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here at the Pottery trembles of dread�

That's good alright.

Sure is.

To all that money.

Hey, Stoney Burke, look at that.

The cow bristle is sure doing a good job of motion.

I never thought of pulling in customers from down here on the Mexican side.

An intimate horse. Big man on a bucking horse.

Hey, it reads the same in Espanol as it does in Americano.

How about this, Stoney? You're famous on both sides of the border.

Oh, money, money.

Money, money, money.

Give me some of that pretty stuff.

Don't load up on too much stuff, they'll hang you up in customs.

I only got a hundred pesos.

Can't get in too much trouble with that. I'll see you back here in a couple of hours.

Okay, hasta la vista, Stoney Boney.

Adios, Stoney.

Don't get in no trouble.

Don't get in no trouble.

Stoney Burke.

Don't get in no trouble.

Merci beaucoup, monsieur. A bientôt.

What time is it, Manolo?

Oh, close to five o'clock.

A la cinco de la tarde. The hour of death.

That's only on Sundays like it is bullfights, eh?

Five o'clock is a bad time to die any day.

Anytime comes, señorita.

Oh.

I see you, señora.

Gracias, Maria.

Sorry.

Oh, are you all right?

It's my fault.

No, no. It's my fault.

I better buy her something before they pull the man on the pinto.

Man on the pinto?

Black and white. Police car. El Poliso.

Is that American flag?

That's a cowboy talk.

There's a rodeo on the American side.

Yes, ma'am. Central City. I ride Bronx. My name is Stoney Burke.

I'm Anna Brayman.

How do you do?

I've seen cowboys, of course, since I've been here in Centralia, but you're the first one I've ever talked to.

Well, there's not much to it once you get by the big hat.

You, uh...

You don't live here, then, huh?

Temporarily.

You don't have a Spanish accent.

I'm all mixed up. I was born in Austria. I've lived in France and Hungary.

You get around, eh?

I, uh... I got about...

I think 50 pesos left. I could, uh...

I could shoot it up on souvenirs or enchiladas or, uh...

Or me?

Yeah.

Here we go.

Hey!

Whoo!

Whoo!

All over the place.

Danger!

Chinaja!

He's dead.

Three bullets. Get the caliper.

Get the license plate.

Name of the driver.

Vehicle number of the engine.

Body number.

Analysis of oil and gasoline.

Fingerprints, including the dashboard.

Oiga.

Check the ashtrays. Dust in the floor.

Where did the shots come from?

Belia.

Send two men to look for cartridge cases.

Covered, ma'am.

One momento, senor. I will be right back.

Uh... there's someone to see you.

Tell him I can't right now.

Oh, uh... he says it's very importante.

Not now.

Well, he says right now.

Tell him no.

He says she's busy, senor.

Who's your friend at the bar?

Nobody. Works in a nightclub. He wants a date.

You're gonna sit there and stare at him?

Oh, forget him. He'll blow away.

Get out of here. Get out. Get out. Get out. Send them out of here.

Hi, Luis.

Hi, Joe.

Well, uh, whose jurisdiction is it?

The car is about 28 feet into Ciudad Central. So it's my problem 100%.

Is there anything I can do?

Find out who shot him.

Anything else?

Try not to make fingerprints, will you?

Hey, I know this guy.

I've seen his picture.

Zellie Hartman. Austrian passport.

U.S. temporary visa.

He flew from Lisbon to New York.

And then evidently must have headed down here.

Why is he traveling by car?

Must be the end of the line.

Here?

Yes.

He was coming over to take up residence.

In, uh, Central City?

Yes, in Ciudad Central.

Well, I sure don't know why anybody would want to settle, uh, here.

I don't know about your end of town, but my end is full of distinguished political refugees.

And that's what, uh, he is?

That's what he was.

Zellie Hartman. Head of political party in Innsbruck.

Avoided impeachment by voluntary exile.

Planning residence on Mexican-U.S. border.

Well, it's a clear-cut case.

Oh?

Somebody just wanted to make his exile permanent.

So you say it is a political assassination, huh?

You round up, uh, all your European aliens.

Mm-hmm.

Check out your rifle permits.

Mm-hmm.

Match up ballistics.

You got your man.

Is that what they taught at the police academy?

Logic and science.

You know something? You've got a lot of promise.

You hang around the experts, you might turn into a pretty good cop.

Chinaha!

Yes, sir.

See what I mean? Smartness and discipline at all times.

You recognize this girl?

She's the good-looking one, came up from Mexico City a couple of weeks ago.

Erna Bremen.

Where does she live?

The big hacienda. Used to belong to the Iglesias family.

She rent it?

I'd have to check the real estate agent.

I can tell you one thing.

She hangs out around Manolo's.

Likes flamenco.

Lights brandy and then spills it on the tablecloth.

That's what you call a real aficionada, huh?

Con pasión.

And, uh, what does she have to do with it?

She wrote him a letter.

It's in German.

Don't they teach you languages in that police academy?

It's okay. Get your car, Joe.

You can drive on their side, if you observe the traffic regulations.

Well, I can see you're hot on the trail.

Straight to the murder, my boy.

You can learn something.

Check the real estate agent and come back here.

Come on, Joe. Today's first lesson.

No, I'll, uh, I'll wait out here.

I wouldn't want to cramp your style, lieutenant.

Uh, by the way, take this burro out of the middle of the street.

I wouldn't want to give you a ticket.

Lieutenant, you're handsome.

You're handsome, all right.

Please forgive the intrusion.

Lieutenant Luis Escalon, chief of police.

Yes, sir.

What can I do for you?

You can invite me to join you.

Something light?

Manolo.

Yes, chief.

Jalisco Blanco.

Jalisco Blanco.

Can I see your passport, please?

I don't have a passport. I came over as a tourist.

You have proof of U.S. citizenship.

Well, I have a driver's license and a professional rodeo card.

Can I see it?

Don't I know you?

Well, my name is Stoney Burke.

Of course, you are on your way to be champion.

Well, I'm going to give it my best shot.

No, thanks.

And your name is Miss Erna Bremen.

That's right.

You know a man by the name of Zelig Hutton?

Yes, he's coming from the States tonight.

I'm going to meet him.

Do you know him personally?

Is this official?

Miss Bremen, I'm sorry I have to tell you this way, but...

Zelig Hutton is dead.

Dead?

Yes, less than an hour ago.

He was crossing the border. Someone shot him.

Shot him?

It looks like a political assassination.

That's what it looks like.

Are you all right?

What time were you supposed to meet him?

Seven o'clock.

He sent me a letter.

Oh, can I see it?

I don't have it. I didn't keep it.

He kept one of yours.

A letter?

Yes, we found it in his passport.

I can read some German.

May I have it, please?

I'm sorry, we might need it for evidence.

But I may have written something personal.

Why don't we make it official and go over to the police station?

Did she have to go?

Why don't you come along, too?

Look, we have been together right here.

Manolo will tell you.

All I need is an account of your whereabouts for the last hour.

That's all.

Well, we've been right here for over an hour, Lieutenant.

Maybe you can write out a statement.

Manolo.

Yes?

Get a pencil and paper.

Lieutenant, I'd like to ask you one thing.

Is she or am I under suspicion in this?

Well, let's put it this way.

There is a killer running around loose.

We don't know who he is, and until we find out, it could be anybody.

Hey, you fellas notice a bunch of cops, I mean police officers, hanging around here?

Well, there must have been a fight.

Yeah, I guess there was.

I don't want to say anything, boys, but Stoney's hunched at the bar with a cop and a girl.

Stoney?

Stoney Burke in a bar with a cop and a girl?

There ain't no way.

See for yourself.

Listen, I'll tell you what.

I'll bet you my base against that fiend kitty cat that Stoney Burke ain't sitting in no bar with no cop and no girl.

Bet.

All right, let's see.

Well, it's him.

Well, now look, boys, there's got to be a good reason for this, you know.

I mean, that pitiful girl, she must have passed out with a sunstroke or something.

Poor old Stoney, he had to take her in there in the nearest shade.

And that police officer's just in there taking down the particulars.

That's what's happening.

Give me the vase, Vance.

Now, now, wait, wait, wait till Stoney comes out.

Now, heck, now, just give me a chance, will you?

Vance, you lost.

Penientes.

Yes?

Pardon me.

Yes?

A real estate agent, this old man, Materos, he sold the hacienda to...

How much you paid him?

Close to 10,000.

Cash.

American cash?

No, sir.

German cash.

Marks.

He's the lieutenant Cardiff outside.

Yes, sir.

And some cowboys, friends of that one.

Wait in the car.

Yes, sir.

Is this what you want?

Purchasing souvenirs, kicked over the baskets, Manolo's bar, listening to flamenco.

Did I spell it right?

Si.

You like flamenco?

Well, I like it, but I prefer western guitar.

Okay, you can go.

I'm not under arrest?

Free as a bird.

Does that go for Miss Bremond, too?

Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Bremond's important to the official investigation.

We still got some important questions to ask her.

Any chance of clearing it up here and now?

Important, personal questions.

But don't worry, Miss Bremond, it won't take more than a couple of hours.

Perhaps you can chat over a nice dinner.

I'd prefer to get it out of the way.

We are only trying to make your visit as pleasant as possible.

Are you going back to the Americans, sir?

I've got to get back to riding around the island.

Tonight?

I've got an evening performance.

What if they don't believe me?

Just tell them the truth.

Stoney, someone killed Sally Hartman.

They might try to say I did it.

They know you're with me.

They got my sign, Stake.

Well, they can lose it.

Why would they do that?

You heard him ask me for dinner.

I'm alone, Stoney.

I'm low on money.

I can't afford a lawyer.

Sally Hartman was my friend.

And, well, he was coming to help me.

They can say anything they want to.

Anything.

What about Manolo?

You saw when Lieutenant Escalante called him.

He jumped out of his skin.

Yeah.

Well, you go with him.

I'll go back and make my ride, then.

I'll come back over tonight and...

check, see if they're treating you all right.

How will you find me?

Just tell me where you live.

I'll check your house.

I'll check your house.

If you're not home safe, I'll...

I'll head for the police.

It's 301 Buena Vista.

Exactly half a mile from the border.

You turn right off the main street.

It's quite easy to find.

Promise you will come.

I give him a word.

You forgot this one.

May I show you the way to my car?

May I show you the way to my car?

May I show you the way to my car?

Yes, Mayor.

Stone, are you in trouble?

No, I'm not.

That girl is.

Lieutenant.

Can I take a minute of your time?

Sure, what's the trouble?

You're from Central City, huh?

That's right.

I guess you know about the shooting.

What about it?

Well, that girl they took into custody,

I don't think she had anything to do with it.

Well, who said she did?

Well?

If she's in the clear, she's got nothing to worry about.

And why are they taking her in?

Well, that's routine.

That's a good answer, Lieutenant.

Maybe on our side of the border,

that means due process of the law,

but how do we know what's routine down here?

They've got laws down here.

And the enforcers.

You know, I don't know.

I'd say you'd be a lot better off

back on your own side of the fence.

What's the rule about crossing back this way after dark?

My border's open 24 hours.

Sorry to trouble you, Lieutenant.

Wait a minute.

Now look,

Lieutenant Escalon's the one you'd want to trouble.

This is his jurisdiction,

and he holds it down tight.

If you tangle with him,

he's going to tangle you up in so much red tape,

you'll get out for a year.

That girl can take care of herself.

You'd be better off in the rodeo.

You bet.

So long, Lieutenant.

Name and place of birth?

Cody, Bristol, Los Angeles, California.

Stony Brook, Mission Ridge, South Dakota.

Name and place of birth?

Vesper Painter, Mission Ridge, South Dakota.

Well, ring the bell.

Vesper Painter, Mission Ridge, South Dakota.

Lorenzo Smith, El Paso, Texas.

You boys buy anything?

Oh, yes, sir.

I just keep the dolls here.

You boys buy anything?

Just this little ashtray.

No liquor, narcotics, plants or animals?

No, sir.

Move along.

Lorenzo!

You just called me Red.

Tourists.