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Yes.

Yes.

Now, don't you get uppity with me.

Mark Sanger, purple's always been your
favorite color.

Why, even in high school, them
underdrawers you ran around in was

Aunt Ruby, that was my track suit, and
I'm not getting uppity.

It's just that purple is... Oh, I see.

Only the stripes are purple.

A barber pole design. Very distinctive.

And... Someone's at the door, Ma.

All right. Goodbye.

Mr. Jackson?

This is Ruby Jackson.

Yes? Uh, Remington Bishop.

I'm an officer of the city western bank.

And this is Mr. Jackson. Here's a
special agent for the FBI.

Mrs. Jackson.

The FBI?

Crazy. May we come in, please?

Well, I suppose.

Thank you very much.

There's nothing to be upset about.

We're just here to ask your help.

Me?

Help the FBI?

Why, we depend on good American citizens
like you.

Well, won't you sit down?

Oh, no, no. Thank you will only be a
moment.

Well, what can I do?

Mrs. Jackson, we believe one of the
tellers in the bank is tampering with

savings account.

He's stolen my money. Embezzled. But
don't you worry. Your funds are insured

the United States government.

It's all I have in the whole world.

From the insurance money when my George
passed on. Now, we're not sure which

teller is the guilty party.

But we think you can help us find out.
How?

If you'll go down to the bank and close
your account, Mrs. Jackson.

We think this will flush him out. You
see, he would then have to juggle his

books to cover the discrepancy.

Then we'd spot him.

I don't rightly understand.

You just trust us, Mr. Jackson.

And you do want to cooperate with your
FBI, don't you? Oh, yes, sir.

Fine. Can you go right now?

Let me get my coat.

Oh, one thing.

Don't let the teller talk you into
accepting a check.

You insist on cash.

It's more incriminating evidence.

Yes.

You say I've got to take it all out?

$9 ,583?

Are you sure you want to do this, Mrs.
Jackson?

I'm positive.

All right.

I'll have a check drawn up. No.

I want it in cash.

Cash?

Mrs. Jackson, it isn't safe to carry
around an amount like this. Don't you

me where my money is safe, young man.

Cash.

Mr. Bishop from the bank with the check.
An agent peered.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

I was a little nervy having all that
money here.

Oh, come on.

We just stopped by to tell you the good
news.

We caught the thief. Thanks to you. You
helped us get the evidence we needed.

The FBI is sending you a certificate of
commendation.

Good gracious.

You should be a very proud woman today,
Mrs. Jackson.

Goodbye and thank you again.

And remember, you put that money right
back into the bank.

It isn't safe keeping it around the
house. But it's after three.

The bank was closing when I was there.

So it is. Oh, that's too bad.

Mr. Bishop, you're an officer of the
bank.

Why can't you just accept Mrs. Jackson's
deposit right here?

Oh, that hardly proper bank procedure.

Well, as vice president of the bank, I
think you can bend the regulations a

little, and we do owe Mrs. Jackson a big
favor.

Oh, would you?

Please.

Without that money here in the house, I
just wouldn't close my eyes all night.

Well, all right, under the
circumstances.

Oh, thank you, Mr.

Bishop. Please.

How much was that again? $9 ,500.

And $83.

Right. It'll be safer with the FBI.

Here you are, Mrs. Jackson.

You can sleep easy tonight. Your money
is as good as in the bank.

I just can't thank you enough, Mr.
Bishop.

Please, the thanks are all on our side.

Goodbye again.

And remember, you've been a good
citizen.

The FBI is grateful.

Chief Einstein's office.

Yes, Aunt Ruby.

The alternating stripes are orange.

You what?

And what's more, your Aunt Ruby's gonna
get a certificate of commendation.

Aren't you proud?

Jackson, I'm sorry.

I'm afraid your money's gone.

I guess I'm just an ignorant, foolish
old woman.

No, you're not.

We're just trying to be a good citizen.

Bunko have anything?

Well, they gave us a good start.

Mark, if there's nothing more your aunt
can do here, I suggest you take her down

and get her started on the mug files.

And, Ruby, don't worry. We'll find them
and we'll get your money back, too.

Right, Chief?

We'll do just that.

Thank you, Chief. I always knew my mom
worked for a fine man.

It was quite a promise you made. When I
make a promise, I expect us to keep it.

Right.

Of course.

Now, I assume Bunko was negative.

Not entirely.

It seems there's been a rash of bank
cons in town, six over the past couple

months. Same MMO?

Gullible old ladies.

The FBI trying to trap a bank teller.

They pull their money out and that's the
last issue of it. Any identification

from mug shots?

Nothing positive.

Only general agreement that the bank
officer was a distinguished -looking man

with gray hair and a mustache.

There's another angle to explore.

Con men are usually specialists.

You call me Columbus.

Over the past five years, those men have
specialized in the bank con.

Max Hodgkins, Frank Tolliver... Just the
last name, Chief. The others are either

in jail or in the East.

Raymond Otis Baker.

He out here?

Living in a hotel downtown.

Take a look at the names he's been
operating under.

Robert O. Bruce, alias Richard Olds
Bingham, alias Remington Otis Bishop.

R .O .B.

Same initials.

How arrogant can a man be?

Bunko must have checked him out.

On all the local cases, no
identification.

Well, those initials are still his
fingerprints.

All right, Columbus, see that Aunt Ruby
gets a look at him right away.

follow him find out where he's going i
still think we have the right man

He took a 9 o 'clock flight to Coronado
Park, listed on the passenger manifest

as R .O.

Braithwaite. R .O .B. again.

That man's arrogance is insufferable. Be
grateful.

It'll trip him up in time. Which we've
just run out of.

How do we nail him now?

Coronado Park.

Looks like he's going to roost for a
while.

How do you figure that?

It's a resort town. An expensive resort
town.

And that goes all of Aunt Ruby's money.

Well, we promised we'd get it back for
you, Mark.

Yes, we promised.

Oh, come off of it. I know all of that
was for Aunt Ruby's benefit.

You'll never get Baker to come back
here.

Eve, first thing in the morning, arrange
an appointment with my travel agent.

Your travel agent?

Why, they just can't pick up your entire
staff and go trotting off.

Why don't you face up to it? Your bird
has flown.

He's out of your jurisdiction.

Why don't you let the Coronado Park
police handle him?

He didn't built the citizens of Coronado
Park. He cheated ours.

All elderly and all now indigent, thanks
to him. None of his victims can

identify him.

What will you accomplish? Plenty.

He has a stake now. He'll be looking for
suckers.

Rich ones at this time.

And I'll be there to oblige him.

I'm sorry, Bob, the answer is no.

And that's final?

I'm afraid so. Close the case and mark
it dead.

Let's just say inactive.

Oh, that's a lovely word.

What is?

Inactive.

It's what you're telling me to be while
this man spends more than $90 ,000 he

stole from the citizens of San
Francisco.

But if those are your orders... Oh, no,
no, no, no. Just a minute, just a

minute.

Now... Let's not go around saying that I
ordered you to do anything of the sort.

I must have misunderstood you.

No, you didn't.

But I had no idea the losses were that
high. Well, if you'd read all the

report... All right, Bob.

Now, look.

Your plan calls for a display of wealth,
doesn't it?

Somewhat, yes.

Uh -huh.

Well, I wasn't aware that you had a
windfall, Bob. Oh, I'll manage.

I'm sorry, sir. This is Mark Urgent. Oh,
thank you.

Thanks, Dennis.

What is it?

I think it's a voucher.

A voucher?

Mark, urgent?

Well, it's from Chief Ironside for an
unlimited expense account.

Bob!

Bob, come back here!

He sure can move that wheelchair when he
wants to, can't he?

Welcome to La Casa Del Rey. Thank you.
Edward Bixby of Boggs Bay, Oregon. I

believe you have a suite reserved for
us.

Yes, sir.

But you didn't specify the price.

Now, our deluxe suites are $100 a day.
Did I ask how much?

We'll take it. Oh, Ed.

Would you care to register, sir?

Hey, Chief.

I still don't see why we're playing
games. Just grab him and slap some hair

that fat mouth.

And Rubell recognized him for sure.

Even a second -year law student would
scream that we violated his rights,

deliberately made him up to look like a
criminal.

No, Mark, he's got to hang himself.

And we have to give him a role.

Mind if I hold the other end?

Just wanted to let you know we're
settled in, Chief.

Don't get too settled, Ed. Our friend's
at the pool.

Go to work.

Bixby. Mr. Bixby. Yes.

Mr.

Bixby's call, please.

Thanks.

Bixby.

Hey, Horace, how are you?

Oh, come on, Horace, you know I'm a
bull.

Buy 2 ,000 shares. Now, what else is
good?

Elba Electronics?

I never heard of it, but if you say it's
a hot tip, you better put me down for

some.

And listen, Horace, get me some of that
Northwest Telephone.

That's right.

I've got a hunch it's going to move. All
right, boy wizard of Wall Street, you

can knock it off.

Your audience just walked out on you.

Yes.

Reaction zero.

Well, I was watching him personally.
He's hooked.

He'll make a move now.

Operator, there's no answer at home. Is
there anywhere else I can reach you?

The Bixby Scrap and Sellers Company?

Would you try that number, please?

Mr. Redwood Bixby, please.

I'd like to talk to Mr. Bixby, Robinson
Otis Braithwaite. I'm the National

Association of Scrap Dealers.

Where?

La Casa Del Rey, Coronado, Guadalajara.

Thank you.

Operator, get me 555 -7680, please.

It's me.

I checked it out.

Legit and loaded.

Tell Wendy I've got a job for her.

What do you want those for?

In case I can't sleep.

We're supposed to be on our second
honeymoon, remember?

You can read to me.

Excuse me, I am sorry.

It's all right.

What's wrong?

That guy just lifted my wallet.

That's it.

Lifting your wallet was Baker's first
move.

That's what we figured.

We figured? You started out to put a
hammer like on him if I hadn't stopped

I was having second thoughts.

Like screaming stop thief.

Knock it off, Mr. Bixby.

What's picking pockets got to do with a
card?

Confidence is the name of the game.

He's out to win Ed's. So? So, I let him.

Bixby? Yes?

Permit me to introduce myself. Robinson
Otis Braithwaite.

Yes. I believe I have something
belonging to your husband.

Ed's wallet.

I found it by the newsstand in the
lobby.

Won't you please come in? Thank you.

Very kind of you to bring it yourself.

Oh, I insisted on that pleasure when I
realized it belonged to the husband of

the lovely lady I saw at the pool today.

Should I thank you or blush?

Neither. Marilyn, we better... Hello?

Ed, this is Mr. Braithwaite.

He found this in the lobby.

My wallet.

I didn't even know I'd lost it.

I trust nothing is missing.

No, not a dime.

Mr. Braithwaite, it is a pleasure to
meet an honest man.

The pleasure is all mine.

Handshake is hardly a reward, ain't it?

The least we can do is invite Mr.
Braithwaite to dinner. The best place in

you name it.

Do you enjoy dancing?

I do.

Pepe, then. Except I insist on being the
host.

Mr. Braithwaite, why?

Because, having discovered that you're
rich, Baker wants to impress you that he

is. And how he got that way.

What does your husband do, Miss Bixby?

He's the biggest scrap iron dealer in
Bogs Bay.

I guess that sounds very unglamorous to
a man like you.

Oh, and just what is a man like me?

Stockbroker, I imagine.

Or perhaps a corporation attorney.

Neither.

Brain surgeon.

Well, whatever it is, it must be very
glamorous and profitable.

Glamorous? No.

Profitable? Yeah.

What?

You might be shot.

People from Bogs Bay don't shock easily.

I bet on horses.

You're a gambler.

Not at all.

But you said you bet on... Winners.

Only. This is Bixby. Winners.

You must have a crystal ball.

And you'll never lose.

Never, ever.

Then maybe you can place a little bet
for me.

I have my eye on this little gown in the
boutique. It's only $800, but Ed has

been absolutely unreasonable about it.

Oh, I'll do better than that.

Come with me tomorrow, young lady, and
I'll show you El Dorado.

And then the pot of gold at the end of
the rainbow.

You know, he is very charming, Ed. So is
Bluebeard. Most persuasive.

No wonder all those old ladies couldn't
resist him.

How about the young ones?

Men for all ages.

I can hear the chief now.

Officer Whitfield, you're on duty.

Well, can a lady enjoy her work?

Yes, Robinson.

Really, Robinson? How perfectly
marvelous, Robinson. Well, I had to play

part, didn't I?

Mrs. Bogs Bay dazzled by the swamp city
slicker. Dazzled? You blew your mind.

Well, as far as that goes, what about
you?

Big wheel with his stocks and bonds,
buying those $2 cigars.

Have one.

Bixby speaking.

Our den mother.

Uh... Just telling Eve it was you,
Chief.

Well, you certainly must have lit up the
town tonight. I've been calling for the

last two hours.

A baker likes to live it up. Any
results?

Uh -huh.

We're getting to be friends.

Close friends?

Close enough for our purposes.

I'll tell you all about it when I see
you. How soon can we get together?

We can't. You're staying right there.

I am.

We're taking enough chances meeting
during the day.

Suppose Baker happens to spot you coming
here at night when you're on your

second honeymoon.

Oh, I realize that, Chief, but...
Certain assignments, Sergeant, require

dedication above and beyond the call of
duty.

Good night, Ed.

Good night, Chief.

I'm spending the night here.

Make yourself comfortable.

Good night.

Good night.

Ed, where do you suppose Robinson's
taking us tomorrow?

Well, if we take him at his word, we'd
better bring picks and shovels.

Where's the garden?

Oh, it's here for the taking, if you
know how to mine it.

Is this place legal?

Not until you've noticed.

Hi, Mr. Braithwaite. Hello, Gladys.
Please take care of my friend. Nothing

me, though. Excuse me, Mom.

Sure thing.

I have an open line here. Would you mind
holding the phone for me, please? Not

at all. Thank you.

Any limit today, Charlie?

You're kidding, Mr. Braithwaite.

You bet it. We'll cover it.

No limit?

Place is owned by the syndicate. They
lay off big bets at the track.

On the house, sir.

Thank you.

He's going to third. That's what the man
said. Then he hung up.

To what track?

Eight to one on the morning line.

Here's where you get that gun you're
after, Marilyn. About a hundred.

What about you?

One thousand, right on Minnie's boy's
beautiful little nose.

Hey, easy. Oh, come on, Sourpuss. We're
straight winners.

Oh, little down in the boutique, you're
mine. Oh, mine. Now you pick up that

money. Oh, no, Father Marilyn.

There's lots more where that came from.

Your fix was in, huh?

No fix.

Robinson has a crystal ball.

He's got something.

Friend. Two of them in Tijuana.

One inside the track with a miniaturized
transmitter. The other outside with a

receiver and a telephone.

The moment a race ends, he shoots me the
name of the winner. I bet it.

The horse room takes your bet after the
race is over?

Ah, but they don't know that.

What a system.

That's why he never loses.

Oh, I do, I do.

Deliberately, occasionally, to, uh, lull
their suspicions.

Braithwaite, you've got a license to
steal.

Off -track betting is illegal. They're
breaking the law.

Don't you think they deserve to be
taken?

I do.

Thank you.

Yes, sir.

It would seem that we have a reservation
here.

Your name, sir?

Bixby. Edward Bixby of Boggs Bay,
Oregon.

Really got the hand of the baker. He
doesn't miss a trick. Even those winners

picked were real.

The mark of a pro. Don't take any
chances. The suckers will read the

pages. But that phony horse room must be
costing him plenty.

Cheap furniture and local small -timers
playing their parts for ten bucks a day.

Small investment for a big return.

This is Mr. Bixby?

What the devil's going on?

I get dragged up here by this guy, and
now I find out that my wife and I are

being impersonated by two police
officers. Now, what's going on? We have

laboring under the impression that you
and your wife were in Mexico.

Yeah, well, I only found out about this
by luck. I called my office from San

Diego, got some nitwit secretary on the
phone. Sounded like a tape recording.

Kept repeating over and over that my
wife and I were here.

Now, what's this all about?

Mr. Bixby, we're investigating a bunco
racket. Now, we're trying... Racket?

You're mixing us up in a racket?

Listen, I'm going to sue the city of
Coronado Park. I'm going to sue

connected with it.

Pipe down, corporal. You're out of line.

Ed! Stand at attention when you address
your superior officer.

Not for a crummy ex -Jireen Shavetail, I
don't. How are you? Okay, how are you?

Great. What are you doing here? I
thought you were with the San Francisco

police. I am. My name's Ironside.

This is Lieutenant Thomas, Officer
Whitfield.

Mrs. Bixby to me.

You're impersonating me.

Look. I needed a cover.

Well, who'd be better than my old Marine
buddy, the rich Mr. Bixby from Boggs

Bay? A con man's dream.

Since you were in Mexico, your partner
said go ahead.

Ah, so that's why Miss Dum -Dum said we
were here.

She was instructed to.

Who? Skip it. Dum -Dum.

Well, in that case, listen, uh, maybe
Marilyn and I can help you.

Gung -ho all the way.

The best way you can help us, Mr. Bixby,
is by making yourself very scarce. And

soon.

To put it bluntly, huh?

Okay. Well, Marilyn's waiting for me in
the lobby, so... Good hunting, Ed.

Thank you. My pleasure.

Hey, listen.

When this is over, come on up and spend
a weekend with us in Bog Bay.

Will do.

And bring Mr. Bixby with you, too.

See you soon. Bye -bye.

Well, what would you have bet on the
odds of him showing up here?

You briefed the room clerk?

Spelled it out loud and clear.

I'd better get going if I'm going to
make that plane.

What plane?

I'm going to mark the show on Ruby those
pictures you took.

Perhaps she can spot the man who posed
as the FBI agent.

Gun, huh?

All the way.

You went at the horse room today, Eve?

If this keeps up, I'm going to retire.

Chief, Baker must figure he's got his
hook by now.

When does he pull the string?

Pretty soon.

He's invested quite a bit of his own
money. He's invited us for supper in his

room tonight.

I have a feeling that supper is only an
appetizer.

Just a minute.

Rob.

Long distance.

Tijuana.

Hello?

Speaking. Put him on.

Hyman, what's up?

Well, now, wait a minute. You can't
leave now. We got a gold mine here.

All right, all right. But you can stay
one more day, can't you?

I'll bet a bundle.

You shoot me a ten to one shot, I'll lay
$60 ,000.

Yes, I can.

I got a friend here who's good for half
of it.

Hyman will clean up $600 ,000.

You'll take the chance for one -third,
won't you?

Riley, you can cut him in any way you
want.

Right.

Well, you heard.

My last chance for a killing.

Are you in?

Ed, $200 ,000 tax -free.

We can't lose.

Will I pay off?

They'll lay off and pay off. I told you
what the syndicate plays.

Okay.

I must have misunderstood you, Bob.

Did you say... Did you say that you
wanted me to wire you $30 ,000?

To bet on a horse?

You understood perfectly, Dennis.

Of course, the money will be marked and
you'll get it back with a nice dividend.

Why, Baker's the dividend.

Yes, thanks, Dennis.

Thanks.

Ed, you can pick up the money at
Coronado Park National in an hour.

Baker asked me to meet him in his room
at noon.

That'll give you plenty of time.

There are any number of ways his con
could go from here.

A phony raid on the horse room.

Somebody suddenly finds out he's been
past posting.

He'll play it simple and straight.
Probably your horse will win, and a few

minutes later you'll hear it's been
disqualified.

And then I tear my hair a little.

As much as you want.

But the important thing is to get out of
there.

Baker has to stay to pay off his
confederates. Lieutenant Thomas and his

will move in and grab Baker with those
marked bills in his possession.

Something wrong, Ed?

Looks like we have a great chance of
nailing Baker, but...

How is this going to get Aunt Ruby's
money back?

We're working on it.

What's the matter with you?

You know who that guy is?

Sure. Do you?

Do I?

He's a cop from San Francisco.

Ed Brown.

Is she positive? Goldie swears. She says
he ran her in up in Frisco.

I got $5 ,000 in this setup. Worth it to
make 30.

You're about to go to jail. My advice is
swallow your losings and blow.

Let's not panic. Let's panic. He's a
cop.

I haven't stolen a nickel yet. He's got
nothing on me.

I kind of like the idea of conning a
cop.

We'll meet you in the lobby.

I'll be right with you.

First race goes off in half an hour.

Funny time.

How about a drink?

No, thanks.

Hey, would you mind fixing me a scotch
for water, please? Sure.

What happened?

Where's Braithwaite?

A million miles away by now, I imagine.

But what happened?

That man got in here from the veranda
and robbed us both.

He slugged dead from behind. I thought I
heard something came in, came out of

him. He stuck his gun in my face.

He said to turn around.

Before I even did, he belted me.

I tried to chase him, and I just passed
out out there.

It was all your fault, Ed.

Mine?

A man got shooting off your mouth with a
horse and about a winning.

Some punk must have overheard you.

What are you going to do?

Get me the police.

Think he'd check out.

It's the murder of him to sit tight and
bluff it out.

We can't arrest him for being robbed.

I can hear him all the way up here,
laughing his head off.

Obviously, he found out who you are. You
walked into a trap.

Tell that to the commissioner.

Tell him the city's out $30 ,000.

Commissioner's my problem. Yours is to
start functioning.

Hello.

Yes, Mark.

Steve, take a look at your copy of
photograph 17.

The man marked C for Charlie.

Aunt Ruby says he's the one who poses
the FBI man.

Pretty sure.

I think if you saw him in person.

Hold on a minute, Mark.

Eve, may I have that airline schedule?

Phoning FBI agent?

It's probably the man who clouded you.

Thanks.

Now, Mark, get back on the PCA flight at
5 o 'clock.

Bring Aunt Ruby with you. We need
positive identification.

Right.

He must have the money. Baker wouldn't
keep it.

It still doesn't help us nail Baker.

They won't go near each other now.
They'll just sit us out.

Unless he knew we had that.

But you can't let him know.

That's our ace in the hole. Ed, what
good's an ace if you don't play it?

Good afternoon, Mr. Bradway.

Well, Lieutenant, no telling you've
recovered my money already.

Not yet, but there has been a
development in the case.

Oh? Could you drop down to headquarters
and talk to the chief?

All right, Lieutenant.

Soon as I change.

Always happy to cooperate with the
police.

What's up?

We were asked to come down here. That's
all I know.

Mr. Braithwaite, this is Chief Ironside.

Thank you for coming down, Mr.
Braithwaite.

Oh, glad to oblige.

We think we've identified the man who
robbed you.

Man wanted for bunco fraud in San
Francisco.

I didn't think bunco men went in for
this sort of thing.

No, but $60 ,000 is quite a temptation.

And we found out he was hanging around
the hotel this morning.

Doesn't mean anything to me. The man
wore a handkerchief over his face.

Perhaps you'll be able to identify his
voice.

He only spoke two words.

I want you to see him in any case.

You think you'll find him soon?

We made copies of this for every man on
the force. We'll pick him up in a couple

of hours.

Well, I hope so.

I'm leaving tonight.

Oh?

Vacation's over, Chief. I've...

Have to get back to my business. Mr.
Braithwaite, you're the only witness. We

need you. I'm sorry, Chief, but I've
got... I want you to stay.

Asking or ordering?

Shouldn't come to that, now should it?

Of course not.

Happy to cooperate.

Thank you.

I'll be at the hotel. You can call me
there when I'm in.

Have you looked back?

No, thanks. We have our own car.

See you.

In football, he's what they'd call the
man in motion.

You forgot to ask for mustard.

Who knows you're here?

Just baking.

Yeah?

What?

Mexico, and we're leaving right now.

We'll split the money down there.

What's the matter? Don't you trust me?

Look, we can't meet.

I'm too hot.

All right.

All right.

Look, don't threaten me.

She'll be there.

Who's she?

You.

There's plenty of time.

Well, it's reassuring. Oh, it's you.

Mr. Braithwaite is still hot.

What are you and Star going to do? Split
up. We'll meet in Mexico City later.

I'll see you there.

You're home free. Of course.

He has eyes, but can he see?

Mexico City, you'll have to have your
passport checked.

I already have.

I'm sorry, sir. I just got a call. Some
minor technicality. All Mexico City

passengers have to be rechecked.

This way.

I'll miss my plane.

This won't take a moment. We'll hold the
plane.

Right in here, sir.

Hello, Mr. Bishop.

It was worth it.

Sorry, Mr. Braithwaite.

Your long shot didn't come in today.

Awarded to you by the court of the
monies recovered from Baker and Stark.

Thank the court for me.

What about all those other poor souls?

They got their share, too. Hey, come on,
Ruby. Let's get to your bank and

deposit.

Thank you again.

Goodbye. Bye.

Hiya, Ruby.

Hey, that's some looking sweater.

It's the one Aunt Ruby knitted.

Great, isn't it? It's great.

Do you like it, Mr. Einstein?

Very much.

I knew you would.

I'm knitting you one just like it.

Oh!

Bigger. Around the waist, of course.

Not bigger, Aunt Ruby. Just make it
wider stripes.

Goodbye, everyone.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

If you don't wear it, I'll tell her.

Why shouldn't I wear it? On me, it'll
look great.

from an ancient African kingdom to the
search for a lethal crocodile Joanna

Lumley's Nile encounters some of the
most peculiar sights along the banks of

legendary river tonight at nine next
though it's goodnight sweetheart