Original subtitles

That man killed my sister, Your Honor!

That man is guilty, he's a murderer.

- I don't want to send McCloud. - But he does speak Spanish.

I couldn't do that to them.

Ruin our whole good neighbor policy.

Ann: He's the one you want, not me.

Not according to my orders. Let's go.

McCloud: He tried to gun me down!

I have tried with all my heart

not to make your short stay an international incident.

He can he louse it up? How can he possibly blow it?

Well, he did it, all of it!

[theme music]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

Man: All rise! All persons having business before

this court, criminal part P-14, draw near.

The honorable judge John Edmond McMahon is presiding.

Please be seated.

[instrumental music]

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

We find the defendant not guilty.

[murmuring]

Not guilty?

Not guilty?

[thudding]

That man is guilty.

That man killed my sister, Your Honor!

That man is guilty, he's a murderer.

I'll kill you Greer, so help me God.

- I'll kill you. You murderer. - Order!

Ann: I'll get you! I'll kill you Greer, so help me God.

I'll kill you.

[instrumental music]

Ann, why don't you put it aside for now?

Is there anything I can get you?

Would you like me to stay with you for a while?

No. No thanks, Tom.

I think I better be alone.

If there's anything I can do,

if you want anything...

just holler. Okay?

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

Welcome to the celebration.

Is-- is-- is Fredrick Greer here?

Upstairs in the study.

[instrumental music]

That's Ann Lassiter, what's she doing here?

- You want a drink? - No, thank you, Mr. Greer.

Don't like to dull the edges none when I'm working.

Greer: I thought your specialty was murder.

When did you go in for blackmail?

Monoghan: Just after what's due me.

You inherited a heap more than you told me from your wife.

[Greer chuckling]

Greer: Monoghan, you might as well turn around

and head back for Mexico City.

You know, Mr. Greer, you've got no respect.

A man does a job for you, you should do what's right.

Get out of here.

I wonder what it takes to wipe that sneer off your face?

Greer: I thought you were a pro. Thought you killed for money.

Let's kinda consider this a busman's holiday, Mr. Greer.

Fellow likes to do that sometimes

when he, uh, loves his work.

[gun pops]

[intense music]

- It's Ann Lassiter! - She shot Fred.

- She said she would kill him. - Be careful. Be careful.

[sirens wailing]

What do we got here, Broadhurst?

Freddie Greer, the man who was acquitted today.

- One bullet in the chest. - Any leads?

Don't think we're gonna need one, chief.

Leastwise not any more than the one that we got.

Every guest in the house, all 36 of them

saw Ann Lassiter standing over the body

with the gun in her hand just after the shot was fired.

She's the man's sister-in-law

the one who threatened him in court.

- Where is she? - She ran out.

- Nobody tried to stop her. - Practically open and shut.

- What about the murder weapon? - Well, she took it with her.

Well, get out an APB, blanket her apartment.

[instrumental music]

Your flight is boarding now, Ms. Lassiter, at gate 12.

Uh, do I have time to freshen up?

Yes. Have a pleasant trip.

Woman on PA: Passenger, Dr. Milton.

Please contact the Atlantic Airways ticket counter.

Passenger, Dr. Milton.

Please contact the Atlantic Airways ticket counter.

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You didn't see her tonight, huh?

No, like I said, I haven't been on duty.

I've been watching television.

I'll check the bedroom.

Is she in any kind of trouble?

No, just wanna talk to her.

Do you know if she stays anywhere but here?

Now, how would I know that?

Any friends or relatives you know of?

Not really, no.

We're trying to get as complete a description of her as we can.

Anything you can tell us would be of help.

Well, she's very pretty.

Is this her?

No, Ms. Lassiter's a blonde.

That's her poor dead sister.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct PA chatter]

[plane droning]

- Still no sign of her? - Not yet.

Can't really tell whether she went back

to her apartment last night or not.

Could be a piece of luggage and some clothes missing,

but that's only a guess, everything seems to be intact.

Well, do we have an exact description of her?

Nah, didn't find any pictures.

But from her papers and, uh, the neighbors and others...

found out that she's, uh, thirty,

blonde, beautiful,

five foot seven, about 125 pounds,

all in the right places.

Looks like her sister. Always smartly dressed.

Clothes from Bergdorf's and Bonwit's.

She wears Levoisier perfume.

She, uh, uses medium red lipstick called Patrician,

put out by Cosmetico.

She's divorced. Lassiter's her married name.

Her maiden name was Evans.

She's got lots of money in the bank. A rich lady.

Chief, we just got a report that Ann Lassiter

left on Aztec Airlines, flight 903 for Mexico City!

- What? When? - Three hours.

Apparently there was a breakdown in communications

with some of the airlines. They just got the Bulletin.

Well, that's just great!

Got an APB out on her and she still gets out of town!

Alright, what time does that plane arrive?

Two hours.

Simms, call the Mexico City police right away,

have them hold Ann Lassiter, arriving there

on Aztec Airlines flight 903.

Alright, now we have to find somebody

to go down there and bring her back.

What about Rodriquez?

He's still in Puerto Rico on the drug case.

Well, what about that guy in the 19th, what's his name?

- Fernandez! - He's out with the flu.

Well, don't we have anybody around here that speaks Spanish?

- McCloud. - McCloud.

McCloud. I don't want to send McCloud.

But he does speak Spanish.

He'd drive the Mexicans crazy. I couldn't do that to them.

Ruin our whole good neighbor policy.

Yeah, but look at it this way, chief.

It's a way of getting him out of your hair for a while

at least a day or two. It's like Christmas.

Even gets him out of the country.

It'll be nice if they keep him there.

But, as you say, he is expendable.

And how could he louse it up?

How could he possibly blow it?

He gets on a plane, picks up the girl, he brings her back.

In the meanwhile, we could all use the rest.

Yeah, but what about the one he lost in Colorado last year?

- Remember that? - Yeah, but that was a man.

This is a girl. A woman he couldn't possibly lose.

Alright, you've convinced me. Get him in here.

McCloud!

Uh, Grover, you, uh, coordinate it with the Mexican authorities

so McCloud can get in and out.

- Yeah. - McCloud.

I'm sending you down to Mexico City

to pick up Ann Lassiter,

bring her back on suspicion of murder.

The Mexican authorities will be holding her for you.

Now, this assignment is a very simple one.

Down and back. Think you can handle that?

- Give it my best shot. - Good.

Grover'll get you on the next plane

and fill you in on the details.

- Yes, sir. - Right.

Oh, McCloud.

You do hablarthe espanol, don't you?

[speaking in foreign language]

Alright, alright, get goin', La cucaracha.

Hasta la vista.

[instrumental music]

Well, I hope they understand him better than I do,

in Spanish or English.

But as you say, Broadhurst,

we could all use the rest.

[sighs]

[plane droning]

Your tourist card, please.

Do you have proof of American citizenship, Ms. Greer?

Sign here, please.

How long will you be in Mexico?

Oh, I don't know, a couple of weeks.

- Thank you, enjoy your visit. - Thanks.

Next.

- Are you an America, senorita? - Yes.

Welcome to Mexico City, I welcome you

in the name of my, uh, all my countrymen.

Mexico City is the Paris of the Western World.

Don't run so fast, remember the altitude.

My name is Lopez.

You will probably call me Lopes, but that's alright.

I know Mexico City inside and outside, like my own house.

If you ever need a guide, just ask for Lopez.

Everybody knows me. Ah!

And I can make arrangements of all kinds.

I also have a cab, this way please.

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My cousin...

Where's you sister?

[instrumental music]

[tires screeching]

The Lassiter woman did not come through.

Well, she got on at New York City, it's a nonstop,

she couldn't just fly off.

Well, however she did it.

Ann Lassiter was not on board.

Could you let me see that list, Inspector, uh...

- De Palma, marshal. - Thank you. Thank you.

Maybe they've made a mistake in New York.

Well, I would seriously question...

Oh, I think I see what happened.

This is here right here, probably. Kay Evans Greer.

Only a dead woman doesn't get off an airplane.

Dead?

Yeah, she got on in New York as herself

and then got off in Mexico City as her dead sister.

Clifford: Her sister?

Did you say she passed through

masquerading as her dead sister?

Well, apparently that's how it happened.

Naturally, we're very sorry for the slip up, Chief Clifford.

But we were not notified to watch for her

under any other name.

And, uh, she undoubtedly used a disguise of some sort.

Naturally! Naturally!

Of course we are willing to cooperate with you

in every way possible.

We have put an alert throughout Mexico City.

A picture would be of great help.

Well, so far we haven't been able to find one.

But I appreciate your cooperation,

thank you very much.

Now, uh, would you let me talk to, uh,

Marshall McCloud, please?

- I'll have to get him. - Why, what's he doin'?

- Something wrong, chief? - Wrong!

What could be wrong?

The girl slipped through the net,

now we've got McCloud on his own in Mexico

fishing for her.

- Yeah, you see the thing-- - Marshall.

Yeah.

It's not going to help you to take matters in your own hands

or to involve yourself with our officials

on a personal man hunt.

No, no, I wouldn't think of it.

Well, I'm glad we understand one another.

Now your chief wants to talk to you.

Chief?

- Yeah, chief. - What were you doin?

- Doing? - Now, listen, McCloud.

I want you to cooperate with the Mexican officials

in every respect.

Remember, you're the representative

of the New York City Police Department down there.

Yeah, well, I don't plan on bringin'

any discredit to the department in anyway.

I know you don't plan on it, but don't do it anyway.

Arrivederci!

That ought to put a pimple on his nose.

He thinks I don't know any Spanish.

[instrumental music]

De Palma: And remember, marshal, nothing on your own.

Just relax, enjoy Mexico City.

Well, I'll keep that in mind, inspector.

Gracias.

[instrumental music]

[speaking in foreign language]

I'm Helen Adams, in room 212.

I was hoping that you could help me.

I would be happy to, Ms. Adams.

A friend of mine and her husband

stayed here about ten months ago.

They did business with a man named Monoghan,

an American, whom I'm trying to locate.

He also stayed at the hotel.

Uh, would you have any information on him at all?

Well, just a second.

- Ten months ago, you say? - In March.

No Monoghan was registered here in March.

He may have visited them here.

He was tall, he has a southwestern accent,

brown hair...

Do you remember anybody like that at all?

My friend's husband may have called him from here.

Would you have any phone records that I could see?

Oh, Ms. Adams, that would be very irregular.

Oh, I-- I assure you, I'd reimburse you for your time.

No, no, no, Ms. Adams.

We do such things as a service.

A courtesy of the house.

However, it will take some time to find the records.

Perhaps hours. And then I would have to make a copy.

- I will pay you as I said-- - No, no, no, no.

It's completely unnecessary.

The policy of the hotel is always service with a smile.

Now, what was your friend's husband's name?

- Greer. - Greer.

Frederick Greer.

Hey, you, uh...

[speaking in foreign language]

Senorita,it's I, Lopez.

[shouting in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

[engine revving]

Are you not enjoying Mexico City, senorita?

No.

I'm looking for a man.

- But of course! - Oh!

This is a-- a real man, a-- a special man

with the name of Monoghan. He's an American.

He's tall, he has a southwestern accent,

he has dark hair... I'd like to find him.

Oh, American, tall, da-- dark hair, Monoghan.

Uh, he may have been at the hotel about ten months ago.

Ten months ago. No, senorita.

I don't remember such a man.

Well, he may have arrived in town from New York again

either yesterday or today.

- At the airport? - Uh-huh.

No, I don't remember picking up such a man.

Do you think some of the other drivers may recognize him?

- Could you ask them? - Well, uh...

Oh, I'd, I'd pay you for your information.

Oh, yes, I will ask them, they all know Lopez.

If they have seen that man they will, they will tell me.

I'm in room 212 if you find out anything, please.

- Room 212. - Yes.

Si, senorita.

[instrumental music]

I'm gonna have my hair done, Lopez,

be back for me at two, please.

[music continues]

Lopez.

[speaking in foreign language]

Something wrong?

I have never met a woman of so many moods.

[music continues]

Oh, Ms. Adams.

I have that telephone record for you.

Oh!

Oh, thank you.

- Thank you very much. - Not at all.

[speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

I speak English, senor.

Oh, okay, uh, well, I'm lookin' for a woman

that came down today, uh, alone on Aztec flight 903.

I don't know whether she's a blonde or a brunette,

but she's, uh...

Oh, she's about five feet, uh, seven I'd say,

and about a 125 pounds

that's all in the right places, you know what I mean?

I have just the lady for you, senor.

Blonde or brunette?

U, she's both.

Well, uh, she got into my cab as a brunette

and she got out as a blonde.

But, uh, she's the woman that come in with the flight

today, senor.

Maybe you have romantic reasons to see her?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

There's a fellow up north told me she'd be down in Mexico City,

I kinda like to meet her.

- You know what I mean? - Yeah. [chuckles]

Where is she?

Do you know where she is?

Oh, she's staying at a hotel.

- Which one? - I do not remember very well.

You do not remember very well, huh? Would you try?

She's staying at the Gran Hotel.

Gran? That's the same one I'm stayin' at.

You see? With Lopez everything comes for the best.

[traffic bustling]

SenorMonoghan, please. Woman on phone: Quien?

SenorMonoghan, por favor.

Woman on phone: No, no Monoghan.

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

That will be 95 pesos, senor.

- Gracias. - De nada.

You sure she's staying her at this hotel?

Oh, yes, uh, she's staying at this hotel,

but she is not in now.

But I arrange a meeting if you want me to.

That'd be very nice of you.

[instrumental music]

Okay.

[indistinct chatter]

She's here?

I will bring her to you.

You just wait here.

Hey, whoa, now hold on a minute, I...

How do I know you're gon' come back?

When Lopez says he'll deliver, Lopez delivers.

No offense.

If I'm not back in an hour I'll see you tomorrow at your hotel.

Drake: Hello.

Is, uh, is Mr. Monoghan there, please?

- Who's calling? Ann: Is he, is he there?

Not right now.

Well, when do you expect him back?

No telling.

But he'll be calling if you want to leave your number.

Look, it's the only way you're gonna get to talk to him.

My number is 5-4-1-3-5-4-2

uh, room 212, Helen Adams.

Okay. Can I tell him what it's all about?

Well, i-- i-- it's business.

He was highly recommended for a job

by a mutual friend of ours in New York.

Okay. I'll tell him.

[knocking on door]

- Who is it? Lopez: It's Lopez.

I think I have found the man you're looking for!

How do you know?

Well, he's an American.

Tall, uh, speaks with a southern-western accent.

And he has dark hair and wears a mustache.

- Mustache? - Yes.

Yes, he could have a mustache.

- I'm sure he's the man. - Where is he?

Waiting for you.

[instrumental music]

- That's him over there. - Oh, gracias,Lopez.

Are you the one I'm supposed to meet?

Well, you're certainly the woman that Lopez told me about.

What did he tell you?

Oh, just that you were a fine lookin' lady.

There's not a thing wrong with his judgment.

- Thank you. - Have a seat.

Oh, yes, thank you.

[instrumental music]

What's the matter?

You sure that's the lady who called?

Yeah, I tracked her from the hotel room she gave me.

And she was ordering a hit?

I hope you don't think that just because Lopez is a cab driver

that I usually do this sort of thing.

Oh, no, no, nothing like that.

I could tell that just by lookin' at you.

I take some pride in being a pretty good judge of character.

Oh, really?

I'd be interested in hearing your instant appraisal.

I call that right interestin'.

Why?

- I already did it. - What?

Made the hit.

I made it, on her.

Or somebody who looks just like her.

Hey, that perfume, that's... [chuckles]

that's really heady stuff, that could turn a strong man's head.

That's gotta go for at least $100 an ounce.

For a wrangler, you're certainly acquainted with eastern prices.

Yeah, well, I, uh...

I have spent a certain amount of time there.

Oh, really?

Pleasure or business?

Well, I have had some pleasurable moments,

but it's mostly business.

I wonder what business you're in.

I mean, what would take you to New York City?

You know, for the most part I've been doing all the guessing.

What kind of business would you think?

Shall we order?

[speaking in foreign language]

Drake, I think it's about time we find out

if you're all you've been sayin'.

- Me? - Yeah.

There she goes.

You were gonna give me your instant appraisal.

I guess I'm not very good at games.

- Been here long? - I just got here today.

- Aztec 903? - How'd you know?

[chuckles] Psychic.

Well, no, I, I gotta confess.

It's the only flight number that I know,

I came down on the same one.

I didn't see you.

Do you check out all the passengers

when you fly?

[chuckling] No, I guess not.

Why? Should I?

You here on vacation?

Yes, I'd guess you'd call it that.

What're you getting away from?

I beg your pardon?

Well, if you're here on a vacation

it has to be from somethin', right?

Yes, I-- I guess it has to be.

So, what're you vacationing from?

Oh, doesn't that look inviting.

Yeah, there's an art to drinking tequila, you know that?

Gracias.

You, uh... you know, I don't even know your name.

- It's Helen. - Really?

Yes. Why?

Oh, I don't know, just seems like it ought to be, uh,

Peggy, Jacqueline..

Helen.

- What's yours? - Sam.

Sam McCloud.

Cheers, Sam.

You know, I think it's time for a toast.

- You mind if I make a toast? - To what?

- How about to Lopez? - To Lopez.

Mighty glad I caught up with you, Helen.

And I'm glad I caught up to you, Sam.

[telephone ringing]

- Broadhurst. - Joe!

McCloud. Where are you?

I've had a call in to you for hours.

The chief wants to make sure that you just sit tight

until the Mexican officials come up with something.

McCloud, he's very nervous.

Well, there's no reason to get nervous.

- Everything's under control. - What does that mean?

Well, it means that I'd like to have a picture

of Ann Lassiter. How soon is he gonna be here?

Joe: So far all we've got are her measurements.

Which you already know. And that she wears Levoisier perfume.

Why do you need the picture so desperately?

It's the Mexican officials

who should be needing it so desperately.

They're the ones who are trying to find her.

- Aren't they, McCloud? - Well, how would I know, Joe?

I'm just mindin' my own business down here

at the hotel, with the guests.

What guests?

Well, there's a show salesman from Buffalo,

you'd really get a hoot out of him, Joe.

And then there's, uh...

there's this lady bullfighter, from Molem.

I mean, she wants to fight bulls.

Yeah, speaking of fighting bull

I get an uneasy feeling about this call.

Well, got a little uneasy feelin' about it myself, Joe.

And you'd help it out a whole lot if you'd just

get that picture down here as soon as you could.

McCloud, you know your orders.

You are not to make a move that would embarrass

the Mexican government.

It's not the Mexican government

that might be embarrassed, Joe. It's me!

Now, would you get that picture down here as soon as possible?

I gotta go!

McCloud! McCloud!

McCloud.

[instrumental music]

[singing in foreign language]

Beautiful.

Yeah, certainly is.

[singing continues]

Wanna dance?

Yes.

[singing continues]

What's that you're wearin'?

- Perfume? - Yeah.

Levoisier.

Le who?

- Levoisier. - Levoisier.

Tell you, that's, that's wicked stuff!

Oh, yeah, a man could feel no pain with that.

[singing in foreign language]

[typewiter clacking]

- Anything from McCloud? - Not a word.

Clifford: Still no picture on Lassiter?

We covered the newspaper morgues, friends, acquaintances,

everybody we could think of.

We even took her apartment apart again.

Inch by inch. Nothing.

For a pretty girl she certainly shied away from the cameras.

What about that friend of hers uh, Tom Clayborn?

- The one who saw her last. - No pictures.

Oh, there's one long shot, we're still checking, though.

A relative in Boston she spent a weekend with last summer.

Boston.

No wonder we don't hear anything from Mexico.

McCloud is probably sitting down there,

waiting with his thumb in his mouth.

[mellow music]

[instrumental music]

[intense music]

You know, uh...

I guess there's, uh...

There's something that I ought to tell you.

[chuckling] What?

[gunshot]

[engine revs]

Get back to the hotel!

[dramatic music]

Hey. Hey!

[speaking in foreign language]

[dramatic music]

[crashing]

[intense music]

[instrumental music]

- You missed. - Yeah.

Why?

Bad luck.

Luck's for amateurs.

And that cowboy she was with spotted me

and pushed her out of the way.

- Did you get him? - No.

More bad luck.

You're not turning out to be much of a protege, Drake.

Look, it couldn't be helped.

You wouldn't have done any better yourself.

[chuckles]

[groans]

I don't want to ever hear you comparing yourself to me.

- You know what I mean? - Yeah. Yeah.

We're about as far apart as sandlot and super bowl.

I've always worked alone, one more goof by you, cousin,

and I will again.

I'll get her next time.

You'll be too late.

What do you mean?

'Cause I'll have been there first.

Ah.

[telephone ringing]

Hello. [clears throat]

- Hello? - Chief Clifford!

It's McCloud here.

McCloud!

What's the matter with your head?

Do you know what time it is?

Well, I'm sorry about that, chief. I, uh...

I just wanted to tell ya, I think I found Ann Lassiter.

Congratulations. Now what do you want from me?

- The medal of honor? - Well, I just, uh...

Wanted to check with you to make sure that there was nothin' new

before I made the arrest.

No, there's nothing new.

We found a picture of her, we wire-photoed it

to De Palma a few hours ago.

- Did you see it? - No, no, not yet.

Alright, make the collar and bring her back

on the next plane.

Yeah. Yeah, I'll do that.

- What's wrong? - Wrong?

I can tell by the tone of voice.

Everything's alright, isn't it?

Don't pause, McCloud. My imagination fills in the blanks.

- Well, chief, uh-- - Never mind.

You've told me enough and I wanna get some sleep.

Now you've got the woman, you're bringing her in, right?

Right.

Why does he always do that?

Why does he always do anything?

Every time he calls you in the middle of the night,

you can't get back to sleep.

[scoffs] That's ridiculous.

I got over that long ago.

Long ago.

Anyway, that's one of the reasons I sent him to Mexico.

So I could get some rest.

Oh!

[instrumental music]

[knock on door]

- Yeah? Ann: Sam, can I come in?

Oh. Mornin'.

[intense music]

What is this?

You don't know who I am, do you?

Am I supposed to?

You're the reason I came here.

Give me your gun.

Look, I...

I don't know who you think I am,

but you're makin' a big mistake.

I doubt that. Give me your gun.

- Throw it on the bed. - We...

Don't get nervous, okay?

[intense music]

[knocking on door]

- Who is it? Hernandez: Hernandez.

- The house detective. - Come in.

- What is going on? - Call the police.

This man killed my brother-in-law,

Frederick Greer, in New York City.

He was also was hired to kill my sister.

That's a bald-faced lie. This whole thing's ridiculous.

Just a minute, senor.

Senorita,I will have the gun if you please.

- This is his gun. - His gun?

Senor,is this your gun?

Well, of course it's my gun. I'm a policeman.

I was sent down by the New York Police.

This woman is wanted for murder.

He's lying, I-- I saw him kill Greer myself.

I followed him here!

I'm telling you this is the woman

the entire Mexican police force is looking for!

Call your own Inspector De Palma. He knows me.

He's my identification.

Senorita,he is a police officer.

This says, Taos, New Mexico.

He, he said he comes from New York City.

He's lying.

I'm telling you I'm from the New York City Police Department.

I was sent down here to pick her up.

But this says Taos, New Mexico.

I am temporarily assigned to the New York City Police Department.

It's a long story, if you wanna hear it.

Yes, yes, I'm sure it is.

And you can tell it to the inspector--

Fine! Fine! We'll let him settle it.

- Oh. - Senorita,are you alright?

I'm feeling a, a little sick at my stomach.

[groans]

Excuse me.

Are you sure that you're alright?

Oh, yes, I'll be alright.

[groans]

I-- I think I'd better go lie down.

If-- if the police come, would you call me?

Hey, wait a minute, don't let her leave.

Just a minute, senor.

Don't let her get out of this room.

- You're never gonna-- - Keep quiet and sit down!

- I'm telling you-- - Sit down!

- Look-- - I tell you to sit down.

You're never gonna see her again!

I will call the inspector

Inspector, I'm so glad you're here.

This man says he's from New York.

Look, inspector, I can explain this whole thing.

We had Ann Lassiter in the room.

- You had her? - Yeah.

Well, uh, maybe she had me.

I tell you, this whole thing's got me a little bit confused.

We got a picture from New York. Is this the woman?

Yeah, that's her.

She's got darker hair now.

- And you let her go? - She said she was ill.

She went to her room to lie down.

- In this hotel? - Room 212.

[intense music]

[speaking in foreign language]

[instrumental music]

Senorita,do you know where we're going?

- No. - Fine.

Lopez, I need your help.

Well, I think that's what I've been trying to do, help you.

I have a list of numbers here.

And I need addresses for them.

Do you think you could find them for me?

Addresses?

The man who belongs to one of these numbers

is the only one who can save me.

But, uh, that will take some time, uh...

I have to make enquiries.

Oh. Listen, take what you need.

Please.

Please.

Senorita,I will help you, but no money.

[sighs] For yourself?

Senorita,you're a nice lady.

I wanna help you as a friend, si?

- Si. - Now, where were we going?

Si.

Uh, Chief Clifford? Inspector De Palma here.

- Greetings from Mexico. - Hello, inspector. Thank you.

Greetings to you from New York.

Oh, you found her?

Oh, Marshal McCloud found her?

Yes, I talked to him.

Well, well, that's just fine.

But he lost her?

What was that?

Oh, she found him?

Uh...

And he still lost her?

I see.

Well, I'll get a man down there right away, inspector.

Yes, a seasoned officer.

We'll get this cleared up as quickly as we can.

I'm, uh, I'm sorry for any embarrassment...

What was that?

Yes, I know. The embarrassment is all on our part.

Yes, uh, I'm well aware of that.

Thank you for letting me know.

Goodbye.

Broadhurst!

I want you to drop everything, get the next plane

to Mexico City and get him back here!

- Who? - Who? Who else?

How can he louse it up, huh?

How could he possibly blow it?

A woman he can't lose! Well, he did it! All of it!

Oh, I don't care what excuses he makes to you,

you get him on the next plane back here

before we have an international crisis on our hands!

What about Lassiter woman?

I'm putting you in charge.

You stay there until she's found and you bring her back!

- Right. Clifford: Broadhurst.

Remember, yea, though you walk through the valley

of stupidity and incompetence,

do not be deceived by anything that man may say or do.

Just get him on the first plane out of there

and don't take your eyes off him till he's up

in the wild blue yonder. Way up!

- You understand? - Yes, sir.

Good.

Speak Spanish like a native, huh!

I know nothing.

She was simply trying to find an American named Monoghan.

Monoghan? Why?

Uh, she said, uh, this man had business

with another American named Frederick Greer

who was here 10 months ago.

Greer. What else?

She asked to see the list of calls Mr. Greer made.

Oh, really?

Well, maybe I better see that list of calls myself.

[stammers] But-- but...

But I already put back the records.

I would once again have to go through the files and find them.

This is police business, you know.

- Be happy to pay for it. - Oh, no, no.

It is my pleasure.

Service with a smile is the motto of the house.

Huh? Gracias.

Drake: Hello?

Hello, uh, is Mr. Monoghan there, please?

He isn't here right now. Who's calling?

- It's a friend. - Who is this?

- Just a friend. - I said who is this?

Thank you.

[intense music]

If you weren't my brother...

- Did you get him? - From my best friend.

Who have to talk with her boyfriend into it.

Mm, that's the way of life.

One thing leads to another.

[chuckles]

Te quiero. Te quiero.

[instrumental music]

The first address is 23 Caja Miramon.

- Do you know where that is? - Si.

- Let's go. - Okay.

[instrumental music]

Here are the addresses, marshal.

Thank you.

Now this first one, uh, 23 Caja Miramon, uh...

Where is that exactly?

Uh, across the town.

- Down Coyoacan. - Coyoacan.

Yes.

Much obliged.

[dramatic music]

Ann: Is this it? Lopez: Yes.

Ann: Alright.

[speaking in foreign language]

Si.

- Wait for me, alright, Lopez? - Si, senorita.

[knocking]

- Yes? - Is, is Senor Monoghanhere?

- Yes. Please come in. - Thank you.

[instrumental music]

Please wait, I tell Senor Monoghanyou are here.

Thank you.

[dramatic music]

No, I'm not Kay Greer.

I couldn't be, could I?

You did your job too well for that.

- Who are ya? Ann: Her sister.

Uh-uh.

I don't know what you're talkin' about, lady, but, uh,

you better put that thing down before you hurt yourself.

I'm not putting this thing down until I get you

to the police, Monoghan.

Uh... I still don' know what you're sayin'.

I was outside the door the night you killed Greer.

- I heard the whole argument. - Uh-huh.

Yeah, well, t-- that's kinda what I figured.

Is that why you tried to kill me?

[chuckles]

If I'd have tried, you wouldn't be talkin' here.

I've got a cab outside. Let's go.

Let's go.

[intense music]

You know you're never gonna reach no police station

with me in tow, don't ya?

We'll see.

[groans]

No!

[gunshots]

That's the man! That's the man who killed Greer!

He's getting away!

One of your tricks is about all I'm in the mood for.

Sam, he's the one you want, not me.

Not according to my orders, let's go.

Oh, please.

Sam, don't take me in yet.

Please, let me talk to you. You've got to believe--

I don't have to believe you or disbelieve you.

I gotta bring you back, that's all.

For all I know, you're both in on it.

Maybe he's your boyfriend.

Then why did I think you were him

and try to turn you over to the police?

Maybe you knew I was on to you.

- Why didn't I run then? - I don't know.

Why'd you kiss me the way you did?

Maybe you're just crazy, I don't know.

Sam, if I was just running, why would I come to Mexico City?

Why didn't I go to Brazil where I couldn't be touched?

Alright, start from the beginning and tell me everything

that happened and don't leave out a thing.

The night I went to Greer's house,

as I was going through the door...

Don't you see, Sam? Monoghan's the only chance I've got!

If you take me back, I won't have that chance.

And your--

I can't prove my story without him.

Well, let's say that you're story is true

and I might say that it does make some sense.

- But what you're asking me-- - Sam, I'm fighting for my life!

You know I didn't kill Greer!

You know if you take me back to New York,

I'm gonna be convicted on circumstantial evidence.

You know the real killer is gonna be set free.

Oh, Sam, help me.

For God's sake, please.

Please help me.

- What do we do now? - Well, I don't know.

They're looking for you all over town.

Maybe all over Mexico.

We're right back to Monoghan.

Well, it's a cinch he's not gonna go back to his house.

Not now.

Probably out of the country by this time.

That list, uh, you checked all the names

on the list the desk clerk gave you?

- Oh, sure. - Found nothin', right?

Sam, there was...

There was one that didn't answer.

- Which one was that? - Here in Tepoztlan.

Tepoztlan. Where is that?

I don't know, but, i-- it's worth a try.

Let's give it a shot.

[knock on door]

- Now who is it? Joe: Sam, it's Joe.

Uh, J-- Joe? Joe-- Joe who?

Joe: Come on, Sam. Open the door.

Oh, Joe!

- Joe! What're you doin' here? - What's goin' on?

Why, nothin', nothin'.

I'm just bidin' my time until the

Mexican police find Ann Lassiter. What--

Not anymore, you're not. My orders are to put you

on the next plane back to New York.

Well, how come?

The chief's worried about the war.

What war is that?

The war that may break out between

Mexico and the United States

if I don't put you on that plane.

[laughs] Chief said that, huh?

He didn't say it, he bellowed it!

My ears are still ringin'.

I stay and you go. He put me in charge.

Well, Joe, you know, if I had to be relieved,

I'm, I'm happy that it's you.

[chuckles] Of course, there's no plane out today.

I'll have to wait till mornin' to catch one.

Meantime, why don't we go down and have a drink?

- Blow the dust off? - Drink?

I came here to work, man.

Work? What kinda work can you do?

Mexican police said just to hang around

till they find Ann Lassiter, we might as well

hang around where we can enjoy it, huh?

You ever been to Mexico before?

- No. - Never been to Mexico?

Hey, you're gonna love it, man.

The people... it's heady, it's fiesta.

Oh, Lopez, I'm so glad to see you.

Senorita,I was picked up by the police.

- And they're looking for you. - Yes, I know.

Do you know where Caja Hidalgo is in Tepoztlan?

Si,but it's very far from here.

I don't care, take me there, please.

Okay, senorita.

[speaking in foreign language]

Ah, bueno, gracias, senorita.

Ah!

Come on, drink up, Joe. Drink up.

McCloud, you're putting that stuff away

like there's no tomorrow.

Yeah, well, today I live,

tomorrow...

Tomorrow I go home. So let's all be jolly!

Ah! Come on, young lady.

You're not drinkin' too fast for yourself.

I'm drinking one to your two.

Well, you just drink two to my two and that'll make us even.

We can have equality between the sexes, you know.

Huh? [chuckles]

Come on, Joe, drink up. They'll think you don't like girls.

Equality.

[laughing] Here's to girls.

[laughing]

[stammers]

[speaking in foreign language]

What'd you say your name was again, young lady?

Well, that's my friend, Mona.

And my name's Charlene. What's yours?

Charlene.

Oh, my name is Sam. This is my friend, uh, Joe, here.

We did, kinda made a trip down here for the,

for the bullfights.

But seeing, uh, two lovelies like yourselves

we might change our mind about bullfight.

[laughter]

Ole.

[laughs] Woo-hoo!

[laughter]

Come on, Joe, drink up.

Woo! Here's to...

Here's to, uh, a Amer-xican and, uh...

[laughter]

Cheers to American and Mexican relations.

- Right. - And...

And, to peace.

And our time.

Here's my...

[laughter]

Peace and Generale Clifford.

Generale Clifford. Si.

Who's General Clifford?

[laughs] You hear that?

Well, well, Clifford, he's a, he's a...

He's the great white father

who speaks with...

[laughs] fork and tongue.

[laughter]

La bamba! La bamba!

Hey, let's la bamba!

Let's show them how to do it, sweetheart.

McCloud, y-- you think you can handle it?

Oh, are you silly? You gotta be kiddin', Joe.

You city folks just don't know how to live.

Come on, baby, let's bamba!

[singing in foreign language]

Like you said, it's the Paris of the Western World, huh?

[dramatic music]

- Well, ladies. - Is your friend alright?

Yeah, he's sleeping. He's alright.

- Wasn't he something? - Oh, God.

I've never seen him drunk like that before.

McCloud doesn't drink.

Clifford: Yea, though you walk through the valley of stupidity

and incompetence, do not be deceived

by anything that man may say or do.

McCloud!

A hotel?

Yes, uh, this is the address you gave me.

Wait for me here, please, Lopez.

Si. Si.

-Senorita. - Is Senor Monoghanhere?

Wait a moment, please. I will try to find out.

Thank you.

He was here earlier, but he has left, madam.

Do you know where I could find him?

No, I'm sorry, I do not.

But perhaps, he'll be back later.

- Would you like to sit down? - Yes, thank you.

A tequila, please.

[instrumental music]

Excuse me. I couldn't help overhearing.

You're looking for Johnny Monoghan?

- Yes. - May I?

Yes. Do you know him?

[chuckles] Everybody here knows Monoghan.

Oh, apparently he just left here.

Do you have any idea where I could find him now?

Oh, I think he's just down the road a couple of miles.

Could you possibly show me where?

Probably, but I think it'd be a lot easier if we took a taxi.

Well, I-- I have one right outside.

Great. We'll let him do all the work.

[speaking in foreign language]

I told him to wait, I guess he couldn't.

Senor,m-- my taxi, is it gone?

- Where... - Si, senorita.

[speaking in foreign language]

Well, look, maybe he just went off on a quick fare,

he'll be right back. Do you wanna wait?

Well, i-- it's possible he may not be back.

Well, I might be able to find it myself.

- You wanna give it a try? - Why not?

Well, I guess you better give me that telephone list, too.

Another copy?

[speaking in foreign language]

Yes, sir.

Gracias.

Senor, por favor.

[speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

Senor Monoghan?

[speaking in foreign language]

Muchas gracias.

Senor!

[speaking in foreign language]

Gracias.

[engine revs]

- Here? - Yeah.

He says he likes to rough it when he's out of the city.

He's really quite a character.

Right over there, past those trees. That's his place.

I can't take you any closer.

Okay.

[tires screeching]

Wait! Wait a minute!

[engine revs]

[intense music]

[music intensifies]

[engine revs]

[gunfire]

[tires screeching]

[dramatic music]

Come on, lady! Faster!

Faster.

Come on, come on, baby.

Ah, ah! Come on, come on!

You're making it too easy.

[dramatic music]

[engine revs]

[groaning]

- You alright? - Oh, Sam.

- You alright? - Oh.

Monoghan.

Real smart, you comin' out here all by yourself.

Oh, I lost him again.

Come on, let's get you inside.

[groans]

[instrumental music]

[dog barking]

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[engine sputtering]

[instrumental music]

[engine hissing]

[hissing]

Now you lay down, you get some rest, you understand?

And you don't move out of the room, you got me?

- Hm? - Yes.

Sam...

Oh, Sam.

Now, isn't that sweet.

Isn't that touching?

Joe, how'd you get here?

- Miss Ann Lassiter? - Yes?

I have a warrant for your arrest.

Now, wait a minute. Hold on there, Joe.

She almost got killed today!

By whom? Not by you, obviously.

She's not the killer. We know who the killer is--

McCloud, I don't wanna hear anything you have to say.

You lied to me back there!

Well, I'm sorry about that, Joe.

There wasn't time. You wouldn't have understood.

Sure I would. She's pretty and she's smart.

A man named by the name of Monoghan killed Greer.

Now she saw him do it in his study that night,

she's the only witness, Joe.

The only witness.

He tried to kill her today, and he's gonna

keep on doin' it until he does it!

Well, she's gonna be nice and safe now with you and me.

You take her back to stand trial, he goes scot-free.

She's convicted and I'm telling ya she's innocent.

I'm taking both of you back!

Joe, will ya listen to me?

You listen to me, McCloud!

Those are the orders, you understand?

Those are the orders.

And that's exactly what I'm gonna do!

As far as this mysterious Monoghan is concerned,

if there is a Monoghan, the Mexicans can look for him!

We're going back now.

McCloud, my car's on the fritz.

Where's yours?

Really?

Let me have your car keys, McCloud.

I don't know where they are.

You mean I'm gonna have to search you?

I mean you're gonna have to try.

Alright.

You wanna do it the hard way?

We'll do it the hard way.

Oh, Sam.

Sorry, Miss Lassiter,

but this is the way it's gotta be.

We'll stay here all night, and get the car fixed

first thing in the morning.

[sighs] For old time's sake, McCloud,

I won't try to search you.

But you just better not try to cross me again.

[instrumental music]

Chief Clifford.

Inspector De Palma here.

Hello, inspector.

Have you found the Lassiter woman yet?

No, we have not.

But what is more disturbing,

these people you have sent us, they have all disappeared!

Marshal McCloud has disappeared,

now Sergeant Broadhurst has disappeared.

And we cannot locate either of them!

I must tell you, Chief Clifford,

we cannot tolerate such procedures.

They are obviously working on their own

without any responsibility

and with no cooperation with us of any kind.

I am sure you will understand that

under such circumstances we do not want them here in Mexico.

Therefore I respectfully request that you recall them

that is, if you can find them.

Goodbye, inspector.

I'll be down on the next plane.

No, no, no! Wait!

Hello?

Hello?

[instrumental music]

[whispering] Sam?

Sam?

You've got to let me go.

The only way we're gonna get Monoghan now

is for you to use me as bait.

He wants me now as much as I want him.

You know that.

This time, he's not gonna play cat and mouse with ya,

this time he'll kill ya.

That's the point.

He's vulnerable now.

He knows I'm the one who saw him kill Greer,

he knows somebody's gonna believe me.

He's not about to take that chance.

You didn't get enough last night.

He's a killer. He's a professional killer!

[sighs]

Besides, I can't go against Joe again. I just can't do it.

I'm the only bait you've got!

I'll try and find Monoghan myself.

That's not gonna work, you're on his home ground now.

You, you don't know who his friends are.

You don't even know what he looks like!

Sam!

Listen to me.

What if I left a message for you at the bar?

Saying I've, I've gone to the pyramids

and for you to meet me there.

I guarantee Monoghan'll get that message someway, somehow.

And he'll turn up because he's got to finish the job.

Ann, there's got to be another way!

Okay. So you take me back to New York

and I go to prison for the rest of my life.

What about the American that drove you yesterday?

He's gotta be linked with Monoghan somehow.

If I'm to find him...

And if you can't?

[sighs]

Well, the answer is still no.

Oh, come on, Sam.

I'll do it myself.

[instrumental music]

[speaking in foreign language]

Oh, gracias. Muchas gracias.

[speaking in foreign language]

Muchas gracias.

McCloud: Well, how'd you get in jail?

Lopez: Oh, they charged me with wrong driving.

But I'm innocent, senor.

A man got into my taxi and hit me

and then he pour a bottle over me.

Who?

Well, I don't know, an American.

I was waiting in my taxi and he got in,

I told him that I had to wait,

he insisted and I drove him and he hit me.

Well, what'd he look like?

It was too dark, senor.

All of a sudden, one, two, boom!

My head is dying, senor.

Thank you for taking me out of jail. Muchas gracias.

Oh, de nada.

Sergeant.

Sergeant!

I have to go to the bathroom.

What?

I have to use the bathroom, do you mind?

Oh.

Where's McCloud?

He left.

- For what? - I don't know.

Why don't you ask him?

[squeaking]

Ow.

Just remember. I'm waiting outside.

Alright.

[dramatic music]

[squeaking]

[glass shattering]

Joe? What happened?

- How the hell do I know? - Where is she?

I thought you were supposed to watch her!

That's just what I was doing!

She said she wanted to go to the bathroom.

Next thing I know she hits me on the head!

Joe, I need your help to find Monoghan.

McCloud, I don't care about Monoghan.

It's the girl I'm after.

If we don't find Monoghan

before he finds her there's no--

I'm sorry, McCloud, I'm sorry.

Alright. Okay.

Make a nice report.

Wait till I tell chief.

Wait a minute, McCloud. Tell the chief what?

Well, she hit you on the head, right?

You lost her, right?

Just a nice simple report, could happen to anybody.

You'll be walking a nice, quiet beat back in Brooklyn again.

McCloud, you wouldn't.

Joe, for this, believe me, I would.

If it's important, then I would.

Now just make up your mind.

Okay, you win.

- Appreciate it. - You know where she is?

I got a pretty good idea. Let's go.

[instrumental music]

Joe: Where is this place, McCloud?

Teotihuacan.

- It's where the pyramids are. - Pyramids?

You know what a pyramid is, don't you, Joe?

It's a square that's been short changed.

Yeah, alright. Now I know what a pyramid is.

But what does that gotta do with Ann Lassitter?

She wanted to find some open spaces

with lots of high ground.

Why?

Well, she had some crazy idea

that if she left a message for me

that she was going to the pyramids

if Monoghan would pick on it and try to find her there.

What does she plan on doing with this Monoghan

once she got him into wide open spaces?

Well, that's the part of the plan

that I told her wouldn't work.

Swell. So we're supposed to bail her out, huh?

If we get there on time.

What does this Monoghan look like?

Well, I don't rightly know. He's from the Southwest.

I guess, he has a kind of a western garb on with a...

He's kinda trim, looks a little bit like me maybe

without a moustache.

Oh, he looks like you, huh?

Nailing him could be a pleasure.

Oh, Joe, there's one other thing.

We gotta take him alive.

Oh.

[plane droning]

Sorry, nothing has changed.

You mean they're still missing?

That is correct.

We haven't found the girl

nor Marshal McCloud, nor Sergeant Broadhurst.

And now Lopez the cabdriver is missing, according to his wife.

Well, that's just dandy!

I am afraid I don't think it's, uh, "dandy," Chief Clifford.

Tell me something.

Is it this way with your men in New York?

Certainly not. Never.

It must be the altitude here.

I've already told you, McCloud isn't one of my regular men.

I, uh...

Well, I inherited him.

My sympathy.

Thanks.

[instrumental music]

Now, go right to the local police

and have 'em call Inspector De Palma immediately.

And remember what to tell 'em

that Monoghan is the one that we want.

- You got that? - Si,Monoghan!

He's the one that killed Greer.

- Not the lady! - Killed Greer, not the lady!

- And she's in great danger! - O dios.

- And not to shoot! - Not to shoot!

- Right! - Right!

- Well, go! - Well, go!

- Go! - Oh, yes, yes.

You take the sun pyramid and I'll take the moon.

Everyone step out of the coach, please.

It's only a short distance from here.

To walk over to today's attraction.

Now the pyramids of Teotihuacan

are undoubtedly amongst the leading

and most interesting sights

in all of the plateaus of Mexico.

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

Now, if... as soon as you all get out of the bus,

if you'll just step over this way please...

uh, we will go off and see one of those marvelous things

you have ever been subject to.

[music continues]

[phone buzzes]

[speaking in foreign language]

A message from McCloud.

[speaking in foreign language]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Oh, Sam.

Guide: Now, if you'll follow me...

Now this is the most thoroughly...

Tryin' to get yourself killed?

Sam, what do we do?

Guide: Now, on either side of us, we have enormous pyramid

with their corresponding plateaus.

The smaller pyramids are...

But they all lead to this main center

that's called "The Street Of The Dead."

At the base of this grand staircase

that leads up to the...

we have this low surrounding wall with one entrance.

Now inside the entrance, there are eleven altars

of a very peculiar symmetrical shapes.

Once again, no one knows why they created this

particular shapes, but it's obviously altars.

And the number eleven are held great reverence by the natives.

These pyramids were discovered by the...

[indistinct chatter]

- Are they behind us? - Yeah.

[dramatic music]

Guide: In English, that means the place...

[indistinct chatter]

Stay with the crowd.

Go around the other side.

Now on either side of us, we have enormous pyramids

with their corresponding plateaus.

There are smaller pyramids...

[dramatic music]

[helicopter blades whirring]

Monoghan!

[music continues]

[gunshots]

[indistinct chatter]

Alright, McCloud, this is the last straw.

[instrumental music]

Well, take care of yourself, Lopez. Thanks for the help.

Have a good flight, senor.

And come back soon.

But not too soon.

Thank you.

Well, inspector--

I'm going with you to the plane.

- Come. - Swell.

Gracias,Lopez.

[instrumental music]

Explain one thing to me, McCloud.

Why am I chained to this character

while you get to enjoy Miss Lassiter's company?

Well, just to be on the safe side, chief.

Everybody knows he ain't gonna get away from you.

Uh-huh. There you go.

[instrumental music]

[theme music]