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Here's adventure!

Here's romance!

Here's O. Henry's famous Robin Hood of the Old West...

(pigeons cooing) (grinding)

Well, Jerry...

about one more week of recutting, and I'll defy anyone

to ever tell that these were once a part of the Peralta

necklace.

(chuckles) My complements, maestro.

You're a wizard.

Well, why shouldn't I be, after spending 40 years in

Europe perfecting the art?

And what have I got for it?

Weak eyes... round shoulders.

That's why I turned crook.

I know, I know.

You told me that before.

Many times, in fact.

Yes, I suppose I have.

Well, back to work.

By the way, Parker, I've hired an entertainer.

Girl?

Yes, and very attractive, too.

I'm sure the hotel guests'll like her very much.

And you?

Don't worry about me.

She's perfectly harmless.

Yes... so is a stick of dynamite, until it explodes.

It's about time for your opening number, Joan.

You'd better get ready.

All right, Gary.

Heh, hey, Cisco, this is a pretty high-tone class place,

eh?

Look at the flowers and the women and the music and...

even the waiters, they got on the bobtail monkey suits.

Why didn't we never come here before?

Because, Pancho, we never passed this way before.

You know, that's a pretty good reason.

Would you believe it?

(clicks tongue) Good afternoon, gentlemen.

I'm Gary Mason, the manager here.

May I be of service to you?

We'd like to have something to eat.

Something?

We want everything.

Some arroz con pollo with salsa de chili verde, uh, some chicken

tamales, no bones, and maybe a few dozen enchiladas and some

tortillas, and we're gonna finish with panocha de pignon,

eh?

Yes, and we'll finish in the hospital if we have to eat all

of that, Pancho.

Well, is that a bad way to die?

(chuckles) This way, gentlemen.

(clears throat) Oh, waiter.

Uh, something light, please.

Tony'll take good care of you.

Oh, Gary.

Hello, Mr. Parker.

Sit down, keep an old man company.

It'll be a pleasure.

No sign of that detective yet?

No, but the boys'll take care of him if he shows up again.

Well, you see that they do.

The man in the green coat.

(applause) Ladies and gentlemen,

Miss Joan Bentley.

(applause) Hey, Cisco, she do pretty

good with those castanets, no?

Quiet, Pancho.

What is it, Cisco?

That girl is tapping a message in Morse Code with her

castanets, Pancho.

She's warning somebody here named Stan.

What do the message say?

It said, "They know who you are, Stan-- get out, quick."

Hey, that must be the man over there.

Cisco... look at the gate.

(applause) It's time we took a hand on

this, Pancho.

(gunfire) Stay with him , Pancho!

Hyuh!

Hold it back, Diablo!

Take it easy, mister!

Start walking!

Go on!

Why did you shoot that man?

I think I will kill you hombres dead-- then, maybe you

will talk.

Never mind, Pancho.

We'll take them in to the nearest sheriff.

That won't be necessary.

I'll do it.

On your way.

Well, that's taken care of.

(wings flapping) That's one of my pigeons

returning home.

Excuse me.

Hey, senor, maybe you can tell us who--

Never mind, Pancho.

Come along.

(pigeons cooing) Hey, Cisco, where'd the

senorita go, anyhow?

(approaching hoofbeats) What happened?

Those men... they got away.

They roped me from my horse and hit me on the head with a gun.

Take it easy.

It'll be all right in a little while.

I'll-- I'll help you to the hotel.

No, thanks, I can make it alone.

But you can stable my horse.

Sure.

Thanks very much.

(indistinct chatter) Hey, Cisco, I'll bet you that

man who got away what did it.

No, Pancho.

Mason let those men get away.

What do you mean?

He said he was hit in the head with a gun.

When I felt his head, there was no bump there.

Cisco, Pancho!

Hey, senorita.

We were looking for you.

Why are you hiding here?

I was waiting to talk to you.

I couldn't do it in the open.

Afraid of Mason?

Then you know about him?

All I know, senorita: when he tell a crooked lie, he do it

with a straight face.

Then you didn't believe what he said about how those men got

away?

Ha ha, senorita, Pancho got brains on top his head.

Mind telling us what this all about?

I picked up your message to your friend.

He was my partner.

I'm Joan Bentley, insurance detective.

Holy smokers, what are you detecting?

The Peralta necklace.

No doubt you read about it being stolen.

Who hasn't?

Well, Stan and I traced it here.

And I got a job as a dancer...

to worm my way into Mason's confidence.

You think he got it?

Not only that, but I think he's mixed up in a number of

other diamond robberies.

What made him suspicious of your partner?

I don't know... but I overheard him talking to one of

his men, and then I knew it was all over for Stan.

There was no way I could get word to him in time to warn him

to stay away, and, well, you know the rest.

(indistinct chatter) Oh, hello there!

What, leaving us so soon?

Oh, as a matter of fact, we plan to stay a few days.

Yeah, the weather here is good for my lumbago-- when it

don't ache in one place, it aches all over!

(laughter) Well, you'll excuse me.

I'm taking my daily walk.

It's great for the health.

You ought to try it sometime.

Ah, heliotrope.

My favorite perfume.

Yours?

No, a memento from a friend.

Ah, youth.

It must be served.

You were right about that girl, Tracy.

Look what I found up in her room-- her credentials from the

insurance company.

And you told me she was perfectly harmless.

She will be when I get my hands on her.

Don't be a bigger fool than you are.

What do you mean?

First things first.

Remember that, Gary, and you'll live longer.

So?

The girl can wait until we take care of Cisco and Pancho.

I'll tell you what we're gonna do...

Good morning, miss.

May I join you?

As you wish.

Thank you.

Well, it isn't in his room.

Any ideas?

It may be on his person.

Possibly on his money belt.

Be careful, here he comes.

Such a beautiful day.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

And how are you, Joan?

Fresh as a daisy.

Sit down and have a bite with us.

I'd like to, but I've got some important business in town.

See you at dinner.

"Dear Gary, buyer for stuff will meet you at the Rockford

Hotel on Wednesday.

Ask for Larkins.

Don't forget my cut-- Joe."

I told you he had it, Cisco.

Well, but he'll not have it much longer, we'll see to that.

I wonder where Pancho is.

I'll see you later.

(pigeons cooing) Hello, little pigeons.

I got a friend who'd like to meet you.

His name is Paul Parrot.

(chuckles) Hey, Paul, say hello to the

little pigeon.

(high-pitched voice) Hello, bird-- hello, little pigeon.

Hello, ha ha.

(squawks) (high-pitched jabbering)

(screeches and whistles) Hello, pigeon.

Hello, little pigeon.

(laughing) (squawks)

(whistles) Hello, little pigeon.

(chuckles) Where you come from?

Timbuktus?

Oh, what a pretty little 'aminal'.

You gots a little baby?

Hey, give me that bird.

But, senor, I-- What's the idea, trying to

steal my pigeon?

Well, I didn't was trying to steal the pigeon.

I was just talking to him like pigeons talk to one another.

I don't know what's the matter with this man, he don't laugh

at all with his face, I-- Hm.

Pancho.

Let's go after that necklace.

Cisco, you know where it is?

Going my way?

Good try, Mason.

You didn't listen.

Both of you.

Drop your guns.

Make it fast.

Cisco, that letter was not a letter, it was a trap.

And a neat one, too, you must admit.

What are you going to do with us?

You'll find out soon enough.

All right, boys, mount up.

Cisco, throw me your gun, Cisco.

(gunshot) Pancho, catch!

(gunfire) They're coming back,

and got guns!

(gunfire) You hurt bad, Cisco?

Oh.

Are you?

I'm all right, Pancho.

Just my wind was knocked out of me.

The bullet hit my belt buckle.

Cisco, please don't ever do this to me again.

What you want, my white hat to turn black, huh, Cisco?

Hey, you dropped something, Pancho.

Oh, oh yeah.

I find that in the pigeon place, you know, Cisco.

Here, I find it after Senor Parker, he think I wanted to

steal one of those pigeon birdies that fly out of the sky.

Cisco, look!

Ooh, Cisco, it's diamonds, huh?

Look!

Yes, Pancho, diamonds.

Yeah.

Stolen diamonds.

Yeah.

Look.

(laughing) Give me back the diamond.

I was just gonna do it, Cisco.

Can't you understand, Tracy?

We gotta get out of here, they'll be after us.

Well, they won't bother me, I'm in the clear.

Oh, well, I'm not.

Well, that's just too bad, Gary.

You should have been a little more careful.

Suppose you give him my share of the diamonds, and I leave.

You'll get your share, after they are sold.

Oh, so that's it, huh?

Look here, Tracy.

Either you give me my share, or I'll expose you.

Why, you...

Well, all right.

It seems I have no choice.

Oh, by the way, the key to the safe is in my coat there.

Will you get it for me, please?

You fool.

[pigeons cooing] "The police are after you.

Clear out, fast."

You stay here, Joan.

Come on, Pancho.

My message frighten you, Mr. Parker?

Si senor, Cisco sent it with that pigeon I borrowed

from you last night.

Take a look, Pancho.

Ooh, Cisco, diamonds, huh?

Enough to open a store.

Yes.

Look it, they glisten.

Why, you...

Oh!

Nicely done, Cisco.

Did you find the necklace?

You'll never find it, Miss.

I've recut every stone.

Are they in there, Cisco?

Oh, si, and plenty more, too.

Well, you can turn them over to me now.

I'm sorry Joan, but I can't.

The authorities will need them to use as evidence against

Parker.

That's right, they will.

Well, I better send a wire off to my boss.

Drop your gun, Pancho.

Don't move, Cisco.

Drop it, Pancho.

(gunshot) Try that again, Park,

and I'll blow your head off.

You're a nice guy, Cisco.

But, don't believe everything you hear.

Especially from a girl.

Then you ain't no detective, don't you?

Me, that's a laugh.

No, sonny boy, I take my diamonds where I find 'em.

Just like our friend, Parker.

But, how 'bout those credentials from the insurance

company?

My partner, Stan, was an artist when it came to forgery.

I'm going to miss him.

Well, you certainly put one over on me.

Don't feel too bad about it.

I've fooled smarter chumps than you.

Now, toss over that box.

Here it goes.

(gunshot) Anything you want me to send

you in prison, Joan?

Yeah, a half a dozen good hacksaw blades.

(chuckling) You know, little pigeon,

you awful pretty.

Why don't you comb your hair sometimes, eh?

You have pretty little footses, too, pink footses are pretty.

What do you got on your nose, something on top of your nose?

That thing.

(laughing) I might have known I'd find you

here with the pigeons.

Don't you ever get tired of them?

Not Pancho, you know why?

Why?

Because someday, I'm gonna buy a little rancho, and I'm

gonna raise flying chickens.

Oh, Pancho, chickens don't fly.

But they will when I marry 'em with flying pigeons.

Oh, Pancho.

Oh, Cisco!

(laughing) Goodbye, amigos.

See you soon!

(laughs)