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Good night, darling.

Now, remember your promise.

From now on, I'm a respectable investment broker.

I promise not to try to solve any more crimes.

And?

You know you're the only girl in my life.

Yes, dear.

I don't know, no, no, no, no, kind of 4.99.

Good night, darling.

Good

night as well.

Who's in your...

You don't mind a suggestion.

You're making much, too much noise.

You don't mind a suggestion.

You're making much noise.

I don't believe a word of it.

Oh, you must believe me, Senor.

Oh, please, don't tell me you're with the police.

Oh, thank you, Senor.

Oh, that's all right.

Call on me any time.

Oh, I am in such terrible trouble, Senor.

I am, what do you call it?

An art student.

One of my paintings with stone.

It's inside.

I call on this in your granddale.

I ask for my painting back.

And what does he do?

He laugh at me.

At me!

Oh, I could kill him.

You would help me, yes.

Want to kill him?

No, no, to get my painting.

You will, please.

Isabelle wouldn't like this.

Wait for me.

Oh!

So this is the work of an art student, is it?

My dear, you're a very charming liar.

Oh, no, Senor.

I told you the truth.

The truth of the matter is that you didn't paint it.

You posed for it.

Am I right?

You may take the next few minutes to think up another story.

To Laurie, sir.

Lovely name.

What's the rest of it?

Returned to get to Mexico City.

That must be a very valuable painting, if you'd make a trip like that after it.

Shh!

Do you know this man?

Of course you did.

Who is he?

Quick!

Get your hands up.

On your feet.

I'm sorry, officer.

You see, there's been a shooting here, and I...

Oh, I see, all right.

Who are you?

And what are you doing here?

My name's Tom Lawrence.

I'm well-known down at headquarters.

Oh, yeah.

He's the one they call the Falcon.

Well, in my own small way, I have assisted the police department from time to time.

All right, all right.

You're not going to talk your way out of anything.

Take a look around.

Look, officer, I came here with a young lady.

If you were just stepping to the next room with me, I'm sure we can clear this up.

I was investigating and still been painting for her.

For who?

She was right there.

Take it easy.

You're not going anywhere.

Oh, neat job.

If you hadn't set off the burger, line me.

You got away with it, too.

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

Calling police headquarters.

Oh, you are.

Are you?

What for?

Because while you're wasting your time with me, the young lady is getting away.

Oh, that's too bad.

What's her name?

Delores.

I don't know her last name.

There's a picture of her over there.

Delores, huh?

Painted by Humphrey Wade.

Born 1878, died 1929.

Humphrey Wade, huh?

Yes.

And, according to this, he's been dead for 15 years.

15?

But that would make the model at least 40 years old by now.

It wasn't a day over 25.

Of course, it may not be a genuine Humphrey Wade.

Somebody thinks so.

$21,000 worth.

Sold to James with the pews, 542 Parkway.

That's lucky diamond hues.

On the other hand, the girl admitted having posed for the picture herself.

Quite a problem, isn't it?

You'll have plenty of time to work it out.

You got a light?

Thanks.

Give me homicide.

Ajax patrol, Hoffman speaking.

Yeah, we're at the Grandville Art Gallery.

In our case of murder, Grandville himself.

Yeah.

And we've got the man who did it.

Hey, what's up?

That way.

I wouldn't do that, Mr. Hughes.

I think you should know that statistics prove

that 90% of bedside guns shoot their owners.

All right, you don't have to shoot me.

I don't know what you're after.

Here, take it.

Famous lucky diamond, huh?

Thanks, but I'm not collecting jewelry this evening.

I came to ask your opinion about this painting.

Where'd you get that?

It's mine.

Point is, is it a genuine Humphrey Wade?

Of course it is.

Are you quite positive?

Young man, nobody in the world knows his technique better than I do.

Every Humphrey Wade canvas that isn't in an

art gallery is in my own private collection.

Strange you missed this one until recently.

Not at all.

It's just been discovered.

Look out for that.

It's valuable.

Far more valuable than you think.

Can you tell me who the model was?

Yeah, probably some Mexican girl.

Ask Wade's family, his daughter.

Don't ask me.

It's a daughter, huh?

Where am I find her?

How should I know?

Mr. Hughes, are you all right?

Yes, yes.

Jarvis, I'm all right.

Jarvis, my painting.

Stolen.

What are you doing here?

Waiting up for you to come home.

That is probably the police to ask if you've had a visit from the fork.

Yes.

That's who I am.

You're Miss Wade.

I presume I'm very happy to know you.

Don't tell them I'm here.

Hello?

Yes, this is Miss Wade.

Why shouldn't I?

You must know something about all this.

If you will say nothing about me, I'll return the favor.

Hello?

Hello, Miss Wade?

Yes?

No.

No, I wasn't talking to anyone.

I'm alone.

Oh, well, we thought maybe that Falcon was over at your place.

But as long as you say he isn't, that's okay, Miss Wade.

Good night.

Something funny going on.

We better take a run over there.

You seem to recognize it.

No, I've never seen it before.

It's only that the style is like... like my father's.

A girl opposed to this is the only witness to what really happened tonight.

Girl?

How could she still be a girl?

I know.

It was painted a long time ago.

Nevertheless, I saw the model this evening and she was as young as ever.

My father's been dead for years.

I don't see how... unless...

Unless what?

I... I don't know.

You're going to tell me something.

What is it?

I'd rather not say.

You'd only laugh at me.

On the contrary, I'm in very serious trouble.

And what you know may help me to clear it up.

Well, I don't know anything for certain.

But you see, three years ago, something strange happened to me when I was very ill.

I'd been delirious for days, but... this

particular night, my head seemed quite clear.

And I was wide awake.

Suddenly I saw a face bending over me.

Such a kind, friendly face that I wasn't at all afraid.

A voice said, Barbara, I'm your father.

I want you to get well, dear.

If ever you need me, remember this.

I'll always be near you.

I'll always be near you.

I know how it must sound to you.

My stepmother always tells me I was dreaming.

Just the same, I've had the idea ever since that he might be alive somewhere.

I would have searched for him if I had any reason to hope.

Answer it.

Who is it?

Inspector O'Shea, police department.

We want to see you, Miss Wade.

Just a minute, while I throw something on.

All right, Miss.

Wait!

Where are you going?

I'm taking the first plane from Mexico City.

Let me go with you, please.

Please, I'd be delighted to be after all.

You've got to take me.

They say my father died in Mexico.

Now, after what you've told me, I feel more than ever that it isn't true.

You might be some help, after all.

Get your things quickly.

Anything wrong, Miss?

Just a minute.

She can't

do a sneak on us.

Here.

Take this.

Are you sure?

I can spot them a mile away.

Thanks, gracias.

Take this.

Get a cab and wait for me.

Dr. Señor?

Dr. Señor?

I speak English, Mr. I have defined her the mobile.

No, thanks.

I can guide you anywhere.

I show up, decides, but good.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Thanks, but I won't need a guide.

Why do you repulse me, Señor?

May I call?

She's heaven.

But without me, she's disappointment.

No doubt.

Barbara?

Let's hurry.

I don't want him to see us together.

I think pretty soon you need me now.

You lady friend take a talk, no?

About her?

Yes.

Perhaps I can find out for you where she's going.

He ends up.

Perhaps this will help you to make up your mind.

Banchu, where is this lady going?

Oh, Banchu.

Banchu is my son.

I'm teaching him the business.

Now you are in good hands, Señor.

I am Manuel Romero.

Come, we take you.

What's this?

Hey, you're in the North Pole, Treggis, Señor.

Treggis.

Señor, Treggis.

You want a better car?

You're three in the old car for a new one.

Gillian, Señor, Gillian.

What is this, Patzquero?

Nightclub?

Juan Los, Señor.

She's just a little pound down the road.

When you're right, you're not passing up the velocity of the various artists.

Very nice, Manuel.

But how far is it to Patzquero?

Oh, she's very pretty drive.

And maybe two, three hundred miles.

Three hundred miles.

I haven't made a park.

She's very historical.

There's somebody following us a little way back.

Yes, I know.

Is there any chance of losing them?

Don't worry, Señor.

Nobody she knows they're Mexican, but eat like Manuel.

You don't think I'm going to lose a good passenger, eh?

On the left, the Cabarito.

If you get lost sometime, you come here and they find you out.

You want to make sure you're around?

Not just now.

Look, the sooner we lose them, the better.

And it's lower, is sure.

Don't worry, we still have a long way to go.

The motor, she don't feel so good.

Anywhere we come to, she gets worse.

But she does.

Turn off her own.

Turn that alleyway.

See?

What seems to be the matter?

Everything, Señor.

Something I get mad at this car, I turn him in for junk.

Hey, what about us?

Maybe you can do something, mister.

Bring them over, Jess.

What's this, another tradeen?

No, Señor.

She's a 16-cylinder, don't beaman.

Never heard of it.

Don't beaman.

I give them money and they take the old car for the don't beaman on this one.

Look.

From here on, you better stick to the back roads.

No, Señor.

That's what you make the big mistake.

The police don't look for this car.

You seem to know the police pretty well.

They look for the old car.

And when they find out what's happened, poo, we are in Batsboro.

How are you?

How are you?

How are you?

How are you?

How are you?

You, let me give the thanks for my own questions, please.

Now, Casa de Lago, huh?

Isn't this the place where Humphrey Wade did most of his painting?

King Saabe.

If she is, I find out for you which room Señor Wade has died in.

And you sleep in the same bed, no?

No.

No.

Where's Dea Cinerida?

Good evening, sir.

May I help you?

I'd like to register, please.

I'm sorry, but the rooms are all taken.

Who's the number 17?

It's reserved for one of our oldest guests, Lucky Diamond Hills.

Oh, that explains it, then.

Lucky Diamond reserved it for me.

Don't breathe a word of this, but Mr. Hughes set me here on a confidential mission.

Do I need to say any more?

He didn't mention your name in this telegram.

Of course not.

He's much too clever for that.

Where is this room?

We fake you.

What kind of number is this room, guy?

17.

Louisa?

Can I fix it up for you, eh?

I don't know

where.

He knows the ropes and he pulls his strings.

Uh-huh.

I haven't met someone before.

Listen, if I think I'm always like him, he never listens to me.

And here I thought you were alone in a strange country.

Who was that man you drove away with?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to run out on you.

Oh, of course not.

I knew I was bound to meet you here.

There's something I can't explain to you just yet, but I can tell you this.

My father lived at this end when he was alive.

He painted here.

I'd

like to see you.

You know what happened?

Yes, I told you.

It means nothing to us.

But it does.

It means my father may be alive.

Come along.

Oh, good.

We have so much dirt about.

I'm sorry to barge in like this, but Barbara has told me so much about

rachel and Anton that I felt I just had to meet you.

Oh, Raquel, this is Mr. Lawrence.

But it is nice of you, Mr. Lawrence, to barge in.

I'm Barbara's mother, and this is Anton, my husband.

Dolly, will you fix us a drink?

Did you say, mother?

Step, mother.

You see, I was the second, Mrs. Wade.

You've traveled quite a bit.

Uh-huh.

It's strange we didn't meet on the plane.

What plane?

What do you mean?

According to this poster, you and Anton were dancing at the Orinoco Club on the 24th.

The knight a man named Grenville was murdered.

Not such luck, Mr. Lawrence.

Our engagement was cancelled.

We danced here that night.

Everyone knows that.

And, of course, it was you and Anton behind the masks.

Not someone else.

Anton!

What's the matter, dear?

You haven't forgotten our next dance.

Oh.

El Cucillo, the dance of the knife.

I don't need this to convince Mr. Lawrence it would be

unwise to interfere in what is none of his business.

The police seem to think it's very much my business.

Tell me how to do it.

Go back to your table, Barbara.

You put on your mask.

I'd advise you to keep away from Barbara.

She's young and imaginative and you influence her mind.

She dreams now that a dead father has come to life again.

I can't permit that, you understand?

You make it very clear.

Good.

Then get out of Mexico.

Good night, Mr. Lawrence.

I believe you dropped this.

Thank you, Mr. Lawrence.

I wasn't sure you would come.

Then you don't know me very well.

You just need to be remedied.

It would be dreadful if we were seen together.

My husband is frightfully jealous.

I... I can't say that I blame him.

Mr. Lawrence, I need your help.

What's the trouble, Rachael?

I'll try to explain.

To begin with, I was quite young when my first husband killed himself.

Humphrey Wade, huh?

Yes.

After his death, it turned out that his investments were worthless.

His painting wasn't yet recognized.

Then all his insurance went to Barbara.

I had no money, nothing.

Anton and I became partners.

And he persuaded you to marry him.

Gladys in here.

Gladys in here.

Of course.

Gladys in here.

Thank you, Senor.

Now, just how can I help you?

Stop this search for Humphrey Wade.

He's dead and buried, I assure you.

You're simply wasting your time.

And so you.

I'm not looking for Wade.

I'm looking for a model of his name to Loris.

But you have given me an idea.

If Wade is still alive, you'll find yourself with two husbands on your hands.

He's so lame, jatravido!

The hard deal of who was murdered may have known that.

In fact, that might be the reason he was killed.

Was it the matter?

Did you say something wrong?

No, no, she doesn't seem to like flowers.

You're a very elusive young lady.

Hello, Mr. Lawrence.

I don't blame you for wondering about me.

I want to explain something.

About Raquel and Anton?

When we first came to Mexico, I was afraid they were somehow involved in all this.

That's why I ran away from you.

Now I'm convinced they're innocent.

I see.

Something I can do for you?

Miss Wade seems to think that her father might have occupied one of these rooms.

If she'd asked me, I would have shown her gladly.

Many tourists asked to see this room.

Even after all these years.

I've kept his old studio as a sort of shrine.

With everything just as your father left it.

It's difficult to imagine the long hours he worked here.

There was no recognition for him then.

And very little money.

Many at the time he said no man in his right mind would spend his life painting.

The people were fools.

Afraid to attach value to something that could be duplicated.

Or improved upon by the artist's own hand.

Those are the drawings he made before he started each painting.

Perhaps you'll recognize some of his better-known works.

The battle was done this summer before he died.

These are his personal effects.

Although of course we have none of his canvases.

He sold them as he finished them.

And now it would take a fortune to buy back just one of them.

If you don't mind, this has been a trying experience with Barbara.

Perhaps she could come back again some other time?

You've been very kind.

Not at all.

If you'll ask at the desk, I'll be happy to show you up here any time.

Thank you.

What is it?

I don't know.

There's something when we pass that door.

It's silly.

I'm beginning to imagine things.

I might as well have a look.

How can we get in?

Same way I go into your apartment.

Do you say this was your father's?

I don't know.

It seems to be.

It's nearly head time to drive, but not quite.

Poor Amber.

And sometimes used to make paintings look aged.

I'm afraid you didn't understand.

I can't allow you to wander all over the end.

Is this another lost masterpiece of wades?

That happens to be mine.

Oh.

And this sweater?

I came for it.

Then this pipe must be yours too.

You know who my father is.

Don't be a little fool.

I can assure you better than anyone that he's dead.

I was with him until the end.

Some of the other women that he wasted his life on thought that much of him.

I studied to a father's work while he was alive.

He often helped me.

I've always been able to imitate his style.

Well, enough to pass it off as an original if it was properly aged.

If I wish to imitate his technique, there's no law in the world to prevent it.

As for the sweater.

It was left behind by a guest who asked me to send it to him.

As I said, I merely came for it.

Now, would you please leave my room?

Come along, Barbara.

That painting might explain a lot of things.

Perhaps you'll have dinner with me.

I'd love to.

I'll see you downstairs.

I'm sorry to be such a poor host of orries.

But then I wasn't exactly sure just when you come for your painting.

Let me go!

I found this young lady in my room.

She's wanted by the state's police for questioning about a murder.

You must be out of your mind.

I've never been to the United States.

I know nothing about a murder.

Then why were you trying to steal your own portrait?

But I wasn't.

I don't know what you're talking about.

No need to get excited.

This portal to speak out.

Where is it?

In my room.

I'll get it.

Manuel.

What are you doing up here?

I see somebody running down the hallway.

I tried to stop him.

Who was it?

That's what I was going to ask you.

Oh.

What have you got there?

Hey, Tori, you like the thrice, huh?

Not just now, thanks.

Where's the lorries?

Surely you didn't expect me to hold the daughter

of Dan Palace in battle against who will.

If you have anything further to say to her, why don't you call her?

I will.

Where is it?

Turns out, on the main road, anyone can tell you.

Thanks.

Manuel, get the car.

We're going to the bar of the sander.

The car is right here.

What, again?

See?

A brand new second-hand regiment.

What?

Regisments in Europe.

The payments on the other car come to high, so they make a regiment on the contrary.

Let me go.

Go call your boss Don Carlos.

Pronto.

I am Don Carlos.

I'm Apologie Señor.

I'm Tom Lawrence.

I'd like to speak to your daughter, Dolores.

I'm afraid that he's impossible.

She's not yet returned from the United States.

But would you see her like us at the Lago?

You so?

Strange.

I have reason to think her life might be in danger.

I find that hard to believe, send your volumes.

But we shall look for her if you wish.

She often goes sailing on the lake.

In our peaceful country, life is very seldom in danger.

This is where my daughter usually keeps her boat, but this is not it.

Then we take this boat and look for her.

I am the best sitting man I ever saw.

Thanks.

We can marry.

Oh, señor.

It is hard to believe that could be troubled in a place such beauty.

The actual daughter must have had some reason for her rather strange actions.

My, for instance, need to make that hurried trip to the States.

Let me see.

I believe she said she had to help a friend.

I forgot just what it was.

Do you know who this friend was?

It's very important.

Oh, one of the artists.

I suppose she told me, but there are so many of them from year to year.

The beauty of this lake is always a challenge to their brushes.

Your daughter's beauty must be an equal challenge.

Oh, yes, she posed for many of them.

I remember now.

It was one such painting that she wanted to get back for the artist.

It had been sent to an art dealer in your country.

Why couldn't this artist have gone after the painting himself?

Oh, I know only what my daughter told me.

He could not permit it to be publicly exhibited.

I think I know who this mysterious artist was.

Humphrey Way.

Humphrey Way.

Oh, yes, I knew him quite well.

Oh, I hardly think so, my son.

You see, I myself attended his funeral services.

It was here on the island of Hanichor that he is buried in the little churchyard.

It wasn't there.

It was here on the island of Hanichor.

We can enquire in the village.

Look, the fishing fleet is returning.

Those are our famous butterfly boats.

They do not usually return so early in the day.

Come, someone is sure to have seen her.

What's the trouble?

Something has happened?

They're carrying someone.

Don't care!

Don't care!

Don't matter, no teacher!

No need!

How did it happen?

The drowns in her.

We found her body floating in the lake.

I'll go tell the police now.

Oh, by the way.

Are you sure Dolores Ibarra went home after she left you?

Are you trying to infer that I had something to do with her death?

Oh, so you know about it.

Are you with a nice person seen with her?

I don't know why I should stand for this question.

I'm sure the local police will take care of that.

Are you by any chance following me?

Since the first moment I saw you, I've done nothing else.

Do you play me?

I'll say.

Excuse me.

Just a moment.

How long have you been out?

Since about one o'clock if it's any of your business.

Then you just about have had time, wouldn't you?

What do you mean?

Come on, Anton.

We had a rehearsal.

Come on.

What do you think you're doing?

I unpack the lavages so they say you don't get wrinkles.

What gave you the idea I'd hide you as a valid?

I give myself the idea, seeing you.

I double up the job and I double the clothes.

Look, I've thought for some time that you were up to something.

Me?

You're not a chauffeur.

You're certainly not a guide.

What are you?

I'm anything you're watching.

I am the best bodyguard, chauffeur, guide mechanic.

Wait her butler downstairs man and upstairs man.

You're all fired.

Me too, mister?

Yes, you too.

Come, Pancho.

This place hasn't changed a bit.

Full service and all management.

Nothing.

Oh.

Oh.

Good evening, mister Hughes.

You're here at last, huh?

What are you staring at?

I never expected to see lucky diamond Hughes without his famous diamond.

Well, if you think I'm going to wear diamonds

around after what's happened to me, you're mistaken.

One of my weighed paintings stolen, thugs, footpads

invading my bedroom in the middle of the night.

I don't know what's going to happen next.

Come on, get my bags up to my room, will you?

Margarita, will you have someone bringing Mr. Hughes bags, please?

Yes, ma'am.

By the way, you won't have your usual room.

Why not?

Because I've given it to your confidential agent.

My confidant.

What are you talking about?

Mr. Lawrence said you sent him here.

Lawrence?

Lawrence, don't tell me he's in again.

Daniel, do you think we permit strangers to take young ladies by the arm?

But, Sonora, I was just trying to... As opposed to think you are being very clever.

Come along.

Just a minute, you.

Where's my painting?

That's what I'd like to know.

It was stolen from me, and obviously I wouldn't steal it for myself, would I?

I'm not so sure you wouldn't.

You'd steal from anybody.

I'm going to call the police.

Call them by all means.

I haven't broken any laws in my own country much less this one.

What about that warrant charging you with murdering Granville?

They can't better well prove something which I didn't do.

Besides, the Mexican police won't arrest me without

notification from the United States authorities.

All right, I'll get authority.

Fine.

Long distance.

See you're fucking.

Yes, won't disappoint you.

I'll tell you something very valuable.

The question is whether I'll run out of loose

change before you are out of information.

Now, just want to fight both.

You come with me, aren't you?

I'll show you.

Senor?

This is the card I bring Senor use.

I thought I'd fired you.

Oh, he's okay.

I don't blame it too much.

We only mistake some time.

What these tires mean to you?

He's muddy.

Seems Mr. Hughes made a detour by the lake shore.

See?

And whoever has murdered the Senor eat their stick both across the lake?

I better have a talk with him.

Stay here, Pancho.

I can save you troubles, Senor.

This car belongs to the inn.

I, myself, brought Senor Hughes from the station, but we didn't stop at the lake.

Or who there?

You have to ask that to Senor Appaola.

She uses the car sometimes for her business.

That man, Lawrence.

Now he's got my table.

I'm sorry, sir.

There was a mix-up in the reservations.

Well, if there was, he caused it.

I have another table for you, right here, Mr. Hughes.

In Florida, to Amor.

Barbara.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

What's the matter with you?

How should I know?

Barbara, someone get a doctor quickly.

What are you doing here?

First, they want Senorita's murder.

And then something else happened.

I think, Senor, you need a cop's guard.

You mean a bodyguard.

That's right, Senor.

I take care of your body.

How is she?

The doctor doesn't know yet.

He's doing what he can.

It was poison.

That's settled.

Now, which one of you gave it to her?

You were at her table.

There's already one word of charge against you.

I'm afraid I'm not in the running.

Whoever killed the art dealer killed Dolores in poison Barbara.

All three of them could have answered one

important question, which doesn't involve me.

Whether or not Humphrey Wade is still alive.

I hope for your sake, isn't it?

It would be very awkward to be married to two men at the same time.

I see what you mean.

You're suggesting it may ruin the professional standing of Rachael and Anton.

Surely, if our men have been missing as many years as Wade.

His wife is entitled to marry again.

But you didn't wait.

You assumed Wade had died.

He did.

But you are clever enough to paint like him.

You sent that portrait to the art dealer.

He recognized the fraud, so you killed him.

In fact, in a number of Wade's paintings made of fortresses.

Don't tell me I don't go away.

When I see one, I bought too many of them to be fooled.

Oh, yes.

And if Wade was still alive, those paintings would be worthless one day.

And you're not going to laugh it off any more than I am.

My good woman, when Grand Bill was killed, I was home in bed as he'll tell you.

You're quite right.

You were home in bed.

By the time I got there, you could have gone to the art gallery and returned.

But I didn't.

And I wasn't here when the painting was stolen.

Even you know that.

Then it's probably Wade, half crazed and hiding out somewhere.

If he is, you helped him.

You were always in love with him, weren't you?

Don't think I didn't know it.

Oh, Doctor, how is she?

You can see her now, if you like.

She's out of danger.

Oh, good.

Thank you.

What kind of poison was it, Doctor?

Some deadly agric found its way among the mushrooms she ate.

Only little, though.

Or the accident might have been fatal.

Accident?

Undoubtedly.

Agric is the common toads, too, which closely resembles mushrooms.

No.

Well, I better make sure the accident isn't finished.

Barbara!

Do you hear me?

It's right here.

Barbara, over the door.

Barbara, let me in.

There's someone in there.

I heard them talking.

The door is off on the inside.

Wait.

Who wasn't here?

Who wasn't?

Father.

Oh, darling.

Your ear, you don't know what you're saying.

It was.

You came to see me.

Mr. Wade, just a minute.

There we are.

You let him get away.

That was Wade.

Wade's dead, I tell you.

Barbara recognized him.

The girl's neurotic.

She has dreams, hallucinations.

You're coming with me.

Isn't this a rather public place for a shooting?

You're coming with me, I said.

You put that gun down, eh?

One will don't like to shoot ladies in the back.

Nice work, Manuel.

Keep the hands up, senor.

You wish these men killed, eh?

He's wanted for murder.

I was taking him inside to hold for the police.

Sometimes women talk, but they don't say something.

I think you go now.

What do you say?

This man welcomes up Andy, eh?

I work for you some more now.

Your salary starts the moment you put that gun away.

I'll be your court's guide, eh?

How do you know she don't come back?

These women always change their mind sometimes.

Mine won't you've got it.

I've got what?

Eat.

She's changed her mind.

That's what I hadn't stopped.

She started this whole thing by sending that painting to Grenville.

She couldn't go through with it.

Now she's sorry for what she didn't.

She's trying to protect Wade.

I'm glad I figured that out for you.

We're going to search her room.

I have an idea we'll find the evidence I've been looking for.

You tell the word and we steal the whole room.

You wait here.

Sure.

If somebody's coming, I give them the door with my bestola.

Oh, it's you.

I was trying to find something that might tell me if Wade is still alive.

Oh.

Well, suppose we join forces.

We seem to have the same idea in mind.

All right.

Must be something in back of that.

What else do we need?

Pull us behind those murders.

Oh, you mustn't jump to conclusions.

Somebody may have planted it back there just to throw suspicion on Paula.

Wade himself, for example.

Oh, for that matter.

Go ahead, say it.

I could have put it there, I suppose.

It's not impossible.

In any case, what we have to do now is to find

Paula and see what she has to say about it.

I go along too soon.

We give Paula to four degrees, no?

Thirty degrees, Manuel.

Thirty degrees?

The four degrees is one better.

Tantrum?

Have you seen Paula, the lady who runs the end?

My father is looking for it all that long.

I am looking too.

Looking?

Like this?

If she comes in, I see her dole night.

What is it this time?

I don't have a bodyguard.

Get your hands up, please.

Castro!

It may ensure you know that you have been

watched from the minute you arrived in Mexico.

My orders are of our federal police.

These men are my assistants.

Police?

There's once the idea of leaving the body here.

Oh, that's the killer of God.

Letting him believe his crime hasn't been discovered.

I've seen.

Do you mind?

My apologies, Mr. Lawrence.

It was for your own protection.

The sight is moving, my men would have been forced to open fire.

The boat drifted in here.

Get it out of sight.

See, Manuel.

Mr. Lawrence.

You are miss Wade?

Yes.

You want to know about your fathers in your way?

Of course.

Tell me what you know.

You can always mean.

I can see now why you were such an authority on police matters.

You too, in your own country.

We've heard of the Falcon.

I wondered why I wasn't arrested.

It looks like Wade is the man we want.

It's one of the strangest cases I've ever been on.

A series of murders committed by a man supposed to be dead.

To new proof he isn't?

The facts indicate it.

One of his paintings turned up and there's no

question that Dolores Yavara posed for him.

You know Wade's reputation.

One romantic adventure after another.

Not the first painter to be a romanticist.

At the time Wade disappeared, we found out that

the innkeeper Paula was secretly in love with him.

She resented his flirtations.

I suppose the one with Dolores became too serious.

Paula was determined to stop it.

She signed Wade's name of the painting, sent it

to an art dealer, knowing it would expose him.

That hardly explains the murders.

It might be that Wade was discovered trying to get his painting back.

Once having committed murder, he was forced to dispose

of everyone who could testify he was still alive.

Including Paula.

But you'll see.

When we arrest Wade, we'll have the answer.

Yes, if your theory is correct.

Oh, where is Mr. Dolores?

Was the matter, Senor.

Somebody fall in trouble?

Looking for me?

Barbara's missing.

I can't find her anywhere.

Mr. Dolores, I think there's something you should know.

My husband, Anton, left early this morning.

He wouldn't tell me where he was going.

He's better we find Barbara now, so we don't find her later in sailboat.

That's right, Barbara Wade, the American though, who's staying at the inn.

Have you seen her?

She's in here.

She's with the portwood.

They seem to be going to the island.

Yes, it's carnival time.

Yes, sir.

Be sure they hold a celebration on the island upon each seal.

Everyone will be there.

And we're gonna go over there.

Yes, come, we'll get a boat.

Barbara, the crypt is empty.

Work of vandals.

I'm not so sure.

You've seen Mr. Dolores.

It's like I said.

Wade is still alive.

Come back here, please.

Who paid you?

Anto, I'll place you under arrest.

Senor, Anton, the dancer at the inn.

He told me to show this girl her father is dead.

He'd better be able to explain why.

Come on.

Well, they are.

Anto arrest!

Barbara!

Martin, don't you ever go away like that again.

Oh, you see, how foolish you were to worry?

Your husband's probably here, too.

Is Anton here?

We haven't seen him.

Well, never mind.

He'll be here.

Look, Mr. News.

Even on the holidays, they don't forget their pictures.

Well, let's be on our way.

See you later.

Find out anything yet?

Everything's in order.

Nothing to report.

There is nothing of importance.

Everything's important.

Let me hear.

A fisherman drank too much wine.

A man fighting with his wife.

A report that one of the masked dancers had his costume stolen.

A masked dancer, huh?

Where was his costume stolen?

At the end of the plaza.

There's only one man I know who would be that

anxious to keep anyone from recognizing him.

Humphrey Wade.

Those masks are used in the old man's dance.

It's just going on now.

Come on, let's hurry.

We're too late.

They're not many of them.

We can separate and reach them all.

It's your father.

Father, it is you.

Tell me why did you disappear.

How do we all these years?

I don't know.

Because my life was a failure.

I had determined to make success as a painter,

but I couldn't earn enough to provide point.

And I made up my mind that I wouldn't make you suffer for my shortcomings.

There seemed only one way out to kill myself so

that you would get the money for my insurance.

I realized that would be cowardly, so I disappeared instead.

But your paintings became so valuable.

After I made it look as though I were dead, yes.

And there was no turning back.

We're together now.

That's what really matters to me.

Oh, I'd have risked anything to talk to you.

Your life isn't danger to you.

Yours and mine.

You'd better start explaining.

I didn't do it, but I would have if I had the chance.

Wade can't pull through.

We're holding hand on us a precaution.

I don't think you'll get anything out of him.

We've forgotten the one person who has most to lose.

The man who owns the Wade paintings, Lucky Diamond Hughes.

Hughes?

With Wade alive, the value of that art collection would drop to nearly nothing.

But Hughes is a millionaire.

He was.

But why did he arrive in Mexico without his famous darling, the pride of his life?

It's a complete contradiction of character.

I think you will find he's lost a lot of money.

We know more about our visitors than you think.

He's a full report on Mr. Hughes.

Lost heavily in the stock market.

Valuable property holdings listed for sale secured mortgage on his home.

Then you were right.

But you can't arrest the man for not having any money.

We've still got to find some way proving he's guilty.

Hughes doesn't know how badly Wade was wounded.

If somebody appeared on the street with barra wearing Wade's costume.

What Hughes tried once, he'd try again.

But who's going to be fool enough to let himself be shot at?

Don't look at me.

But there isn't much danger.

My man will be watching.

Don't stay too close to me.

Hello, Barbara.

Sorry, we can't see.

You'll be back with us.

Everyone comes back to Mexico.

Bye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mr. Lawrence.

All right, Senor.

This isn't fine.

Oh, a bunch of bite this little memorandum for you.

With a tip she's not she gave me.

So you will make another trip to Mexico.