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Mannix, old boy, good morning.

How are you, Roger? How are things with Bard Enterprise?

Marvelous, absolutely marvelous.

Oh, expect to crash through the ceiling any moment. Well, that's great if you

can afford a new ceiling. Oh, spotted lunch.

Yeah, 12 .30? Fine, pick you up. All right.

Hello, Roger.

Imagine seeing you here. Small world.

Not particularly.

As you know, I've had reason to see a good deal of it lately.

Paris, Suva, Pago Pago, Singapore, Madrid, Hong Kong.

To mention but a few of the places where our paths have not quite crossed

recently. Yes.

Travel is rewarding, is it not?

It is now, Roger.

Yes, yes. Well, forgive me for keeping you standing in the outer office,

frightfully rude.

Shall we go inside? I'm sure we have a great deal to talk about.

A great deal?

Yes. After you.

Quite an elaborate front you have here.

Yes. The morays of our time demand that a chap seem to be gainfully employed.

Why don't you sit down?

Would you care for a spot of brandy? No, thanks.

What's in there?

There? That closet.

Just a closet. It's where I put my hat and my coat.

Nothing in there now, I suppose?

Oh, nothing. It's quite empty.

Why is it locked?

No reason at all. I like to keep things locked. It's a habit of mine, away from

charwomen and all that, you know.

Mind opening it?

Oh, no, not a bit.

You haven't taken one sip of your coffee.

Have I lost my touch?

Oh, now I've got to scald my mouth to make you feel secure?

Oh, hope I'm not disturbing you.

Oh, no, not at all.

Listen, left a chap locked in the closet in my office.

If it's not too inconvenient, I'd appreciate you turning him loose in a

Here.

Cheerio.

I saw him, too.

I was about to ask what you put in his coffee.

Well, I guess that spoils it for lunch.

Bart! Come back and open this door!

Hendy, out of here! Bart!

All right, Hendy. Hold it.

I'll get you out in just a minute.

Just a minute.

What's going on here?

Obviously, I was locked in that closet.

Decidedly awkward, to put it mildly. Well, how'd it happen?

Accident. And now, if you'll pardon me, I've urgent business with Roger Bard.

Good night, Joe.

Good night, Joe.

Hmm?

You're still hung up on that Roger Bard scene this morning, aren't you?

Yeah.

Well, uh, we can talk about it tomorrow. You're on overtime.

I'm in no hurry.

Peggy, how long has Roger Bard been in that office?

I don't know. I guess about six months.

It's funny. I see him almost every day. We've had lunch dozens of times.

We've had drinks together.

You know something? I don't know one thing about that man.

Well, did he ever talk about his business?

Oh, I can understand why.

The business does not exist.

And this morning he says to me, oh, things are booming for me, old chap.

Now, that's got to be an elaborate front of some kind.

But for what?

Well, whatever it is, it certainly pays.

I wish I could bottle it.

The way he dresses and that car.

Yeah, he swings.

I talked to the building manager this morning. He said Bard leased that office

for five years firm.

Paid in advance.

Then he spends a fortune redecorating. Special paneling, acoustical ceilings.

Peggy, whoever it is, I'm not in.

Right.

with Miss Redstone.

She didn't have an appointment, but I thought you might make an exception in

this case.

You know, you're really beginning to get the hang of this job.

Good night, Peggy.

Miss Redstone, please, sit down.

Now, what can I do for you? Help my uncle. He's in terrible trouble.

Of course.

Who's your uncle?

Roger Bard.

He spoke of you as his friend, the only one he could turn to in this hour of

great need.

You know, Miss Redstone, with you as a niece, I'm surprised Roger doesn't have

many, many friends.

Of course, his mistake may have been keeping you a secret. He's never

having a niece.

Sometimes we're quite close.

Again, I may not see Uncle Roger for a year. He moves about a good bit.

That's exactly what he was doing this morning, with three men moving right

behind him. Oh, no.

Miss Redstone, you said he told you he was in trouble.

Does it sound worse coming from a stranger? But why? Why can't they let

Who are they?

I don't know.

But they've hounded him across oceans and continents. That I do know.

If you can't identify the men, then you probably don't know why they're hounding

him. No.

And you wouldn't have any notion about Bard Enterprises.

Or what those enterprises might be.

I'm afraid not. But you will help us, won't you? Uncle Roger's counting on

Where did he call you from?

Mexico, Baja, somewhere near Ensenada, he said.

What else did he say?

That they'd really run him to earth this time. If you couldn't help him, it was

the end of the line for Roger Bard.

And I'm to tell you, money is no object.

Well, it isn't to me either, Miss Redstone. It's just that I'm trying to

things together. For instance...

Why does he need my help?

Why doesn't he just go to the Mexican police?

Can't you come with me now?

I'm sure everything will be explained to your satisfaction. We must be wasting

precious time.

All right, Miss Redstone.

Claudia.

Claudia?

Uncle Roger was right.

About what?

You.

Sure this is the right plaza?

Yes. What now?

Uncle Roger said to park here and wait.

For what?

He said he'd have a man meet us here.

Well, then that makes it all right.

Why?

There is a man.

Senorita Redstone?

Yes. Please, come with me.

Where? Please, senor. I have my orders.

Is your name Paco?

Si, senorita.

I'm sure it's all right.

I'm so glad you come. Your uncle is so worried.

We think maybe there is an accident.

He says, Paco, I am so afraid something has happened to her.

But now it's all right. Your uncle is going to be very happy. Please do not

move, senor.

I thought you said once we got down here everything would be explained.

It will be.

You look terrible.

Thanks.

What are you doing here?

Following you.

From L .A.? Mm -hmm.

And a rather trying bit of road, that last bit.

Particularly a test when driven without lights.

I thought your urgent business was with one Roger Bard.

It is. I was hoping you and the young lady were leading me to him.

Look, just who are you?

Dustin Rhodes.

Inspector C .I .D.

What's a Scotland Yard man doing down here in the wilds of Baja, California?

Hopefully, closing in on a man who stole two million pounds, give or take a few

thousand. Yeah, yeah, that rings a bell. London, huh?

Old money being transported in an armored van to a government incinerator.

Unfit money being taken out of circulation. Right.

Old bills.

Unmarked. No record of serial numbers.

No clues. No bloodshed.

Fortunately, there was an informer. One of the gang, we suspect.

So we did arrest their leader.

But he got away. He busted out of your best lockup.

Quite.

Oh.

Now, question.

Why am I here?

What was Claudia's reason for inviting you to accompany her to Mexico?

Oh, I was supposed to rescue her uncle from some very mysterious enemies,

question two.

Who's Claudia Redstone?

A rather constant companion of the chap I'm looking for.

As a matter of fact, I've been keeping her in sight this past six months,

she'd lead me to my man sooner or later. That's how I found him in Los Angeles.

Roger Bard?

Roger Bard is one of his many aliases.

He's no more her uncle than you are.

Yeah.

I was beginning to suspect that.

You'll return to Los Angeles, of course. No one would blame you.

No.

No, I'm going to stay here and try and find Claudia. She's still in trouble.

No trouble at all, I assure you. She was kidnapped, wasn't she? Oh, yes, by

confederates of a man called Benjamin Wish.

But if Roger Bard sent for you to save his neck, you're far more valuable to

Wish than she is. They kidnapped him. The wrong person. You don't have to go

looking for him.

He'll come looking for you.

Hello.

How did you get away?

I didn't.

How'd you get in here?

Mannix, why are you acting so hostile?

I could have got one of my boys to slap you awake.

I'm truly sorry, Joe, about getting you involved, I mean.

Take Miss Redstone down to the car.

Now, hold it.

You let her go or you're wasting your time.

Mannix, you don't have such a big bargaining position.

Now, either she walks out of here alone or you got no bargaining at all.

I'm a pretty trusting soul.

All right.

Thank you, Joe.

Now, let's start from the top, huh? Who are you?

My name's Wish.

Benjamin Wish.

These fellas here have got names, but that's of no interest to you.

Your little deal is with me.

Deal.

Just what sort of a deal is that?

Now, there's a thousand in it for you.

Five hundred at the nod of a head. The rest just as easy.

I always get hung up on that word easy.

What do I do?

I want you to deliver a message to a friend of yours for me.

Roger Bard.

Now, the... First part of that deal I can handle. I nod with a lot of class.

But, uh, let's hear the message.

Well, I want you to tell Roger that none of us feel unfriendly towards him, that

we grabbed Claudia last night, and it can happen again, unless he intends to

divide the prize, as was originally planned amongst us.

Are you sure he won't make a counteroffer like, uh, you keep Claudia,

the prize?

Oh, no.

Roger wouldn't play those games with me.

You see, Roger wouldn't like anyone to think that it was his fault for anything

that could happen to her.

You're, uh, saying you'd hurt Claudia.

Well, you know, lots of very funny things happen to people.

But the question is now whether you're going to deliver my message to Roger.

You know, I haven't got the foggiest idea where to look for Roger.

Why don't you leave that to old Benji Wish, eh?

Right, lads, you can go.

Now, look, Mannix, I think you ought to hop into some clothes, because you and I

have got a long morning's drive.

Over this way, Mannix.

The IC Ender is right up there.

It's patrolled.

By armed guards?

Yeah, I think they call them charos.

You said this was going to be an easy 500.

Well, just a little walk in the sun.

That won't hurt you.

Yeah, well, there's nothing like jogging past a firing squad to keep a man

healthy.

I'll be waiting here for you.

What are you doing on my land, senor?

Came here to talk to you, Roger.

Where's that old boy?

Thought I might fool you for a moment, at least.

The years, Roger, they're a dead giveaway.

A good show.

One of my ideas for escaping.

I see it won't work.

Gracias.

Oh, you did call Claudia from here, telling her to bring me down to get you

of a jam?

Definitely. She should have told you. You are the only friend I could turn to.

Now, that I can believe.

You get a lot of mileage out of a friend, Roger.

Well, actually, Joe, you wouldn't be down here, but I am in desperate

Oh, well, now, if this is what you call desperate, then I'd like to know how to

join the club.

You can't trust appearances, old boy.

Actually, I'm a prisoner here.

The only road that leads here is controlled by my enemies. You see, the

can hold them at bay, but I can't move.

The original Mexican standoff.

Yes, sort of.

Well, I learned this morning that the hostile forces intercepted the chap I

to talk to you. They made him talk.

That's how it happened. What did happen?

Their man met us in Ensenada last night. It was a pretty bad scene, Roger.

Oh, I say, I'm sorry.

Is Claudia all right?

There she is for the time being.

Which brings me to the message from Mr. Wish.

Yes? It seems Claudia's continued good health depends on you and splitting the,

quote, prize, unquote, as originally planned.

Yes, well... Tell Mr. Wish that I'll be in touch with him shortly.

All right.

Am I to assume that that's all you're prepared to do for me?

That's right.

Oh, well, my charrows will see you back to Ensenada.

What about Claudia?

Oh, believe me, old chap, Claudia can take care of herself.

You know, Roger, with you as a friend, a man really has to keep up his insurance

premiums.

Don't move.

Stay loose.

Put your hands up against the wall.

Now turn around, Roger.

Face the desk with your hands on it.

I say, you wouldn't really use that thing, would you? If you'd like to test

Roger, try something.

Yes. Well, this chivalry is wasted on Claudia, I assure you. I'm doing this

myself. Now, let's go.

Where?

To Ensenada.

Oh, you're taking me to see Benjamin Wish.

No, I'm taking you to see Dustin Rhodes of Scotland Yard. Now, what happens

after that is strictly your ballgame.

Oh, I see. You met the inspector, then.

And I know all about your heist in good old Blighty.

One question, Roger.

Exactly how was I supposed to help you get away from Wish?

Um, well, I thought that we could play a sort of a charade. We could exchange

identities.

Now, Roger, we don't look anything alike.

Ah, you and I know that.

And so does Benji Wish.

Yes, but you see, were he to learn that after losing us here, a man accompanied

by Claudia Redstone departed from Ensenada Airport by chartered plane,

he'd assume that that man was Roger Bard.

He'd hardly expect me to be driving back to Los Angeles in a motor car, would

he?

I'll buy that, Roger.

But you know, Mr.

Wish is out on that road.

Oh, is there another way to Ensenada?

No. I thought that my charos could pin him down just long enough for us to get

by.

All right, Roger.

But you make your charos understand that they do exactly as I tell them.

Or they lose a very good patron.

Absolutely.

Which side of the road are you working, eh?

Well, I work strictly down the middle, friend.

You know, old matey, there's nothing to keep us from letting you rot out the

rest of your life in jail.

Think about it.

Well, I have thought about it, and I find the possibility very unlikely.

It's because you'd be rotting in jail with me. That's not a very attractive

picture, is it?

I know. If you were trying to get away, you were heading for the prize.

I had a funny notion you were trying to cut our wish out.

You know, Mannix, being partners to a dude like your friend here, one learns

expect the double cross.

That's why I had a car follow us up here.

Blocked the road behind us.

There seems to be less and less trust in the world.

Yes. Pity.

Cigarette, old chap?

No smoke in here, Bard.

You'd probably try and start a brush fire.

Less and less trust in the world.

Right, lads.

Let's get him to the car.

Hold it, gentlemen.

The gun's on the ground, please.

Thank you.

Now, could we walk in this direction?

Don't shoot him, you ruddy fools.

He's the only one who knows where the loot is.

Get that tree out of the road.

Boss!

Don't you try anything.

I don't mind if they shoot you.

You're in trouble, old boy?

You might say so.

Hey, what are you doing here? Young lady, most likely our young friend

rang me at the hotel. Told me I might find you out here.

Recommended this whirly, clever girl.

Yeah. You seem upset.

Well, I think I'll feel better once we get back with our old friends again.

Shall we get in the bird? Fine.

There's Wish.

Ought to be over Bart's car in minutes.

There's Bard.

Wonder why he stopped.

Good show, Mannix, old boy. Lucky you dropped by. I'm out of petrol.

You better get in the bird. We should be here in a couple of minutes.

Sorry, old man. No room.

Let's go.

Well, for a place as deserted as the moon, you certainly run into everybody

know around here.

I certainly didn't expect to see you trudging along like this. Didn't Mr.

find you?

That he did.

He was supposed to pick you up.

Well, he did that, too, and he also put me back down again.

Why should he have done that?

I think it had something to do with Uncle Roger.

Joe, I've meant to talk to you about that.

He's not really my uncle.

Well, they could have fooled me.

Roger's a good friend.

He got into trouble a few years ago. He stole some money, a lot of money.

You don't know what he's been through, Joe. He's been hounded all over the

world. He'd like to give it back, stop running, but he doesn't want to go back

to jail.

Well, that's understandable.

I hoped you could talk him into telling you where the money is. Maybe then we

could get away and you and Rhodes could share the reward.

You think Rhodes would agree to that?

Oh, I think Mr. Rhodes plans to take that reward for himself.

As a matter of fact, that's what he's about to do.

He can't.

Well, he's doing it.

That helicopter with Rogers and Rhodes aboard should be in Ensenada in about

half an hour.

No. No, it didn't.

You trying to tell me something?

I paid for the whirly and the pilot. I ought to have something to say about

where it lands.

And that's not Ensenada.

It is not.

Get in, Joe.

He'll fly them around a while. I paid for two hours in the air. If we hurry,

can surprise them.

Nothing's going to surprise me anymore.

Besides, I'd like to have a little chat with Mr. Rhodes myself.

You really came loaded for bear.

I thought roads might be more receptive with champagne and caviar. Don't you

agree? That's what I call good thinking.

Well, it's not the most romantic place in the world for a picnic, but it'll

to do.

Well, I must admit, it has a certain amount of charm.

And a certain amount of dust.

Have you ever stopped to wonder about the first man who ever decided caviar

something to eat?

Genius.

I thought you said our friends were riding by helicopter.

Something must have gone wrong.

Well, that's it then, Mannix.

Unless you want the lady hurt, get the car out of sight.

It's a very nice picnic you've set up there, Claudia.

How did you find us?

Oh, we never lost you.

We followed you here.

You and your friend Mannix.

Well, but there is a winery down there.

Maybe somebody there can tell us where is Ensenada, huh?

I call this living high on the hog.

Too much grub here just for you folks.

You must have been expecting visitors.

Yeah, lucky you were able to make it.

Well, place is becoming popular. I should have made a reservation.

Roger, darling, there's been a terrible change in plans.

Yes.

So it seems.

Get his gun.

The inspector has my gun.

Well, gentlemen, how was your flight?

Oh, charming.

I don't know what to expect at the end of it. Must recommend you to my travel

agent.

I hope you didn't go to too much trouble, my dear.

I refer, of course, to this little double cross.

I didn't, Roger.

I didn't. They followed us here, truly.

That's right.

She didn't know.

It doesn't matter, Claudia. No hard feelings.

I hope you and Wish will make a very happy couple.

Well, that's very generous of you, Roger.

There is, after all, no spur like avarice.

Oh, now, Roger, don't tell me you're going to knock avarice. I mean, a man

stole six million dollars and then cut out his partners?

Partners cut me out, Joe. Wish over there identified me to Scotland Yard.

Wait a minute, Roger.

That hurts.

That hurts very much.

Who got you out of the clink?

You had no choice.

I'd hidden the money before I got picked up.

Getting me out was the only chance you had to put your hands on the prize.

Well, now that you're back with us, Roger, you know, perhaps we'll start

the beginning, eh?

You're wasting your time, Wish. He's not going to tell you where the money is.

We'll see about that. We'll see.

Oh, Roger, with six million dollars, why does anybody have to be a loser?

Of course, darling, Mannix is right.

Now, while you're thinking about that, Roger, why don't we just have a little

drink of champagne and you just keep thinking about that and... All right,

nobody just likes statues.

Now, let's drop those guns, huh?

Come on.

You too, Wish.

Roger, why don't you and Claudia bring the car around front? I'll be out in a

minute. It's only decent. Thank you, old chap.

How about me, Mannix?

Well, I'm sorry, Rhodes, but you can't have everything.

No room.

I want you to stay right there.

Because the first man through this door is going to meet a bullet.

I'm sorry, Joe, darling.

But give me the gun.

You wouldn't. I would.

And I'd hate to spoil a beautiful man like you with a bullet.

But one half of six million dollars is three million dollars.

And three million is three million.

And a money -hungry gal is a money -hungry gal.

Joe, you'll hear from me. I'll get a check off for services rendered.

Save your money, Roger.

You'll need a lawyer.

Where's the car? Around the side.

Man, it's... Well, here we are again, Rhodes, with each other for company.

I'm sorry about leaving you out in the desert, old chap, but I couldn't take

chances after all this time.

No hard feelings, I hope.

No hard feelings.

But we have to find them, you know.

Oh, I'm perfectly willing to let them come to me. Hold it a minute, Mannix. Do

understand you correctly? They will come to you?

They will if I can arrange to be there when I get back to L .A.

May I be of service?

That, um, Worley out there can't fly without his ignition key, can it?

Good show.

Ah, we're back in business then, I take it?

We both take it.

It's only five past two. It's four hours before daylight. Tend your time to make

our little getaway.

Yes, darling.

Danger.

Structure condemned due to fire damage.

Do not enter.

Oh, no.

Hello, Roger.

Joe.

Oh, you know Claudia.

Oh, yeah, and you know my secretary, Peggy. Yes.

Yeah, it's too bad about what happened to your office.

What did happen?

Peggy, maybe you'd better tell him.

While you were in Mexico, there was a fire. A fire?

How bad was it? Well, it totaled it out. As I get the picture from Peggy, it

burned right through the roof.

The firemen thought the entire place was going to go up.

I'd better go up. No, you better not, Roger.

There's no floor, no ceiling, nothing.

I don't understand. I must see. Oh, no, you better not, because I think that's

Scotland Yard approaching. You see...

He's been following me ever since we got back to L .A. and hopes you lead him to

the money. Roger, it does look like Rhodes' car.

I think you can get out the back way.

Yes.

Oh, I'll see you later, Roger.

Any sign of

them? I've been following them since they left the apartment, as you

But they gave me the slip. I thought they might come here.

Well, they slipped right through my fingers, too, Rhodes.

And they just got away with all the loot.

Didn't you see them? They went that way. You must have passed them.

As a matter of fact, I'll bet you can catch them if you hurry. I'll give them

good run, Floyd. Don't you worry.

See you, Rhodesy.

He's no more Scotland Yard than I am.

Just a suspicious man by nature. You see, Scotland Yard men don't usually

guns, so I phoned London. Oh, there's a Dustin Rhodes, all right, but he's been

in a London hospital for six months. Broke his back.

Fell down a cold shoe.

actually belongs to the Bank of England.

We'd better get at it before our friends return.

How can you be so certain that Bart hid the money up there?

Actually, he told me it was up here when he said his business was booming, went

right through the ceiling.

I can see why a man would pay his rent five years in advance.

I have to hand it to Mr. Bard.

There's nothing to ease the tensions of modern -day living like an acoustic

ceiling full of money.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.