go,
they'll catch you.
We'll see about that.
I have a one-hour head start.
God bless your optimism.
Whose idea was it to hunt me down?
- Haven't you guessed?
- No.
Don't you even wonder why?
Why what?
Why they're going to kill you.
Please explain.
The man who organized
this hunt is Pablo Jordan.
- Mario's father?
- That's right.
The father of the kid you murdered.
So then they're the ones
who got me out of jail.
That's right.
It's about time
you opened your eyes.
OK, kid,
I'll leave you here.
Good luck.
The poor idiot thinks
he's getting a head start.
And he doesn't know
we're hunting on horseback.
If I were him, I'd cross the river
so that we'd lose track of him.
That's assuming
Andrs told him about the river.
Anyway, when the sun
starts beating down,
he'll look for shade.
- Whiskey, Max?
- Isn't it a bit early to drink?
We should split up. If we stay
together, he'll get away.
I'll head for the valley.
The game is getting interesting.
- Max...
- Gabi is right, let's split up.
You head north.
You, Gabi, head towards the city.
We'll have him
within rifle range soon.
But don't forget,
I'm the one who gets to kill him.
No one would deprive you
of that pleasure.
Don't underestimate the kid.
He seems smart and dangerous.
I'd like to come
face to face with him.
If we don't find him by noon,
we'll regroup at the oak grove.
Now, let's go.
Alex is dead.
He killed him like a raging beast.
He's more ferocious than a wolf.
Let's stick together from now on.
The kid killed Alex.
And Max?
Where's Max?
I don't know.
We split up a while ago.
Tell Andrs to bring the dogs.
Andrs, bring the dogs in the Jeep.
We're in the pine forest
by the river.
Sir, I set the dogs loose already.
I think I'd better go
back and find Max.
Take a couple of dogs with you.
OK. See you at the house.
Yes, we're going that way.
Call Andrs.
It's almost nightfall.
Andrs...
Andrs, do you hear me?
Take the car to the north side
of the river and keep watch.
Very well.
That kid must not escape.
I think we should call it a day.
Notify Max.
Max, do you hear me?
Max?
It's too hard to find him at night.
We'll meet up at
the house. Let's go.
-Yes?
- Andrs, do you hear me?
No use searching for him at night.
Go back to the castle.
-Roger, over.
An unfortunate hunting accident
has taken the life
of one of the most prominent men
in our community.
Alejandro de la Vega,
an upstanding entrepreneur
who had devoted the past few years
to the work of...
Did you talk to Andrs?
Yes, he said he's
lost track of the kid.
We'll find him.
He'll pay for this.
- He will.
- Let's go.
Goodbye.
We'd better part ways for now.
I'll wait to hear from you.
- Don't worry, Paul.
We'll let you know
as soon as we hear anything.
Get out.
Santos! What are you doing here?
Did I scare you?
- No, it's just that...
- You thought I was dead.
Well, I'm not.
See?
Dead? Why would you be dead?
Didn't you know your masters' game?
They're not my masters
or even my friends.
They're business contacts,
that's all.
What game are you talking about?
Don't play dumb.
I'm here to hire you.
And I have the money to pay you.
I'm not for sale.
Not for you or anyone else.
Then I guess I should leave.
What a cunt.
Wait...
I don't want your money,
but maybe I can help.
Actually, I'd like to help.
Why?
Let's just say that
I like playing games, too.
But this game might be risky.
I'll take my chances.
Tell me about these men.
What do you want to know?
Everything.
Why did you accept?
I had no choice.
Those bastards!
I'm going to kill them.
If you don't, they'll kill you.
You knew that from
the start, didn't you?
I know now.
But not everything.
You have a lot of information
about them.
Let's start with Jordan.
He's the brains
behind the operation.
Very powerful.
Armaments, naval construction,
electronics, banking...
Ministers stop by his house
to get their cash.
He adored his son.
He's obsessed with
avenging his death.
Gabi Dilos is of Greek origin.
They say he worked for NASA
for many years.
His hobby is video.
He's crazy about it.
His house is easy to access,
if you don't mind appearing on
30 or 40 screens at a time.
Why does he want to kill me?
To please Jordan.
He owes him a lot of money.
What about Alex?
Who was he?
Alex was a crazy pervert.
He hated everyone
because he was sexually impotent.
He fancied himself a sort of Dr. No,
complete with missiles.
He was very wealthy,
and his only pleasure
was corrupting anyone
who came near him.
Tell me about Maximiliano Solari.
He comes from an old Italian family.
He's a world-famous
theater director.
His talent has put many
entrepreneurs out of business.
He likes guys who manage
to make him feel uneasy.
Dan is a fabulously wealthy man.
He's madly in love with Max,
who treats him
like a nagging wife.
He's produced all of Solari's plays
for the past ten years.
If you want to find him,
look for Max first.
They're always together.
What are you going to do to them?
I told you, I'm going to kill them.
But how?
I don't know, each in his own style.
Will you help me?
You know I will.
I know.
I get the feeling
I've known you for ages.
Miss Lola, fancy seeing you here!
We need to see Gabi right now.
Just a moment, please.
- What is it?
- Mr. Dilos,
Miss Lola is here.
Just a moment.
Lola, who is that girl with you?
She's a friend of Jordan's.
Thank you.
Let them in.
Since Alex died,
Gabi's been out of his mind.
He's deathly afraid
he might be next.
Hi, Gabi.
How are you?
How are you, my dear?
So, you're a friend of Jordan's?
I've never seen you at his place.
What's your name?
It's Sandra.
Her name is Sandra.
- Let her talk.
What is the message?
Don't move.
Be patient.
Just enjoy the show.
Darling!
I'm crazy about you!
What's this madman doing
with his servants in fancy dress?
It'll be his last orgy.
Are you coming?
Yes, we'll be right there, Dan.
Don't worry about us.
Do you come here often?
You don't talk much.
They're shy.
Shall we go to the theater?
What theater?
My theater.
Don't you know who I am?
A man who likes guys,
and who, by some miracle,
isn't disgusting.
For your age.
Do you like me?
I like your money.
You smell rich.
You are so weird.
You're a son of a bitch,
Just the way you like them,
you bastard.
Well, guys,
what do you think?
Isn't it marvelous?
What better place than a theater
to play our little games, huh?
Here we are.
The last act is on stage.
Is Mr. Solari inside?
No, he left with a couple of guys.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
Let's have a drink.
Want to dance?
Look at me.
I want to see your torso.
Are you interested?
Do you like that?
You?
A woman!
Max! What have they
done to you?
No!
No...
- This.
Hello?
Hello?
Can I speak to Mr. Solari, please?
It's Andrs.
He's not home?
No, that's OK.
Thank you.
Well, it's all over.
Let's take the gems
and get out of here.
Where shall we go?
Anywhere.
On an endless journey.
We'll have to get rid of the car.
We can leave it at the cemetery.
- Hide the car and wait for me here.
- OK.
Santos!
IF YOU LOOK FOR ME,
YOU WILL FIND ME
What was I supposed to find?
Poppers.
IF YOU LOOK FOR ME,
YOU WILL FIND ME
Come on, stop kissing and hurry up.
You'd rather climb the
spiral staircase
Not recall that night of terror
Trapped inside the elevator
on your way up
Those strange noises,
that situation
Enclosed within glass walls
Singing to quell your fears
You're just another guy
Your legs are trembling,
you can't stand it
The doors won't open now,
this is getting bad
You get home, turn on the TV
TWO YEARS LATER
So, you got out already.
Yes, this morning.
What do you want?
I'm all alone.
There's no better company
than solitude.
What do you want from me?
A friend?
Yes, a friend.
Never test a friend.
That's almost like blackmail.
Then what else can I do?
Nothing. Live.
Make mistakes.
Repent.
Start over.
Like I said:
live.
I was hoping to find...
What? Advice?
What matters isn't advice,
it's setting an example.
And helping.
All I can do to help
is leave you alone to
grapple with yourself.
You are your best mirror.
Look inside and
correct your mistakes,
like a hunter adjusting
the aim on his rifle.
What for?
To be a better killer?
No, my son.
To avoid taking innocent victims.
Youth comes at a high price.
But rest assured,
it will soon pass.
Where can I find the light?
The light is inside you.
- It's a private party.
- I need to see Amando.
Is he expecting you?
He is.
Are you sure?
- He said to come.
- Are you sure?
Go ahead.
Amando!
Hey, what's up?
Look who's here!
Nice to see you!
- Sure is!
- Long time no see!
- Yup.
- Let's have a drink.
- How's it going here?
- It's one big party.
- That's great, man.
It's great to be back!
I finally got out.
When did you get out?
This morning.
For good behavior.
They needed to make room
for the new guys.
What are you going to do?
I don't know. I need to find work.
Don't worry. You have
friends, right?
If you'll excuse me,
I need to get back.
Have a drink and wait for me.
- Ciao.
- See you.
- Ciao!
Santos!
Do you know me?
I know you, you don't know me.
It's Virginia.
Virginia.
- No!
You look so different now!
I don't live with my mother now.
Can I help you with anything?
Not now, thanks.
And can I give you a word of advice?
No.
Don't do anyone any favors.
You don't owe me anything.
I owe you a few very
nice nights in bed together.
- Do you say that to all the guys?
- Only a few.
I don't speak to the rest.
Come on, kid!
- See you later.
- Ciao.
See you later.
Get out!
Hi, Santos.
Can I speak with you a moment?
You've been following me all day,
haven't you?
An interesting day for you,
isn't it?
Seeing your old friends again.
Did they offer you money?
A job?
What do you want?
I'm here to make you an offer.
On someone else's behalf, of course.
I don't give a damn about you, kid.
But it seems other people do.
How nice of them!
What do I have to do?
Not much.
Let's just say collecting your money
will be the hardest part.
Sounds good.
It sure as hell is.
I wish they'd make me
the same offer.
What is the deal?
You'll find out tomorrow.
If you're interested,
you have to come with me now.
I'm interested.
I don't have a choice, do I?
No, you don't.
His name is Santos.
He just got out of prison.
Make sure he has a nice evening
and get out of there before dawn.
Santos...
Come on, wake up.
We're here.
You left the party
without saying goodbye?
Yes.
Get out.
Alex, don't hide your hands.
I know they're ugly,
but if you move them,
no one will notice.
Oh, this is a disaster!
You, too, Maurice?
Maurice, my dear,
don't pump your chest like that.
You look like a band boy.
Guys, this isn't a tragedy.
It's an Anglo-Saxon
divertimento,
which means it's elegant,
cold, and perverse.
Understand?
Perverse!
OK, let's start over again.
Peter, that thing you just
did is wonderful...
But don't ever do it again.
You look like a queen fleeing
a diplomatic cocktail party.
Don't do it again,
you damned bastard!
And you, Marcelo, please slow down.
Don't think about that blond guy
waiting for you downstairs.
Guys, remember you're a
bunch of homosexuals
who are anxiously awaiting
the arrival of an archangel
that you're all dying to sleep with.
I want your faces
to show a little...
Restlessness, desire...
Desire!
Red lights for the archangel.
Red lights!
Where the fuck is that asshole
in charge of the red lights?
Relax, Max, we're in Spain.
He's probably out for coffee.
Everyone here drinks coffee.
The ministers and CEOs drink coffee.
The whores drink it.
The children drink it, with milk!
I have it with milk, too.
Well, there you go.
OK, enter the archangel,
even without the lights.
It's going to be fine, Dan.
The play is a piece of shit,
but it's got my name on it.
It's wonderfully intelligent
and disruptive.
It'll be a huge success
and we'll lose a lot of money.
"We" will, Max?
The only one losing money here
is me, your producer.
I prefer "patron".
Geniuses always ruin their patrons.
Von Stroheim, Fellini, Visconti...
- And now you.
- Yes, now me.
I don't mind losing money.
I have more than I can spend.
I just want to give
Maximiliano Solari
total freedom to put on
plays like this one
for the greater glory
of modern theater.
Thank you, Dan.
I love you.
I know, but don't tell me.
It's annoying.
Hello?
OK.
Get everything ready for tomorrow.
Tell the others.
The prey took the bait.
All right, very well.
BREAKFAST AMR. JORDAN'S AT 7.
THE HUNT IS SET.
GOOD NIGHT GABI.
There's a telephone message for you.
Spit it out.
"Everything is set for tomorrow."
You animal!
You're hurting me!
That's better.
Mr. Solari says it's all
set for tomorrow.
Tell them to make breakfast for six.
Santos,
would you care for some breakfast?
We have everything.
Help yourself, please.
Did you sleep well?
Perfectly.
Great.
Then it's time we explained things.
Our proposition is very simple.
We want you to join us
on a hunting expedition.
Me?
What do I know about hunting?
All you have to do is be the prey.
Excuse me?
What do you mean?
Just that.
There's a million dollars
worth of gems in this bag.
They're yours if you manage
to leave the reserve alive.
Do I have any hope at all?
Practically none.
Don't mind him.
Gabi's always
looking at the dark side.
Your chances of making
it out of here alive
depend solely
and exclusively on you:
your intelligence,
your agility,
your skill.
You'll have a one-hour head start
before we go look for you, OK?
No. You may find this
very amusing,
but my answer is no.
That's interesting.
Given a choice between
the good life and misery,
I wouldn't hesitate.
You forgot to mention death.
My death.
Death.
We should approach death
like lovemaking,
with our eyes wide open.
Very few men dare do that.
Wouldn't you like to be one of them?
Again, my answer is no.
I'm afraid your answer is
of no importance to us.
Why?
Because we've decided
to kill you anyway.
Since we are a rather
imaginative bunch of people,
we wanted to turn the
whole thing into a game.
A game in which you,
with a little luck, might win.
And also become wealthy.
OK, let's just say you've
accepted our proposal.
Let's start the hunt
as soon as possible.
It's nice
to get going early before the sun
starts beating hard.
Andrs,
take him to the hunting lodge.
Good luck.
Follow me.
Here, hold onto this bag.
Don't lose it.
It's a 3,000-hectare reserve.
A river in the middle
cuts through a rocky field.
All this is absurd.
I don't understand.
There's nothing to understand.
You have a million dollars
worth of gems in there.
Try to escape with it.
But I doubt you'll make it.
They're very experienced hunters.
They've hunted everything:
tigers, lions, elephants...
Everything except a man.
It's barbaric.
True,
but they're willing to pay for it.
We're right in the
middle of the reserve.
You can try to escape
in any direction.
But no matter which way you go,
they'll catch you.
We'll see about that.
I have a one-hour head start.
God bless your optimism.
Whose idea was it to hunt me down?
- Haven't you guessed?
- No.
Don't you even wonder why?
Why what?
Why they're going to kill you.
Please explain.
The man who organized
this hunt is Pablo Jordan.
- Mario's father?
- That's right.
The father of the kid you murdered.
So then they're the ones
who got me out of jail.
That's right.
It's about time
you opened your eyes.
OK, kid,
I'll leave you here.
Good luck.
The poor idiot thinks
he's getting a head start.
And he doesn't know
we're hunting on horseback.
If I were him, I'd cross the river
so that we'd lose track of him.
That's assuming
Andrs told him about the river.
Anyway, when the sun
starts beating down,
he'll look for shade.
- Whiskey, Max?
- Isn't it a bit early to drink?
We should split up. If we stay
together, he'll get away.
I'll head for the valley.
The game is getting interesting.
- Max...
- Gabi is right, let's split up.
You head north.
You, Gabi, head towards the city.
We'll have him
within rifle range soon.
But don't forget,
I'm the one who gets to kill him.
No one would deprive you
of that pleasure.
Don't underestimate the kid.
He seems smart and dangerous.
I'd like to come
face to face with him.
If we don't find him by noon,
we'll regroup at the oak grove.
Now, let's go.
Alex is dead.
He killed him like a raging beast.
He's more ferocious than a wolf.
Let's stick together from now on.
The kid killed Alex.
And Max?
Where's Max?
I don't know.
We split up a while ago.
Tell Andrs to bring the dogs.
Andrs, bring the dogs in the Jeep.
We're in the pine forest
by the river.
Sir, I set the dogs loose already.
I think I'd better go
back and find Max.
Take a couple of dogs with you.
OK. See you at the house.
Yes, we're going that way.
Call Andrs.
It's almost nightfall.
Andrs...
Andrs, do you hear me?
Take the car to the north side
of the river and keep watch.
Very well.
That kid must not escape.
I think we should call it a day.
Notify Max.
Max, do you hear me?
Max?
It's too hard to find him at night.
We'll meet up at
the house. Let's go.
-Yes?
- Andrs, do you hear me?
No use searching for him at night.
Go back to the castle.
-Roger, over.
An unfortunate hunting accident
has taken the life
of one of the most prominent men
in our community.
Alejandro de la Vega,
an upstanding entrepreneur
who had devoted the past few years
to the work of...
Did you talk to Andrs?
Yes, he said he's
lost track of the kid.
We'll find him.
He'll pay for this.
- He will.
- Let's go.
Goodbye.
We'd better part ways for now.
I'll wait to hear from you.
- Don't worry, Paul.
We'll let you know
as soon as we hear anything.
Get out.
Santos! What are you doing here?
Did I scare you?
- No, it's just that...
- You thought I was dead.
Well, I'm not.
See?
Dead? Why would you be dead?
Didn't you know your masters' game?
They're not my masters
or even my friends.
They're business contacts,
that's all.
What game are you talking about?
Don't play dumb.
I'm here to hire you.
And I have the money to pay you.
I'm not for sale.
Not for you or anyone else.
Then I guess I should leave.
What a cunt.
Wait...
I don't want your money,
but maybe I can help.
Actually, I'd like to help.
Why?
Let's just say that
I like playing games, too.
But this game might be risky.
I'll take my chances.
Tell me about these men.
What do you want to know?
Everything.
Why did you accept?
I had no choice.
Those bastards!
I'm going to kill them.
If you don't, they'll kill you.
You knew that from
the start, didn't you?
I know now.
But not everything.
You have a lot of information
about them.
Let's start with Jordan.
He's the brains
behind the operation.
Very powerful.
Armaments, naval construction,
electronics, banking...
Ministers stop by his house
to get their cash.
He adored his son.
He's obsessed with
avenging his death.
Gabi Dilos is of Greek origin.
They say he worked for NASA
for many years.
His hobby is video.
He's crazy about it.
His house is easy to access,
if you don't mind appearing on
30 or 40 screens at a time.
Why does he want to kill me?
To please Jordan.
He owes him a lot of money.
What about Alex?
Who was he?
Alex was a crazy pervert.
He hated everyone
because he was sexually impotent.
He fancied himself a sort of Dr. No,
complete with missiles.
He was very wealthy,
and his only pleasure
was corrupting anyone
who came near him.
Tell me about Maximiliano Solari.
He comes from an old Italian family.
He's a world-famous
theater director.
His talent has put many
entrepreneurs out of business.
He likes guys who manage
to make him feel uneasy.
Dan is a fabulously wealthy man.
He's madly in love with Max,
who treats him
like a nagging wife.
He's produced all of Solari's plays
for the past ten years.
If you want to find him,
look for Max first.
They're always together.
What are you going to do to them?
I told you, I'm going to kill them.
But how?
I don't know, each in his own style.
Will you help me?
You know I will.
I know.
I get the feeling
I've known you for ages.
Miss Lola, fancy seeing you here!
We need to see Gabi right now.
Just a moment, please.
- What is it?
- Mr. Dilos,
Miss Lola is here.
Just a moment.
Lola, who is that girl with you?
She's a friend of Jordan's.
Thank you.
Let them in.
Since Alex died,
Gabi's been out of his mind.
He's deathly afraid
he might be next.
Hi, Gabi.
How are you?
How are you, my dear?
So, you're a friend of Jordan's?
I've never seen you at his place.
What's your name?
It's Sandra.
Her name is Sandra.
- Let her talk.
What is the message?
Don't move.
Be patient.
Just enjoy the show.
Darling!
I'm crazy about you!
What's this madman doing
with his servants in fancy dress?
It'll be his last orgy.
Are you coming?
Yes, we'll be right there, Dan.
Don't worry about us.
Do you come here often?
You don't talk much.
They're shy.
Shall we go to the theater?
What theater?
My theater.
Don't you know who I am?
A man who likes guys,
and who, by some miracle,
isn't disgusting.
For your age.
Do you like me?
I like your money.
You smell rich.
You are so weird.
You're a son of a bitch,
Just the way you like them,
you bastard.
Well, guys,
what do you think?
Isn't it marvelous?
What better place than a theater
to play our little games, huh?
Here we are.
The last act is on stage.
Is Mr. Solari inside?
No, he left with a couple of guys.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
Let's have a drink.
Want to dance?
Look at me.
I want to see your torso.
Are you interested?
Do you like that?
You?
A woman!
Max! What have they
done to you?
No!
No...
- This.
Hello?
Hello?
Can I speak to Mr. Solari, please?
It's Andrs.
He's not home?
No, that's OK.
Thank you.
Well, it's all over.
Let's take the gems
and get out of here.
Where shall we go?
Anywhere.
On an endless journey.
We'll have to get rid of the car.
We can leave it at the cemetery.
- Hide the car and wait for me here.
- OK.
Santos!
IF YOU LOOK FOR ME,
YOU WILL FIND ME
What was I supposed to find?
Poppers.