The Falcon in Mexico

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.

Oh, no, no, O'Connor, 499.

Good night, darling. Good night, Isabel.

Ahem. Oh, senor.

If you don't mind a suggestion, you're making too much noise.

SHE LAUNCHES INTO RAPID SPANISH

I don't believe a word of it. Oh, you must believe me, senor.

Please don't turn me over to the police.

Oh, thank you, senor. Oh, that's all right.

Call on me anytime.

I am in such terrible trouble, senor.

I am - what do you call it - an art student.

One of my paintings was stolen. It's inside. I called Senor Grenville.

I ask for my painting back and what does he do? He laugh at me! At me!

Oh, I could kill him.

You will help me, yes? What, to kill him?

No, no. To get my painting. You will, please?

Isabel wouldn't like this.

Wait for me here.

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 you didn't paint it, you posed for it.

Am I right?

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

Dolores, huh?

Lovely name. What's the rest of it?

Return ticket to Mexico City.

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

SHE SCREAMS

Sshh!

Do you know this man?

Of course you did. Who is he? Quick!

CRASHING

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? What are you doing here?

My name's Tom Lawrence. I'm well known down at headquarters.

He's the one they call the Falcon.

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'll step into the next room, I'm sure we can clear this up.

I was investigating a stolen painting for her... For who?

She was right here... Take it easy, you're not going anywhere!

Neat job. If you hadn't set off the burglar alarm,

you'd have 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's getting away.

Oh, that's too bad. What's her name?

Dolores. I don't know her last name. There's a picture of her over there.

Dolores, 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? Well, that would make the model at least 40 years old by now.

She wasn't a day over 25.

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

Somebody thinks so.

$21,000 for it.

Sold to James Winthrop Hughes, 542 Parkway.

That's "Lucky Diamond" Hughes!

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

Quite a problem, isn't it?

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

Got a light?

Thanks.

Give me homicide. Ajax Patrol, Hoffman speaking.

Yeah, we're at the Grenville Art Galleries. A case of murder.

Grenville himself.

Yeah, and we've got the man who did it.

THUD

Hey, what's up? He got away!

THEY BLOW WHISTLES

INAUDIBLE OVER MUSIC

LOW WHISTLE

I wouldn't do that, Mr Hughes.

I think you should know that statistics prove

90% of bedside guns shoot their owners.

You don't have to shoot me. I know what you're after.

Here, take it.

Famous lucky diamond, huh?

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

I came to ask your opinion about this painting.

Where did you get that? It's mine.

Is it a genuine Humphrey Wade? Of course it is. Quite positive?

Young man, nobody knows his technique better than I do!

Every Humphrey Wade canvas that's not in an art gallery is in my own private collection!

Strange you missed this one until recently. 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?

Probably some Mexican girl.

Ask Wade's family, his daughter.

Don't ask me. His daughter, huh? Where will I find her?

How should I know?

KNOCKING Mr Hughes? Are you all right?

Yes, yes, Jarvis, I'm all right.

Jarvis!

My painting, stolen!

DOOR CLOSES

WOMAN'S FOOTSTEPS

What are you doing here?

Waiting up for you to come home.

PHONE RINGS

It's probably the police to ask if you had a visit from the Falcon. Yes?

That's who I am. You're Miss Wade, I presume. I'm 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 say nothing about me, I'll return the favour.

Hello?

Hello, Miss Wade? Yes?

No, no, I wasn't talking to anyone.

I'm alone. Oh, well, we thought maybe the Falcon was at your place.

But as long as you say he's not, that's OK, Miss Wade. Good night.

Something funny going on. We better take a run over there.

You seem to recognise it.

No, I've...never seen it before.

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

like my father's.

The girl who posed for this is the only witness to what really happened tonight. Girl?

Well, 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 were 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 serious trouble

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

Well...I don't know anything for certain.

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.

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...

DOOR BUZZER

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?

Taking the first plane for Mexico City. Let me go with you, please!

I'd be delighted to, but... You've got to take me.

You see, my father died in Mexico.

Now, after what you 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 copped a sneak on us!

Detectives. Are you sure? My dear, I can spot them a mile away.

Thank you, gracias.

Take this, get a cab and wait for me.

Taxi, senor?

Taxi? I speak English, Mister.

I have the fine automobile. No, thanks. I can guide you anywhere.

I show off the sights but good. That's what I'm afraid of.

Thanks, but I won't need a guide. Why do you repulse me, senor?

Mexico, 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 you need me now. Your lady friend take a talcum, no?

A powder? Yes.

Perhaps I can find out for you where she has gone. Quien sabe?

Er, perhaps this will help you to make up your mind.

Pancho, where is this lady going?

Oh, Pancho!

The sign on the car, she say Pasquero.

Pancho is my son.

I'm teaching him the business. You are in good hands, senor.

I am Manuel Romero. Come, we take you.

What's this? I own a Tradine, senor.

A Tradine? Si, si, a Tradine.

You "trade-ine" the old car for a new one.

Get in, senor. Get in.

What is this Pasquero, a nightclub?

Oh no, senor, she's just a little town down the road.

On your right, you are now passing the Palacio de Bellas Artes.

Very nice, Manuel.

But how far is it to Pasquero?

She is very pretty drive.

Maybe 200, 300 miles. 300 miles?

Alameda 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, senor. Nobody knows the Mexican police like Manuel.

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

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

You want to make circle around?

Not just now. Look, the sooner we lose them, the better.

And the slower, the surer.

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

The motor, she don't feel so good.

Every village we come to, she gets worse.

But she does!

Turn off the road. Down that alleyway. Si.

What seems to be the matter? Everything, senor!

Some day I get mad at this car and turn him in for junk!

Hey, what about us?

Maybe you can do something, Mister.

Bring the luggages. What's this, another Tradine?

No, senor.

She's a Downpayment.

Never heard of it. Downpayment. I give them money and they take the old car for the down payment.

Look...from here on you'd better stick to the back roads.

No, senor, that's where 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, we are in Pasquero.

Donde hay un buen hotel? Siga delante y a la derecha.

Muchas gracias. Por nada.

Let me give the thanks for my own questions, please!

La Casa del Lago, huh?

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

Quien sabe? If she is, I'll find out for you

which room Senor Wade has died in and you sleep in the same bed, no?

No. No.

Buenos dias, senorita.

Good evening, sir.

May I help you? I'd like to register, please.

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

Who's in number 17?

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

That explains it, then. Lucky Diamond reserved it for me.

Don't breathe a word of this

but Mr Hughes sent me here on a confidential mission.

Do I need to say any more?

He didn't mention your name in his telegram. Of course not.

He's much too clever for that.

Now where is this room? We take it. What kind of number's his room got?

17. Louisa?

I fix it up for you, eh?

Ask Manuel, he know the ropes and he pull the strings. Mm-hm.

MUSIC AND SINGING

Haven't we met somewhere before?

Sshh!

GIRLS SING IN SPANISH

Que simpaticas son estas ninas de los Estados Unidos!

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. You knew I was bound to meet you here.

There's something I can't explain to you yet,

but I can tell you this -

my father lived at this inn when he was alive. He painted here.

LOUD MUSIC BEGINS

APPLAUSE

Barbara! Hello, darling!

It's so nice to see you.

You know what happened? Yes, I told her. It means nothing to us.

But it does.

It means my father may be alive.

Come along now.

Oh, good, we have so much to talk about.

I'm sorry to barge in like this

but Barbara's told me so much about Raquel and Anton

that I felt I just had to meet you.

Raquel, this is Mr Lawrence.

But it is nice of you, Mr Lawrence, to barge in. I'm Barbara's mother.

This is Anton, my husband.

Darling, will you fix us a drink?

Did you say mother?

Stepmother.

You see, I was the second Mrs Wade.

You've travelled 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 night a man named Grenville was murdered.

No such luck, Mr Lawrence. Our engagement was cancelled.

We danced here that night. Everyone knows that.

And 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 Cuchillo.

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.

KNOCKING

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 her dead father has come to life again.

I can't permit that, do 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, which is easily 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, Raquel?

I'll try to explain.

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 recognised

and all his insurance went to Barbara.

I had no money, nothing.

Anton and I became partners and... And he persuaded you to marry him?

Flores, senor, senorita? Of course.

Gracias, senor.

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 are you.

I'm not looking for Wade,

I'm looking for a model of his named Dolores.

But you have given me an idea.

If Wade is still alive,

you'd find yourself with two husbands on your hands.

Insolente! Atrevido!

The art dealer who was murdered may have known that.

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

What is the matter? Did you say something wrong?

Oh 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 thinks her father might have occupied one of these rooms.

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

Many tourists ask 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's the time he said no man in his right mind would spend his life painting, that people were fools,

afraid to attach value to something that could be duplicated

or improved upon by the artist's own hand.

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

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

That was done the 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 for Barbara.

Perhaps she could come back some other time?

You've been very kind. Not at all.

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

What is it?

I don't know.

Something when we passed that door.

Just silly. I'm beginning to imagine things.

We might as well have a look.

How can we get in? The same way I got into your apartment.

Would you say this was your father's?

I don't know. It seems to be.

It's nearly had time to dry, but not quite.

Raw umber. That's sometimes used to make paintings look aged.

I'm afraid you didn't understand.

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

Is this another lost masterpiece of Wade's?

That happens to be mine. Oh.

And the sweater? I came for it.

Then this pipe must be yours, too.

You know where my father is. Don't be a little fool.

I can assure you better than anyone that he is dead.

I was with him until the end.

None of the other women he wasted his life on thought that much of him.

I studied your father's work while he was alive. He often helped me.

I was always 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 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, Dolores.

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

Let me go!

What are you doing here?

I found this young lady in my room.

She's wanted by the States 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?

I wasn't! I don't know what you're talking about!

No need to get excited.

This portrait you speak of. Where is it? In my room.

I'll get it.

Manuel!

What are you doing here?

Somebody ran 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?

A turkey leg. You like to try some?

Not just now, thanks.

Where's Dolores?

Surely you didn't expect me to hold the daughter of Don Carlos Ybarra against her will?

If you have anything further to say to her,

why don't you call on her at their hacienda?

I will. Where is it?

Turn south on the main road. Anyone can tell you. Thanks.

Manuel, get the car. We're going to the Ybarra hacienda.

The car is right here!

What, again? Si! A brand new second-hand Reducement.

A what? Reducement!

The payments on the other car come too high, so they make a reducement on the contract.

Amigo! Go call your boss Don Carlos, pronto.

I am Don Carlos. My apologies, senor. I am Tom Lawrence.

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

I'm afraid that is impossible.

She has not yet returned from the United States.

But we just see her at the Casa del Lago. You saw her? Si!

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

I find that hard to believe, Senor Lawrence.

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'm the best sailing man I ever saw!

Thanks, we can manage. Oh, senor!

It is hard to believe there could be trouble in a place of such beauty.

And yet your daughter must have had some reason

for her...rather strange actions.

Why did she make that hurried trip to the States?

Let me see... I believe she said she had to help a friend.

I have forgotten 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.

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 go himself?

I only know what my daughter told me.

He could not permit it to be publicly exhibited.

I think I know who this mysterious artist was.

Humphrey Wade. Humphrey Wade!

Yes, I knew him quite well.

I hardly think so, my son.

You see, I myself attended his funeral service.

It was here on the island of Janitzio that he was buried

in the little churchyard.

Ah... It was a...

Que hay, chico? Has visto a mi hija Dolores?

No, senor.

Strange.

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 are carrying someone.

Don Carlos! Don Carlos!

La nina!

How did it happen? Drowned, senor.

We found her body floating in the lake. I'll go tell the police now.

Oh, by the way...

are you sure Dolores Ybarra went home after she left you?

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

Oh, so you know about it? You were the last person seen with her.

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

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 blame me?

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'd just about have had time. What do you mean?

Come on, Anton. We have a rehearsal. Come on.

What do you think you're doing?

I unpack the luggages so the senor don't get wrinkles.

What gave you the idea I'd hired you as a valet?

I gave myself the idea, senor.

I double up the job and undouble the clothes.

You're up to something. Me, senor?

You're not a chauffeur or a guide. What are you?

I'm anything you want, senor. I am the best bodyguard, chauffeur,

guide, mechanic, waiter, butler, downstairs man and upstairs man...

You're all fired. Me too, mister?

Yes, you too.

Come, Pancho.

CAR ENGINE

This place hasn't changed a bit.

No service, no management...

nothing.

Good evening, Mr Hughes.

Ah, you're here at last.

What are you staring at?

I never expected to see Lucky Diamond Hughes without his diamond.

Well, if you think I'm going to wear diamonds after what's happened to me, you're mistaken.

One of my Wade paintings stolen,

thugs, footpads invading my bedroom in the middle of the night,

I don't know what will happen next!

Get my bags up to my room, will you?

Margarita, have someone bring up 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...

What are you talking about?

A Mr Lawrence said you sent him here.

Lawrence? Don't tell me he's in again!

Senor! Do you think we permit strangers to take ladies by the arm?

But senora, I was just trying...

I suppose you think you're being very clever. Come on.

Just a minute, you!

Where's my painting? That's what I'd like to know.

It was stolen from me, and I wouldn't steal it from 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 Grenville?

They can't prove something I didn't do. Besides,

the Mexican police won't arrest me without notification

from the US authorities. All right, I'll get authority. Fine.

Long distance.

Senor Falcon?

Yes, what is it, Pancho? I tell you something very valuable.

The question is, will I run out of loose change

before you run out of information? Now, just what have I bought?

You come with me. Pancho will show you.

Senor!

This is the car that bring Senor Hughes. I thought I'd fired you.

Oh, is OK, I don't blame you too much. We all make mistakes sometime.

What these tyres mean to you?

Is muddy.

Seems Mr Hughes made a detour by the lake shore.

Si. And whoever murdered the senorita has taken boat across the lake.

I'd better have a talk with him. Stay here, Pancho.

I can save you trouble, senor.

This car belongs to the inn.

I myself brought Senor Hughes from the station.

But we did not stop at the lake.

Well, who did? You have to ask that to Senora Paula.

She uses the car sometimes for her business.

SHE SINGS IN SPANISH

That man Lawrence. Now he's got my table!

I'm sorry, sir. There was a mix-up in the reservations.

If there was, he caused it.

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

SINGING CONTINUES

APPLAUSE

Barbara!

What's wrong? Anton, what's the matter with her?

How should I know? Someone get a doctor, quickly.

What are you doing here?

First, the one senorita is murdered. Then something else happens.

I think, senor, you need a corpse guard.

You mean a bodyguard. That's right, I take care of your body.

How is she? The doctor doesn't know yet. He's doing all he can.

It was poison. That's settled. Which one of you gave it to her?

You were at her table. There's already a murder charge against you.

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

Whoever killed the art dealer killed Dolores and poisoned 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 he isn't.

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

I see what you mean. You are suggesting it may ruin

the professional standing of Raquel and Anton.

Surely, if a man has 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 recognised the fraud,

so you killed him.

In fact, any number of Wade's paintings may be forgeries.

Don't tell me I don't know a Wade when I see one!

I've bought too many to be fooled. Oh, yes.

And if Wade was still alive,

those paintings would be worthless, wouldn't they?

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

My good woman, when Grenville was killed,

I was home in bed, as he will tell you.

Ha-ha. 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.

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

Don't think I didn't know.

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 agaric found its way among the mushrooms she ate.

Only a little, though, or the accident might have been fatal.

Accident? Undoubtedly.

Agaric is a common toadstool which closely resembles mushrooms.

Oh, well, I'd better make sure the accident isn't finished.

Barbara?

Do you hear me? It's Raquel.

Barbara, open the door! Barbara, let me in!

There is someone in there. I heard them talking.

The door is locked from the inside.

Who was in here? Who was it?

Father.

Poor darling. You're ill. You don't know what you are saying.

It was. He came to see me.

Mr Wade, just a minute. Stay where you are.

You let him get away. That was Wade.

Wade's dead, I tell you. Barbara recognised him.

The girl is 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.

Manuel don't like to shoot ladies in the back. Nice work, Manuel.

Keep the hands up, senor.

You wish this man killed? He's wanted for murder.

I was taking him aside to hold for the police.

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

I think you go now.

What do you say? This Manuel comes up handy, eh?

I work for you some more now?

Your salary starts the moment you put that gun away.

I be your corpse guard, eh? How do you know she don't come back?

These women always change their mind, sometimes.

Manuel, you've got it. I've got what it?

She's changed her mind. That's what had me stumped.

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 did and trying to protect Wade.

I'm glad I figured it out for you. We'll search her room.

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

Tell the word, we steal the whole room.

You wait here. Sure.

If somebody is coming, I give them the tour with my pistola.

Oh! What are you looking for?

Oh, it's you.

I... 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 the back of that.

What else do we need? Paula's behind those murders.

We mustn't jump to conclusions.

Somebody may have planted it to throw suspicion on Paula.

Wade himself, for example.

Or, for that matter... Go on, say it.

I could have put it there, I suppose. It's not impossible.

We have to find Paula and see what she has to say.

I go along too, senor. We give Paula the four degrees, no?

Third degree, Manuel. Third degree?

Four degrees is one better.

Pancho.

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

Papa was looking for her all night long. I am looking too.

Looking, like this?

If she comes in, I see her, don't I?

What is it this time? Guide or bodyguard?

Get your hands up, please. Castro! Martinez!

You have been watched from the minute you arrived in Mexico

by orders of our federal police. These men are my assistants. Police?

Then what's the idea of leaving the body here?

To throw the killer off guard, let him believe his crime has not been discovered. I see. Do you mind...?

My apologies, Mr Lawrence. It was for your own protection.

The slightest move and my men would have been forced to open fire.

The boat drifted in here. Get it out of sight. Si, Manuel.

Mr Lawrence...

You are Miss Wade? Yes. You want to know about your father, Senor Wade?

Of course. Tell me, what do you know?

You come with me.

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 have ever been on.

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

Can you prove he isn't? The facts indicate it.

One of his paintings turned up, and Dolores Ybarra 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 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 to the painting and 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 had 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 Lawrence?

What is the matter, senora? Somebody fall in trouble? Looking for me?

Barbara is missing. I can't find her anywhere.

Mr Lawrence, I think there is something you should know.

My husband, Anton, left early this morning.

He wouldn't tell me where he was going.

It's better we find Barbara now

so we don't find her later in a sailboat.

Barbara Wade, the American girl staying at the inn.

Have you seen her? Si, senor. She is with the boatmen.

They seem to be going to the island. Yes, it's carnival time. Fiesta.

Each year they hold a celebration on the island of Janitzio.

Everyone will be there. Perhaps we'd better go over there.

Yes. Come, we will get a boat.

Barbara! The crypt is empty.

Work of vandals. I'm not so sure.

Just like I said. Wade is still alive.

Come back here, please.

Who paid you? Answer or I will 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.

There they are! Hey, Lawrence! Barbara!

Oh, you frightened me. Don't you ever go away like that again.

See how foolish you were to worry?

Your husband's probably here too. Is Anton here? We haven't seen him.

Never mind, he'll be here.

Look, Mr Hughes.

Even on their holidays, they don't forget their fishing.

Well, let's be on our way. See you later!

Find out anything yet? Everything is in order.

Nothing to report of importance. Everything is 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.

Only one man would be that anxious to keep anyone from recognising him.

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

It's going on now. Let's hurry.

We're too late.

There aren't many of them. We can separate and reach them all.

Barbara.

It's your father.

Father!

It IS you.

Tell me, why did you disappear,

hide away all these years?

Because my life was a failure.

I determined to make a success as a painter

but I couldn't earn enough to provide for you.

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

There seemed only one way out,

to kill myself so you would get the money for my insurance.

I realised that would be cowardly so I disappeared instead.

We're together now. That's what really matters to me.

I'd have risked anything to talk to you.

Your life is in danger, dear. Yours and mine.

SHOUTING IN SPANISH

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 Anton as 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 paintings. Lucky Diamond Hughes. Hughes?

With Wade alive, the value of that art collection would drop.

But Hughes is a millionaire. He was.

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

It's a complete contradiction of character. I think you'll find he has lost a lot of money.

We know more than you think. There's a full report on Mr Hughes.

Lost heavily in the stock market, valuable property listed for sale, secured mortgage on his home.

Then you were right. But you can't arrest a man for not having any money.

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

Hughes doesn't know how badly Wade was wounded.

If somebody appeared on a street with Barbara

wearing Wade's costume... What Hughes tried once, he'd try again.

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

Don't look at me! There isn't much danger.

My men will be watching.

Don't stay too close to me.

Hello, Barbara. Sorry we can't stay. You'll be back, wait and see.

Everyone comes back to Mexico. Goodbye. Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mr Lawrence.

Senor.

This isn't mine. Pancho buy this little memorandum for you.

With the tips you thought you gave me.

So you will make another trip to Mexico.

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