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[MUSIC - "THE GAY RANCHERO"]

[ROAR OF PLANE ENGINE]

[GUN SHOTS]

-Just a minute.

You'll get lost out there.

Besides he's got too much of a head start on you.

-You're bleeding pretty badly.

Let me take off your shirt.

-At least there's no bones broken.

Probably hit an artery.

-These will stop it for a moment.

But you need a doctor.

If you tell me how to get the Manzanita Springs,

I will fly you there.

-Well, I can tell you how to get there,

but with both of us in that plane,

I doubt you can clear those trees.

-Let me worry about those trees.

This is all my fault. I'm sorry.

-Forget it.

OK.

You may be right about a couple of those three,

so before it's too late, permit me introduce myself.

My name is Nicci Lopez.

-Mine's Rogers.

I sure hope you're lucky.

-So do I. But if we cannot go over them.

We go through them.

-Hey, Breezy.

Do you recognize that one?

-Uh, uh.

-Well, I don't know.

In spite of all our tough luck, we're not in that bad of shape

yet.

We've still got one good plane.

But I'll tell you Mr. Brados, if we're ever forced to give up

the airline, you'll get first crack at it.

-But don't hold your breath till we do.

-Well, you can't blame a businessman for trying.

-Why don't you try someplace else.

-I'll see you later.

-Bye.

-That guy gives me-- oh, I knew I had something to tell you.

There's a plane coming.

-OK.

I've never seen that one before.

Have you? -Me either.

Maybe they've got some news about Syd.

-Boy, I hope so.

-Please, call a doctor.

-It's Roy.

Hey, Breezy.

Go get Doc Peterson.

The sheriff's been hurt.

-OK.

-And hurry.

-What happened?

-I was shot.

I'll tell you about it later.

-Easy does it.

-Sit down in this chair, Roy.

-Oh, by the way, this is Nicci Lopez.

-Hi. -Hello.

-Did you see anything of the plane?

-Not a thing.

I searched every inch of ground between here

and the Walker mine.

I couldn't find trace of Syd or the plane.

-I can't understand how a plane can completely disappear

from the face of the earth, especially with Syd

as such a good pilot.

-Hello, Roy.

-Hiya, Tex.

-Got any news about Syd?

-Not a clue.

-I don't know.

It beats me.

The last lap of his trip, the weather was perfect.

If anything had gone wrong he could

have made a forced landing on any of these meadows.

You know, Roy-- hey, what happened to you?

-He had a little accident.

Come on, everybody. Let's get out of here and let Roy get some rest.

He can tell us all about it later.

We'll have plenty of time to talk.

I'll get you some water, Roy, and see

if I can hurry up the doctor.

-Thanks.

-Sheriff will be all right.

His arm will be stiff for one or two days.

That's all.

I'm familiar with those kind of pain.

-You are?

Well-- well, do-- do you get shot very often?

-No, but you see, I was a bullfighter.

You were a bullfighter?

You're Nicci Lopez, the great bullfighter?

-At your service.

-Gee, I saw you fight at Tijuana.

I never will forget the great big, black bull you killed.

When it come charging and snorting,

I got great big goose pimples all over.

-So did I. By the way, did a cute girl with black hair,

about this high--

-She sure did.

Miss Richards flew her in a little while ago.

That spitfire, little firecracker,

baggage all over the place.

Put it here.

Put it there.

Give me this. Take that.

Move it here.

Move it-- I never saw anything as spoiled in my life.

If she was mine, I'd take her over her knee

and I'd spank the-- she's not your wife?

-Not yet, but that description fits perfectly

the girl I'm looking for.

-Well, you found her.

-She's spoiled. -Yeah.

-He father is very rich.

-Oh.

-Can you take me to her?

-Sure, she's on her way to the spa now with the pioneers.

Say, she's going to be around here for a while.

-I'll get my luggage.

-I'll get the car.

Hey, hey, did you hear who he said he was?

-Yeah.

-Gee, maybe if he likes me, he'll

teach me to be a toreador.

You know, how to fight the bull.

-You ought to make a good pupil.

-Yeah.

-You already know how to throw it.

[SINGING - "THE GAY RANCHERO"]

-Stop, that's enough, I think.

-Well, here we are.

This is what we call home.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

-Come on, Nacho.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

-Ooh, she's sure got an even temper.

Always mad.

-I'll take it from here.

The poor child is so upset.

I must get her back home.

-And I'm going to fight a bull.

-And so will I. But I promised her father.

Well, thank you very much for the ride.

You keep your appointment with me

and we'll talk about bullfighting.

-Don't you worry.

I'll be there.

You go on in.

I'll take care of the baggage.

-Consuelo.

-So, I can't trust you.

You follow me.

-Consuelo.

-I don't like you anymore.

Neither does Nacho.

See?

-You can't stay here.

Your father sent me to take you back.

-Why? -So we can get married and live in happiness in my rancho.

-But you will not fight the bulls

anymore and I cannot marry a coward.

-Already I have told you thousands of times why.

I will not fight the bulls because I love you

and I don't want to die.

-That's no excuse.

Good boy, Nacho.

-I suppose you'll be needing a room?

-Yes, I will.

-I didn't get the name, sir.

-Oh, Lopez.

-Oh, Lopez.

Oh, Lopez, another Irishman.

-Here, take some of this mineral water.

It's good for your ulcers.

-Hey, look who's here.

-Slim, you're alone.

Where's Roberts?

-Dead.

-What happened.

-Rogers caught up with us.

I made a break for it and shot them both.

-That's what you think.

You only winged the sheriff.

Saw him around here this morning.

But you did get your friend Roberts.

-Why, you dumb--

-This goes for you, too.

You two guys are sending us out to do the dirty work

while you sit here and take it easy.

As for Roberts, I thought he'd talk.

-Then we don't hold you responsible for what

happened to Roberts.

You did right.

What about the plane?

-Ah, nobody will ever find it.

We pulled it in a canyon and blew

a whole mountainside on top of it.

-And the pilot?

-The gold got through.

-Good.

We got it.

Now take this and get out of town.

But don't let Rogers see you leave.

-But where and how long?

-As far as you can.

We'll tell you when to come back.

And use the back door.

-I never thought I'd be doing this for Syd, after all

the year we flew together, Australia, Saipan.

I'll never forget those strikes we made on Japan.

The guy was pretty tough.

-You know it's funny.

After all he went through in the war

and he has to disappear this way.

I don't care about the plan, the gold, or anything,

if we could just get Syd back.

-If Roy couldn't find him, nobody could.

But if we only knew.

-Here's a letter addressed to you, Cookie.

-For me.

"Dear gang, if my number ever comes up,

I will the following articles to the following people.

To Tex, the best wingman I ever had, my leather jacket.

May it always bring him luck.

To Betty, that big kiss I was always trying to steel.

To Cookie, this little prayer to say for me.

May the headwinds that I fought through life

drift me through the pearly gate.

And to all I leave my corny sense of humor.

-Am I Interrupting?

I just got the last report from the CAA?

-Yeah?

-Nothing.

-I wish I knew what to do.

If we lose this place, we'll all go broke.

-And the spa, too.

Holy smokes, I almost forgot, my first lesson.

My lesson, you know, my lesson.

-The reason I came to see you, Betty,

was to find out when your next flight is.

-Tomorrow, we're making the pick run to the mines.

Here's out flight plan.

-That's about the same as the other one.

-Just about.

The last hop is from the Walker mine right back here.

-You be sure that everything on that plane is double checked.

And call me before it leaves.

-OK.

-So long, Roy.

-So long, Tex.

-Oh, I checked that wiring system again, Miss Richards.

It's all right. -Good, I'll tell Cookies.

-Say what did Cookie mean by his first lesson?

-I think he's got a date with a bull.

-This flight plan is practically the same as last time.

It'll be easy.

-Yeah, let me see from the Walker mine back

is the last leg of the trip.

Now if he runs out of gas a short while after he takes off,

the only place he can set down is big meadows.

-I figured it out on the map, and it

ought to take just three and a half hours

to get to the meadows.

-And we'll fix it so there's only three and a half hours

fuel in the tanks.

-Now, Breezy, the important thing

is to fix that gauge so they think they have plenty of fuel.

-OK.

-This trip will break them and make us.

-Oh, and all that gold.

-Peanuts.

It'll make the spa the fanciest gambling casino in the country.

We'll fly the suckers in on our own planes.

Then you'll see what real money looks like.

-Hey, we've taken out the amount of gas you told us to.

Should we stop?

-Yeah, don't take anymore out.

I fixed the gauges so they all still read full.

Let's go.

-There he was cornered by an enraged bull.

My cape was gone.

My sword was broke.

What do you think happened?

[PHONE RINGINGS]

-You were saved by the bell.

-Oh.

Manzanita Air.

Oh, hello, Roy.

-Listen carefully, Cookie.

I just got all the reports from the government files

on everybody that's had anything to do with that plane.

-Me-- me too?

-Yes, you too.

I'm not sure, but I think I got a couple of clues.

Tell Betty not to let that plane leave the field this morning.

It may be a matter of life or death.

-But-- but-- but Roy, I can't.

Tex has already done and Betty went with him.

-How long they've been gone?

I see.

They should believing on the last leg of a fight about now.

Don't say anything to Breezy about this.

In fact, don't say anything to Breezy about anything.

I'll see you later, Cookie.

-All right, fellas, here's the rest

of your reception committee.

-All right, now if everything works out the way we figured,

the plane will land out there in that clearing.

The winds coming from the north, so they

glide in this way for a landing.

You fellows get on the other side and stay hidden.

We'll take care of things over here.

Be sure and keep your faces covered.

OK, get going.

-What are you smiling at?

-Oh, I was just thing what a beautiful day this is,

what a nice haul we've gotten back.

Boy, what an easy way to make a living.

-Easy? I'm glad you feel that way, because I

don't know what we do without you.

-Forget it.

It's fun working for people like Cookie and you.

-It would be more if you could get paid regularly,

wouldn't it?

-Skip it. The important thing right is to keep the airline running.

-You a swell guy, Tex, and we appreciate it.

-Boy, are you corny.

-Well, Syd left us his corny sense of humor.

-Well, another thing Syd left that I might collect

at the end of this run-- that little kiss.

-The only thing you'll collect is a pineapple soda

Cookie said he'd have waiting for you.

-If there's a pineapple soda-- [ENGINE SPUTTERING]

Hit the level pump, Betty.

-There they are.

Just like he said.

-Yeah, that Breezy sure gave us the right dope.

-It doesn't do any good.

-The gauge says half full.

We have plenty of gas.

Must be a plugged fuel line.

I'll set her down in that clearing

right straight ahead of us.

If that's what it is, I can fix it in ten minutes.

Check your safety belt. Here we go.

-When that Breezy fixes anything it stays fixed.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Hey, what is this?

-You ought to be able to guess that.

Get down.

-Hey, Betty.

[GUN SHOT]

-No, there're too many of them.

Get off him, you big bully.

Let him go.

-All right.

-This is what happened to the other plane.

What did you do to Syd?

-Careful, lady, or you'll find out.

-Oh, who are you anyway.

[GUN SHOT]

-Tex.

[SOBBING] You filthy murderers.

You killed them both the same way.

-Hey.

Tie her on my horse.

We may need her.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[GUN SHOTS]

-Betty.

-Roy, you've got catch them.

They killed Tex.

-I know.

I'm taking care of you first.

-We made a forced landing in that clearing.

They were there waiting for us.

How do you suppose they know.

-I don't know, but that's what we're going to find. out.

-Hiya, Roy.

-Hi, Roy.

-Hi, Nicci.

-Well, the runway's all clear.

-Yeah, you did a good job.

What do you think, Nicci.

-Sure, plenty of room.

-Let's clear everything out of here, fellas.

We're ready to go. Hiya, Nicci.

-Hello, Betty. -Did you check the fuel lines.

-Yeah. -What about the gas tanks?

-They're all packed up.

She's ready to take off.

-Well, you got a whole new panel.

I checked it myself.

-It's strange they shot out all the gauges.

What good could that do them?

-I don't know.

It beats me.

-That plane should have burned up

when they shot into the gas tanks.

-Maybe they were empty.

-The indicator read a quarter full.

-Hey, Breezy, you're the mechanic, what do you think?

-Why, I don't know.

I guess I-- I--

-It's swell of Nicci to pull of out of this whole.

-Yeah, he sure can fly.

-Uh, oh.

I've been expecting this.

-Oh, no.

-Hey, fellas, come here a minute.

We're all going to have to look for a new job.

They won't extend our credit any longer.

-I'm sorry about this.

I know how hard all of you worked

to put the airline and the spa over.

-Sure, Roy, How much time have we got?

-Not much.

According to law, I have to hold an auction by sealed bid

as soon as possible.

-Oh.

-Well, that ain't going to brother me much.

I'll just live off the fat of the land.

Yeah, but I ain't got no land.

-Well, Mike, the place looks pretty good.

We'll own it in a few hours.

-Yeah, but suppose somebody outbids us?

-Who else around here has that much dough?

-It looks like I finally won.

You have to come home with me now.

-I'm not leaving until I get ready.

-Anything new?

-No, might as well get it over with.

-Hi, sheriff. -Hi, Timmy.

-Hello there.

-Well, folks, I guess there's no use talking about why I'm here.

I'm instructed to open all sealed bids for the purchase

of the Manzanita Springs spa and the Manzanita Airline.

It's now 3 o'clock.

And the bidding is closed.

I received two sealed bids for the purchase

of these properties.

The first is from Mr. Vance Brados.

The other one is from Miss Consuelo Belmonte.

-Consuelo.

-For submitting the highest bid the purchase

is hereby awarded to Miss Consuelo Belmonte.

-Wait a minute, Mike.

It wouldn't be smart to start something now.

-Consuelo, I forbid you to do this.

-I got the rest of the morning.

Signori, right now, I can only say there will be no changes.

Betty, we'll talk about the airlines later.

-OK, boss. -We'll talk about it right now.

-Oh, I forgot, the reason I bought this place.

From now on Senor Lopez room will be vacant.

Now get out.

You're evicted.

-That is a joke for the sheriff.

I have my rights you know.

Sheriff.

-Congratulations, Consuelo, I think

you made a good investment.

-Thank you, Roy.

You see.

-Come on.

-You know, Roy, I'm going to do something

that I've been thinking about for a long time.

[MONKEY SCREECHES] Well, I lost again.

You have to help me.

We must take Consuela away from here.

She has no right buying this place.

-She didn't.

-What do you mean?

-Brados's bid was the higher.

-Then why you--

-I didn't want Brados to get his hands on this property.

Besides I'm going to put him in jail.

-If there's anything that I can do to help.

-There is.

Keep your eyes on Consuelo. this is pretty rough country.

You never can tell what might happen.

-How could we tell that silly dame was going outbid us?

-I've got a hunch that Rogers has something to do with this.

-Yeah, and I've got a hunch we ought to do something about it.

-Well, maybe you're right.

Oh, by the way, how much did she outbid us?

-Now that you mention it, I don't know.

-Listen, we can't take this laying down.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Well, Breezy, working pretty late, aren't you?

-That's my business.

-Mine, too.

What are you doing here?

-I work here, remember?

-That door's locked from the outside.

You came in the same way I did.

-So what?

I don't carry a gun. I got nothing to hide.

-I think you better come down to my office.

I have a few things to check over with you.

-Anything you have to say to me, you can say it now.

Let go of me.

No, now, don't, don't.

-That wasn't a very smart thing to do, Breezy.

Now you're under arrest for assault

on an officer of the law.

This will give you a chance to cool off and think things over.

Hello, Cookie, get over here as fast as you can.

And bring Betty.

There's a friend of yours here that has something to tell us.

OK.

[KNOCKING]

-Hey, Brados, Breezy's in jail.

-You're kidding.

-No, I'm not kidding.

You know what a temper Breezy has.

Well, instead of going along peaceably

when the sheriff wanted to question him,

he took a poke at him.

I just talked to him through the jail window.

-Psst.

-What happened, Breezy?

-I got into a beef with Rogers.

And he locked me in here to talk

-Did you?

-No.

-Where'd he pick you up?

-At the hanger.

-Does he know about the plane.

-No, but I got a hunch he suspects something.

But he doesn't know about that.

-Did you fix the gauge?

-Yep, It's OK.

I copied the flight plans but got rid of them

before he had a chance to search me.

It's the same as last time.

-Good.

This will keep you company.

Things look pretty rough. You might be in here for a while, a long while.

If you want to use it on Rogers, it's all right with me.

-Don't worry.

No sheriff's going to keep me in here.

-That's the way to talk, Breezy.

-What did you want to give him that gun for?

Rogers can't hold him anyway.

-I take a chance.

If I'm any judge of human nature,

there's be fireworks in there any minute.

If he kills Rogers, that's just dandy.

-Yeah, but what if he gets killed?

Rogers is a dead shot.

-Then he won't be able to tell Rogers anything.

And the sheriff will be just here he started.

[METAL CLANGING]

-What's the matter?

-Hey, Rogers, I'm thirsty.

I want a drink.

-Water is the best I can do.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-All right, sheriff, just stick your hands up.

Now back up there and give me those keys.

Go on.

You didn't think you could keep me in here, did you?

I got friends.

[GUN SHOTS]

-Hello?

Coroner Burnett?

This is the sheriff's office.

Can you run over here right away?

There's been some trouble.

Breezy, the mechanic at the airline.

Yeah, Breezy.

OK, I'll wait for you.

-What about Breezy?

-His in the cell block.

-Oh, he is?

What's he done now?

-There's no use going in there, Betty.

-Why?

-I had him under arrest and he tried to shoot his way out.

-Under arrest? Shoot his way out?

-Where did he get the gun?

-One of the gang he belongs to must have slipped it to him.

The same gang that's been hijacking your planes

and shooting the pilots.

-Who's gang?

-Vance Brados.

-You see, I told you he was no good.

-Breezy fixed the gas gauge on that plane to read full.

But the tanks weren't full.

They had to be empty or the plane

would have burned when they shot into it.

Look at this.

-That's our flight plan.

-Yeah.

-It's an imprint.

-This is the pad Breezy made the copy on.

-That's enough for me.

Come on, let's go get him.

-Just a minute, Cookie.

I could arrest him now, but I couldn't prove anything.

Tomorrow he's going to come looking for those bids.

We've got to nail him first.

-How could you do that if you haven't got anything on him

like you say? -He'll trap himself.

That's where the flight comes in.

I want him and all the others too.

You better run along now and get some sleep.

I'll see you the first thing in the morning.

-Good night.

-Good night.

-Good-bye Consuelo.

-Good-bye?

Cookie, what's the matter?

Where is Nicci?

-I'm flying with Nicci.

We're setting that trap for Brados and the gang

and I'm the bait.

-But they told me it wasn't dangerous.

-Dangerous?

Ha!

You may never see Nicci and I alive again.

But don't you worry, I'll do or die for old Manzanita Airlines.

-Oh, poor Nicci.

-Good morning. Is everything ready?

-Ready as far as we're concerned, Roy.

I just topped all the tanks.

They're so full, they won't hold another drop.

-Good.

-Roy, do you think it will work?

-I hope so. If it doesn't work, we're all in trouble.

Yeah, especially me and Nicci too.

-Looks like if trouble comes, you're ready for it.

-Well, you know the old saying, an ounce of prevention.

-Looks like pounds and pounds to me.

-Good morning, Roy.

-Morning.

-We have the big surprise ready for those banditos.

-You know what to do, Nicci.

-Come in on a long glide like your out of gas.

When you see Brados and his gang coming after you,

give it the gun and get away as fast as you can.

The boys and I will take over from there.

-OK.

-Roy, if anything happens to me, don't

let the cat get my goldfish.

-All clear?

-Clear.

-Where is Consuelo?

I'd like to say good-bye to her.

-I don't see her.

-Will you say good-bye to her and tell her I love her?

-OK, Nicci, I'll tell her.

Good luck.

I wonder what happened to Consuela.

She certainly disappeared in a hurry.

-She probably couldn't stand to see Nicci leave.

-Boy, she's really got it bad.

-Well, they should be taking off by now.

Brados better get here.

-Is he going with us? -Well, he said he was.

You better round up the boys.

Tell them to meet us at the same place

and they'll get the same cut.

-Sure, Mike.

-Hiya, Boss.

-Where he's going? -Round up the boys.

Everything's all set.

-Sorry, Mike.

The deals off.

-What's the matter, Brados?

You getting soft?

-Nope.

I'm getting smart.

There's something phony about that bid.

And I'm seeing Rogers at 12:00.

I've got a hunch.

-Yeah, but what about the gold?

-Well, the gold's-- Slim, I thought

I told you to stay out of town.

You want to get us all hung.

-I need shave.

And I got tired of eating beans and listening

to coyotes howl at night.

Besides, how do I know you guys wouldn't give me the slip.

-Are you accusing us of double crossing you?

-Maybe I am.

-Why you big--

-You shouldn't--

-Now wait a minute.

-You stay out of this.

You've given me a lot of duty jobs to do,

but this one I like.

OK, you're next.

Looks like his soft living caught up with him.

Got your letter just in time.

-Yeah, and you got here just in time.

Thought I was going to do the job myself.

Deal's all set and Brados was going to back out.

-Let's go.

-Drag him in the closet.

I'll clean up the safe.

By the time he come to, we'll be a long way from here.

Never could understand why Brados

wanted to mess around with that spa.

It's quicker and cleaner this way.

-I don't want part of it either.

Just give me the cash and I'm happy.

-One more haul and we won't have to work for years.

-Not even this kind of work.

Tell the others Brados is going to wait here for us

-He will.

-You know, I'm very unhappy about Consuelo.

She didn't even come say goodbye to me.

-Oh, you know how woman are.

Maybe she's upset.

I'm upset.

-You should be upset.

You're wearing perfume.

-Perfume?

Me?

Just a minute, I'll have--

-OK, maybe I'm dreaming but, it reminds me of the first time

I sang to Consuelo.

-Were you under her balcony.

-Si. -Was there a great big moon?

-It was.

Then what happened?

-(SINGING) You belong to my heart now and forever.

And our love had it's start, not long ago.

We were gathering stars while an Indian guitar

played our love song.

Darling, you are the song, and you'll

always belong to my heart.

[SINGING IN SPANISH] Darling, you are the song

and you'll always belong to my heart.

-Why you.

Hey, here's our perfume.

-Oh, Nicci, Nicci.

-Hey, watch where you are going.

-What are you doing here.

This is not a place for a girl.

Are you crazy.

-Because I love you.

-But you will be in great danger.

There will be shooting.

-I don't care. When I discovered how brave you are, I decided I'm with you.

If you die, I die.

We all die.

-Hey, don't count me in on this.

Hey, we're just about there.

Look. -I'm sorry, Cookie, we cannot risk Consuelo's life.

Her father will kill me.

-What about Roy and the boys?

-Yes, first you blame it on the bulls

and then you blame it on my father.

You're still afraid.

-That does it.

We're going in.

-Well, I don't see any trace of them.

-Do you suppose the know it's a trap?

-I hope not.

But you never can tell.

-Is it Nicci?

-That's him, all right.

-Don't look like anybody's coming to our party.

-Well, I figured this one wrong.

They're not going to show up.

I'll signal the boys to land.

-Well, we might as well go in and land.

[GUN SHOTS]

-Take off quick.

-You better stay here.

It might get a little rugged down there.

-Let's go.

-Well, it looks like Brados was right.

It's a trap.

Let's go.

-They know it's a trap.

Roy will never catch them.

Thought something like that might happen.

-Dynamite. -You go in the back.

I'll circle them.

[EXPLOSIONS]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Hey, where's the-- What did you do with--

[EXPLOSIONS]

[GUN SHOT]

[GUN SHOTS]

-Come on out, Mike.

[GUN SHOTS]

-You want me?

Come on in and get me.

[WHISTLES]

[GUN SHOTS]

-OK, Mike.

We've got to get you patched up so you and Brados

can keep a date with the judge.

[MUSIC - "THE GAY RANCHERO"]