The Falcon's Adventure

"And then the lodge itself, set deep in the forest primeval.

"Here the guest may contemplate the beauties of azure-blue Lake Sunome,

"where finny denizens abound, a veritable paradise for the pisc..."

Piscatorialist?

-What is it, a disease?

-That, Goldie, is a fisherman.

No kidding? I've been one all the time and never knew it.

Gee, boss, as long as we're going to be pisca...torialists,

couldn't we be in the Adirondacks?

You've never seen azure water until you've cast a line off Bermuda.

So clear, you could drink it.

Ah, who's thirsty? We never go where I wanna go.

Do I really seem so selfish? All right, we'll go to the Adirondacks.

You might think of where I wanna go once in a... Boss!

Did you say...? Ow!

I did not say "Ow!" I said "Adirondacks".

Boss, I'll never forget this. It'll be wonderful - just the two of us.

It'll be a blow to the fair sex but we'll keep strictly to ourselves.

-No dames.

-No dames.

-Shake on it? No women?

-Shake on it. No women.

BUZZER That's the bellboy.

Just on time, son. I'll give you a hand with the stuff.

You know, Goldie,

I believe you're right.

I guess this is a man's world.

The less you have to do with women, the less trouble you get into.

Sure is hard to believe that you're going to turn over a new leaf, boss.

-Horrible thought, isn't it? Let me give you a hand.

-Oh, I can handle it.

Put that under my arm, will you?

Oh, I beg your pardon.

I'm so terribly sorry.

That's all right. The pleasure's all mine.

Boss, if I may be so bold as to mention it, remember - no dames.

I was just window-shopping.

Would you call a cab for me, please?

-I want to go to the National Travel Agency.

-Yes, miss.

We'd be delighted to give you a lift.

No, thank you. A cab will be fine.

That's the dame now.

-Sounds like the lady's going to travel.

-We won't wait to find out.

Boy, oh, boy!

What a day to be starting a vacation!

The birds is flying, the flowers is smelling, the bees is...is...

What would the bees be doing?

Picking up some honey, I guess.

"Picking up some honey"! Can't you ever get dames off your mind?

-Oh, driver?

-Yeah?

-Shouldn't we be at the travel agency by now?

Take it easy, lady. You'll get there.

But don't they have an office right in town?

Look, lady, keep your mouth shut and you won't get hurt.

"Get hurt"?

Where are you taking me?

Let me out of here! Stop this cab!

Shut up!

Say, boss, I meant to ask you before - what is a "finny denizen"?

-A finny denizen, Goldie, is an ordinary fish.

-A fish?!

Well, you live and learn!

Help!

-Isn't that the girl from the hotel?

-What difference does it make?

She's in a jam.

No, she's ain't. She's in a cab. We're on a vacation, remember?

I'm gonna catch that cab.

Hey, Inspector, look. That cab is certainly travelling.

Step on it, Joe. Let's see what this is all about.

-Holy smoke! A police car!

-Can't stop now.

Blow-out.

-Hey, Inspector, look.

-Come on!

-Please help me!

-I'm going to get that driver!

-Let the cops handle it.

-Police?!

-It's Inspector Cavanaugh.

-I don't want to talk to the police.

-Why?

-I'll explain later. Get me out of here, please!

All right. We'll get you to your hotel, but we'll have to hurry.

-They've got the girl.

-Looks like a kidnapping.

Hey, Inspector, here's something. The dame must have left it.

-Rent receipt - Bradshaw Hotel.

-That's East 68th Street.

-Room 414.

OK, boys, we've got a little call to make.

Oh, Louisa, my dear.

I was beginning to worry about you.

-Come in, please.

-Thank you.

-Mr Lawrence, this is my uncle, Enrico Braganza.

-How do you do?

-Glad to know you.

-Please forgive me for keeping you standing. Won't you sit down?

->

-Thank you.

-Mr Lawrence is quite famous, Uncle.

You might know him as The Falcon.

-Goldie's been talking too much.

-The Falcon?

Indeed, your reputation is not unknown to us, even in Brazil, but we are doubly honoured.

-Thank you again.

-Excuse me - I'll freshen up a bit.

-Of course.

-Cigarette?

-Thanks, no.

-Do you mind?

-Not at all.

-Nice case you have there.

-Yes.

Your niece tells me you're leaving for Miami tomorrow.

Yes, on business.

I'm sorry that such a pleasant friendship is likely to be so brief.

I share your disappointment, Mr Lawrence.

-But many reasons compel us to leave.

-Might one of them have caused Miss Braganza to be kidnapped?

Kidnapped?!

I thought you should know. It'll keep you on your guard.

This is most alarming. I don't know what to say.

Just what did happen?

Your niece was being kidnapped by a cab driver.

I gave chase and ran him down. Unfortunately he escaped.

Then word has leaked out.

-They're after my formula.

-Your formula?

Yes, I have perfected a formula for the manufacture of industrial diamonds. Extremely valuable.

Those diamonds are used for the most delicate precision tooling - glass cutting and so many things.

-Who do you think would be interested in getting hold of your formula?

-Several syndicates.

-I see.

May I ask what business is taking you to Miami?

I am to meet Professor Denison, an old colleague of mine.

He has come up from Brazil with information about financial backing.

DOOR OPENS

I must go down to the desk to see about our plane reservations.

-Will you excuse me?

-I'll go with you. Goodbye, Mr Braganza.

-Goodbye, Mr Lawrence. We're very grateful to you.

-Not at all.

I hope my reservations are ready.

-Did you lose something?

-I've left my cigarette case behind.

Do you want me to send up for it?

Oh, no, I'll get it. I'll only be a minute. Excuse me.

-All right. I'll wait for you in the lobby.

-Fine.

Mr Braganza?

And the mountain lodge itself, surrounded by azure-blue policemen,

and on a clear day, you can see Sing Sing(!)

It's The Falcon all right.

-Dead?

-No, but he's in bad shape.

Call the doctor.

-What did you do with it?

-Do with what?

-A blunt instrument will fill the bill or a gun butt.

-You're insane!

Uggh.

I'm Inspector Cavanaugh.

The formula.

He was after it...

The Falcon.

The Falcon, yes, what...?

Denison...buy me...without delay.

I know, but The Falcon, what about him?

Louisa...

The Falcon.

Put a call into the coroner and the rest of the boys.

-Now listen, you two...

-You've been skating on thin ice for a long time.

I knew it would break under you someday.

But look, I found him like that.

I forgot my cigarette case and came back...

-So, you were here before?

-Sure! I brought his niece home.

What was the formula he was mumbling about?

-He told me he had a substitute for industrial diamonds.

-Diamonds?

I could see how that would appeal.

Nice dreaming, but if you talk to the man's niece...

-We're going downtown.

-The force will be laughing at you.

Too bad you won't be able to join in. Come on.

Stay here. Don't let anyone touch anything.

-Why, Tom, I...

-Are you Miss Braganza?

-Why, yes?

-Louisa, something's happened to your uncle.

-My uncle!

-Where are you going?

-Aren't you going to question her?

Yes, when I'm ready. Come on.

-Get in.

-After you, Inspector.

-Get in and stop your clowning.

There's nothing funny in your situation.

After him!

-Nice work, Goldie.

-It's always up to me to get us out of trouble.

-Well, now get us out of here.

-Where to, boss?

-Hotel Bradshaw.

-OK.

..Hotel Bradshaw?! We just came from there.

-That's why we're going back. It's the last place that bloodhound will look for us.

-Say, that's smart of us!

-So we're back. Now what?

-Louisa's uncle's been murdered.

-Murdered?!

-The police think we did it.

-Where do you get that "we" stuff?

-I'll be right back.

On the coldest day, you can always enjoy the warmth of a nice, cosy electric chair(!)

Who are you?

None of your business!

Are you an employee of this hotel?

I'm the police.

-Police? What's happened?

-I'm asking the questions. Who are you?

I'm Helen Rae, Miss Braganza's maid.

-Tom!

-Hello.

-Oh, I'm so glad to see you, but why the window?

Sshh! Duncan.

-The police think I did it.

-You?!

Mm-hm.

Well, I don't know what to do.

I ought to go to Miami, but now I'll have to stay here, at least until...

Oh, it meant so much to my uncle to have his plans go through.

-How can I help?

-That formula has to be in Mr Denison's hands by Wednesday night.

-In Miami?

-Yes.

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Just a minute.

-Oh, Helen!

-Miss Braganza, I'm so sorry about what's happened.

Who could have done such a thing?

I don't know.

I'm sure the police will find out.

Could I get something for you? Some coffee, perhaps?

No, thank you, nothing.

Very well.

DOOR CLOSES

KNOCK AT DOOR

-Miss Braganza?

-Yes.

-We'd like you to come out and answer a few questions.

I'm not dressed.

-I'm changing my clothes. I'll be out as soon as I put something on.

-OK.

-This is the formula.

-What should I do with it?

-Take it to Mr Denison.

His address is on the outside.

You'll know him when you see him. He's old and gentle-looking and rather sickly.

We're waiting for you.

-I'll be right out.

-Is there any other way I can recognise him?

-Just that he doesn't smoke. He has a very bad heart.

-Good enough.

Miss Braganza, you're keeping the law waiting.

Just a moment.

-I wish I could tell you how grateful I am, and how...

-Save it for Miami.

-I thought you were changing your clothes.

-Oh, er...

I changed my mind. It would have taken too long.

That's a dame for you. Comes in to change her clothes and changes her mind. Hm!

-Yes, sir?

-Bourbon and water, please.

-Make mine a double double.

-Yeah, they're both for me.

-Yes, sir.

-This is a fine state of affairs.

I want to go to the Adirondacks, you want to go to Bermuda, we get Miami.

But Miami's a wonderful place, Goldie. Listen.

"See beautiful Biscayne Bay, thrill to the horse races at Tropical Park,

sit entranced beneath tropic skies while listening to concerts

at the Municipal Amphitheater in breeze-swept Bayfront Park."

-I ain't going to no breeze-swept concert.

-Will you stop pestering me?

That isn't what you said when I paid your dinner cheque.

I didn't ask you to, you insisted.

-If you'll allow me...

-Forget it.

-How about a drink?

-No, thanks. I don't care for you.

Look, sister, you're not brushing me off this way. Why don't you be nice?

-You're helping one dame. Ain't that enough trouble?

-Let me go!

Boss, take it easy.

-If the guy wants to buy her a drink, let him.

-Perhaps you're right.

-Your berth's ready now.

-Thank you.

-Yes, sir.

If you'd said this morning we'd be off to Florida, I'd have laughed.

-It's the unexpected things in life that give it spice.

-Yeah?

This upper berth thing ain't gonna give me no spice. See what I mean?

How dare you come in here?!

-We're all alone here, baby.

-Leave this compartment at once!

-Have a little drink. I've brought a bottle.

-Swell train, ain't it?

Got any idea how many revolutions those wheels revolve in a minute?

-If you don't go, I'm calling the conductor.

-Ain't I classy enough?

-Baby, I'm staying right here.

-Oh, boss, please, on my bended knees.

-I'm standing because the joints are stiff.

-She may be in trouble.

-If she's in trouble, she'll scream.

SHE SCREAMS Goldie, you're a genius.

-What do you want?

-Your departure and quickly.

He forced his way in. I asked him to leave.

-You heard the lady.

-What business is it of yours?

-You're disturbing our sleep.

-Nobody's talking to you, baldy.

-Baldy?!

-You do want him to leave, don't you?

-Please.

-The lady said "please".

..Er, Goldie...

Hey, lay off!

..OK, OK, I'll go.

Wise guys, huh?

Stuff's hard to get these days.

Thank you. He was rather insistent.

-Oh, that's all right.

-Come on, let's hit the hay.

-Goodnight, Miss...?

-Blanding. Doris Blanding.

-I'm Tom Lawrence and my friend's Goldie Lock.

-You've been very kind.

-It's a habit with him, a good-looking dame...

-Bedtime, Goldie.

-Oh, please, I wondered...

-Yes?

-Would it be imposing too much to ask you to stay?

-Emphatically not.

-Me too?

-Yes.

-Wouldn't that be a bit crowded?

-No, I'll sleep in your compartment.

-Oh.

-That's the wackiest thing I ever heard.

-You're afraid he'll return?

I am a little frightened. Perhaps that's silly.

By all means use our compartment.

-Get the pyjamas.

-Anything for some sleep.

-I'll see you to the room.

-I'm sure you won't have any trouble.

-Thank you so much. Goodnight.

-Goodnight, Miss Blanding.

-Thank you, Mr Lock.

The pleasure's mutual.

-Did you get it?

-No, it wasn't in their luggage, I searched.

-That means they've got it with them.

-They did take one bag.

-You know what to do.

This stuff will keep them dead to the world for at least an hour.

-And, baby, we won't need half that much time.

-Good luck.

-I wonder if you could help me, I've locked myself out.

-Surely.

You're in Compartment C, aren't you?

That's right.

Thank you very much.

First call for breakfast!

Boy, I never slept better in my life.

Boss, you up? Huh?

-Boss! Boss!

-What's all the shouting for?

-I didn't see you.

-If you don't get dressed quickly, you're gonna miss breakfast.

Not me, brother. I'm starved. I'm going to have orange juice, eggs and hot cakes. And aspirin.

Aren't you in the wrong compartment?

-Oh, we exchanged compartments with Miss Blanding last night.

-You did?

Funny, I opened this door when she locked herself out.

-When she locked herself out?

-Yes.

-Where is she?

She got off at Savanna. We pulled in there at 5.15am.

-Now we've lost her, you can give me that envelope I gave you last night.

-Yes, sir.

-Thanks a lot.

-Thank you, sir.

-Say, what is this? I don't get it.

It's perfectly simple, Goldie.

-Miss Blanding wanted to exchange compartments, didn't she?

-She did.

I had to ask myself why. She could just as easily have locked the door.

-Obviously she had something else in mind.

-The formula?

Exactly. I thought I'd better take some precautions.

-The envelope under your pillow was a fake?

-Mm-hm, and it's disappeared.

-Well, then we must have had a visitor.

-Yes, the girl.

Ah, dames in trouble!

-How come we didn't hear?

-You slept well, didn't you?

-Just like I was drugged.

-It's my guess you were.

Whaddya know?

Murders, notorious dames, formulas, crooks.

If it keeps up like this, I'll wind up in a padded cell.

Beautiful Miami. We start off looking for fish and end up with oranges.

-We'll get plenty of fishing once we deliver that formula safely.

-Can't we deliver it now?

-No.

Mr Denison doesn't expect me till tonight.

Where are we going? Might be better if I know since I'm driving.

We're going to Denison's place, 24 Palm Drive. Won't hurt to look before we leap.

I wish you'd looked before you leapt at that Louisa dame.

We wouldn't be worrying about where we're gonna leap now.

There it is - 24. Keep going! Pull around the corner and stop.

-That's the idea.

-See that woman? That's Louisa Braganza's maid.

-How did she get down here so quick?

-Plane, I guess.

-Hey, boss, she's leaving.

-Follow her. I want to look around a bit.

-Meet me for dinner at the Patio Club.

-Patio Club, OK.

CROWD SHOUT

Go on, go on, go on, go on! Go on!

Oh, lost again!

# I can see a secret rendezvous

# A table set for two

# With candlelight and wine

# There we'll share an old Familiar tune

# A strain of Clair de Lune

# With candlelight and wine... #

-Good evening, sir. Table?

-Looking for Mr... There he is.

-Hello, boss.

-It's 7.35. Where have you been?

What a day, what a day, I'm starved!

Lobster thermidor, rack of lamb,

Boeuf Stroganoff. I'll have one of each. Waiter!

Goldie, what about Louisa's maid?

Oh, that dame, she led me a dog's life today.

I followed her like you told me. She goes out to that flea circus they call the dog races.

-What happened?

-What could happen? I lost 20 bucks. Boss, what's Boeuf Stroganoff?

Goldie, please, what about Helen?

She met some guy out there that owned one of the racing dogs. The pup lost. They talked about it.

I got close enough to hear. Then they went to a parked trailer. It was getting late so I came here.

Racing dogs and industrial diamonds.

A strange combination. What could they have to do with each other?

I dunno, but I know what I'm gonna do with that lobster thermidor...

-Goldie, I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait for dinner.

-Oh, boss!

-It's time we were at Denison's. Come on. Let's go.

-Oh-h!

Lobster thermidor!

-Now, remember, if I'm not out in 15 minutes, break in. I'll be needing help.

-OK, boss.

DOORBELL RINGS

-Mr Denison?

-Yes.

-I'm Tom Lawrence.

-Oh, yes, of course.

Come in, please. I've been expecting you.

Louisa wired me.

You...you have it?

-Yes.

-Mmm. Enrico's death,

-it was dreadful news to me.

-I understand you were able to interest capital in marketing this formula.

Yes, yes, it was my friend Enrico's dream to exploit his discovery.

I did all I could to further it.

You...you'll excuse me if I seat myself. I...

-I'm not a well man, Mr Lawrence.

-I understand, and I'm sure we'll be able to finish this very quickly.

But I... Yes, of course.

Do...?

Do you have a cigarette, Mr Lawrence?

Cer...

Certainly.

-I hope you like the brand.

-I'm sure I shall. Thank you.

You're most understanding of an old man's idiosyncrasies, Mr Lawrence.

Some people might dismiss the vagaries of age as hypochondria, but you can see deeper.

Light?

Excellent, excellent, Mr Lawrence.

They're quite soothing to a nervous man.

I'd better be going. I'm stopping at the Miami Palms Hotel.

-If you drop by, I'll give you the formula.

-It was my impression that you'd brought it with you.

I couldn't take that chance. I had to be sure you were the right man.

Commendable caution, Mr Lawrence, but inconvenient.

However, you leave me no recourse, but to do as you request.

I'll be expecting you.

Me too?

-Something new has been added.

-Mr Lawrence, these men have been threatening me all evening.

Take it easy. He likes to use that rod.

-Slugging helpless men seems to be your specialty.

-He had it coming!

-I knew he'd tipped you off with that cigarette gag. I knew he didn't smoke.

-Brilliant.

-Give me the formula.

-You're off the beam, my friend.

-You'd better hand it over.

You heard me tell Denison I had it back at the hotel.

Sure we heard you tell him that AFTER you gave him the tip-off.

Frisk him, Benny.

Get 'em up!

Don't shoot. Don't shoot, Mike.

-Stay where you are!

-No further, Mr Lawrence.

Keep him covered, Benny. This mug has got to be taught a lesson he won't forget in a hurry.

That's enough.

He wasn't kidding.

-The formula's not on him.

-Mike!

-What?

-The old guy's dead.

You're crazy! That little slap I gave him...

-He had a bad heart.

-I'm getting out of here.

-Wait.

-What are you doing?

-Putting in a call to the police.

-Have you gone daffy?

Let 'em find these two together. Lawrence will need plenty of time to explain the set-up.

He'll be too busy to bother with us. He'll keep the cops busy too, which will be right for us.

Well, he won't need this where he's going.

Police headquarters? Let me talk to the homicide bureau. I want to report a murder.

Boss! Maybe 15 minutes was too long.

Looks like it.

Is this the guy you came to see?

Was.

-SIRENS BLARE

-Cops. Are they coming here?

-We can't afford to take the chance.

Let's get out of here.

-What's it look like to you, boss?

-Looks like we've moved.

-Guess you're right.

INTERCOM BUZZES

-Yes?

-'Inspector Cavanaugh and Lieutenant Duncan of the New York

-Police Department here to see you.'

-Cavanaugh and Duncan? Send them in.

-Glad to see you boys.

-How are you, Evans?

-Hi. Sit down.

Thanks.

So The Falcon and his sidekick are down here? They sure get around.

What's this about their being involved in another murder?

Lawrence's wallet was found beside the victim's body.

-Still no trace of him, eh?

-No, he slipped through our fingers.

-He's smart.

-He may be too smart for his own good. He'll trip himself up sometime.

-I wish I knew how.

-He has two soft spots - pretty women and nightclubs.

Is that so? Well, you can count on us.

-Where do we start?

-Nightclubs are no good without pretty women, so we'll start with the women.

One in particular. She came down on the same plane with us.

Her name is Louisa Braganza.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Hello. Yes...

Who?

Mr Lawrence. Where are you?

Still in Miami and the police are giving me a warm welcome.

Yes, I read about Mr Denison's death.

I'm so sorry you were involved,

-but the formula?

-I've still got it.

You'd better meet me in the Patio Club tonight at eight.

No, I'll be careful. I've had some dealings with the police before.

Yeah. All right.

Bye.

-What's next?

-You wait at the hotel room. I'm going to the dog track.

Dog track? Boss, don't bet on them beetles, they ain't got no respect for a guy's bankroll.

The only lead we've got it Helen and that man she talked to.

I might be able to find out a few things. Where was that trailer?

-It's the green one parked right by the track entrance. You can't miss it.

-Good. See you back at the hotel.

DOOR BUZZES

Miss Braganza?

-Yes.

-I'm Kenneth Sutton.

Oh, yes, Mr Denison's friend.

Please come in.

Sit down, won't you?

I read of your arrival, Miss Braganza, and I was hoping to meet your uncle.

His death must have been a great shock to you.

-You have my deepest sympathy.

-You didn't know my uncle?

Only through Mr Denison who interested me in the idea of financing your uncle's formula.

Are you interested in the formula in spite of what's happened?

Certainly. I've been delaying my trip to Brazil because of it.

I called today to pay my respects. We can talk business in a few days.

How long do you propose to stay?

-I wish to return home to Brazil as soon as possible.

-Why not make the trip with me in my yacht?

-There's plenty of room.

-That would be wonderful.

-I'll be delighted to have you aboard.

I'm terribly curious about that formula. May I see it?

I'm sorry. I... I don't have it just now.

-I won't have until this evening.

-Oh.

I understand.

Your caution is very commendable.

Here's my telephone number. Will you call me?

-Yes. Tomorrow probably.

-Thank you.

-Goodbye, Miss Braganza.

-Goodbye, Mr Sutton.

# ..Blonde hair

# I dream of Jeanie with the light blonde hair... #

-Light brown hair, senor.

-You sing it your way. I'll sing it mine.

-Where did you come from?

-Behind the door.

It's amazing what you find behind doors.

-Where's the formula?

-We haven't got all day.

Ain't you Louisa Braganza's maid?

Look, I'm not going to waste time. Give me the formula or I call the police.

Police? You ain't got all your marbles. You're holding me up.

-The police might be interested in knowing where you and The Falcon are hiding.

-Call them.

-Wait.

-I ain't got it.

-Then Senor The Falcon has.

-The dame's got it - Miss Braganza.

-You're lying.

Look, I've got an honest face, ain't I?

The best that can be said for it is it's a face.

-I know it must be here.

-< Don't let me spoil your party.

-Boy, am I glad to see you.

-That's The Falcon.

You better give that to Goldie. I think you're right.

-They're after the formula, boss.

-You picked the wrong place.

-What are you going to do with us?

-I'd like an explanation. Who is this man?

-This is Paolo, my husband.

-The guy she met at the dog track.

Very pleased to meet you, senor. Pleased to meet you.

-Should we tell him?

-Tell him nothing!

Perhaps you'll talk to the police.

You're not kidding me. You won't go near the police.

Not while they want me for murder. After I've turned you two in, they won't want me.

-What are you saying?

-Are you accusing me of murder?

Why not?

You were in a better spot than anyone else -

working for Braganza, knowing about the formula.

-I even saw you hanging around the Denison place.

-I didn't kill anyone.

You must tell him about the trouble.

All right.

I did know about the formula.

-My husband lost our money at the dog track.

-So you got to Denison before anyone else?

-One good way to get a lot of money.

-One good way to get a bullet in the head.

You're against murderous competition. You might have got killed.

Killed? That is not very healthy.

I agree. > I told you we shouldn't do this!

If you take my advice, you'll get as far away from here as possible.

I still don't know what we're going to do.

We still need money.

Lots of people need money.

The dog racing starts in Havana next week.

If I stake you, will you pull out of Miami?

Si, si. Anything Senor Falcon.

You are most gracious. I thank you. My wife thanks you and my dog.

How can a dog thank you?!

RELAXED MUSIC PLAYS

She makes the right kind of bait to catch a Falcon with.

Gentlemen, I have a table for you.

Hey, boss, look!

Inspector Cavanaugh.

-How'd they get here?

-Trailed us.

-I doubt it. They probably trailed Louisa.

-We'd better scram.

You wait outside, I'll take care of it.

Cavanaugh, telephone for you.

-Cavanaugh speaking.

-Hello, Inspector, this is homicide.

We picked up The Falcon. He's over here now.

Good. Be right over.

Yeah.

We got The Falcon at HQ. Come on.

-The cheque, sir.

-Oh, yeah. Keep the change.

Taxi!

Police headquarters.

I can't help wondering how they caught The Falcon.

-Did they say whether they'd nabbed that fat-headed ape that trails along with him.

-No.

That Goldie character slays me. I've seen monkeys with more brains.

'Calling cars 27, 36 and 41.

'Calling cars 27, 36 and 41.

'Pick up stolen taxi cab.'

-Driver, what's the matter?

-Can you drive, Bud?

-No.

-It's about time you learned.

Look, Tom Lawrence with Louisa.

Wait in the car. He mustn't see you.

Perhaps all this trouble will end when I've disposed of the formula.

May I have it now?

I really shouldn't give it to you, it'd be dangerous.

Perhaps, but I must have it.

But you'd be inviting more violence. Your uncle was killed. Denison's dead.

-Do you need any more proof?

-Your concern's flattering, but I insist.

All right. It's your formula, but we're both making a mistake.

-Friend of yours?

-Yes, Mr Sutton.

The man Mr Denison was negotiating with

about financing the formula.

Oh.

Goodbye, Mr Lawrence. Thanks again for everything you've done.

Goodbye. Good luck.

Miss Braganza, this is fortunate. I've been trying to reach you.

Some urgent business matters have come up and I have to leave early.

-Could you be ready to sail tonight?

-Tonight?

-Yes.

I think so. I'm anxious to get home as soon as possible.

Good, my car will call for you in about an hour.

-Miss Blanding, this is Miss Braganza.

-How do you do?

Doris Blanding.

Good night. Thanks for a pleasant evening.

-<

-Going somewhere?

Well, if it isn't my strong-arm friend.

Never mind the cracks.

Let's go.

-Where to?

-You'll find out.

Get out.

Tell me, who's in the back of this? Who hired you?

Wouldn't do you any good if I told you. Come on, get out.

CAR ENGINE STARTS

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS

-Could I have my hat, please?

-Your cheque, please.

-I haven't got it. It's that grey one.

All right.

Hey, boss!

-Where you been? You look like you had a brush with the cops.

-I'll explain later.

Louisa's in danger. You wait here.

-How.

-Hello.

-You talk like an American. What are you digging for?

-Turtle eggs.

Turtles come in shells.

The turtle that laid this should have been told not to sit so heavy.

-Do you sell these?

-No, I work at the Indian village. I'm Jimmy.

-What do you do?

-Wrestle alligators.

An alligator don't know a half-nelson from a toe hold!

Are you sure she checked out?

Did she leave a forwarding address?

Oh, I see. Thank you.

I've seen lady stevedores, boxing kangaroos and dancing bears,

but I've never seen a wrestling alligator.

-We're in a fine fix now.

-Worse than what it was?

-Louisa checked out and didn't leave a forwarding address.

-And left us holding the bag for two murder wraps.

-We've got to find out where Sutton's taking her.

-How?

-I don't know.

-Hey! Here's my business card.

Come watch me work some time.

Watch him work! Fine work wrestling alligators.

-Wrestling...

-Yeah, guess he ain't got all his marbles.

Let me see that card.

-I can't understand Sutton wanting to meet us here.

-That's what the telegram says. Come on.

-Ooh, alligators. I can't stand the slimy things.

-Me neither.

-Are you Miss Blanding?

-Who are you?

-Mr Sutton says you're to follow me.

Get ready, Goldie.

Now I know how Jonah felt, only he had a bigger apartment.

Hurry up, Goldie.

One more thing. What am I? A boy alligator or girl alligator.

-Goldie!

-It makes a difference, even to an alligator.

Mr Sutton?

Mr Sutton?

Won't I do?

Tom Lawrence.

I thought you might like to see me again. Last time, you left so suddenly, I didn't say goodbye.

What do you want with us? Some information.

Let's go.

Uh-uh. Not so fast.

-ROARING

-What's that?

Alligators. They spend the night in there.

Nice playmates if you don't get too close. Take a look.

I get sick looking at them.

They'd love to see you. Come on. Get in there.

ROARING Aagh!

< I wouldn't do that, Benny.

-You've got no right to hold us.

-Then start talking.

Just keep that away from me and Doris.

All right, what's your connection with Sutton and who is he?

He's head of a diamond organisation.

He was afraid Braganza's formula would put him out of business.

-So he tried to get rid of the formula and everybody connected with it.

-Yeah.

-What's he done with Miss Braganza?

-She's on his yacht, the Sea Star, at the city dock. It sails tonight.

Oh, I get it. After you sail, a dark night, a convenient accident and Louisa's out of the way.

Yeah, but...

Boss, this head is leaking, help me!

It's a frame-up. That's a phoney cre...

Nice work. You nearly spoilt the act.

-Get in there and tie up Doris while I take care of Benny.

-If you tell my friends, I'll...

If we don't save Louisa, you won't have any.

-Jimmy, call the police, tell them The Falcon will be on the Sea Star, city dock.

-Yes, sir.

-Come on.

Let's take Benny's car, it's faster.

-Geary.

->

-Did you locate them?

-They left Doris's apartment a few hours ago.

They should have been here. I want to clear up this Braganza business.

I hope Jimmy makes that call.

What if he don't? If I get to be an old man, it'll be a miracle.

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Yes?

-Just came by to see that you were comfortable.

I am, thank you. It's a beautiful cabin.

-I'm looking forward to the trip.

-You've been under a great strain. You'll find the sea air relaxing.

I'm sure of it.

I think you should put all your worries out of your mind for a few days.

-You're very considerate.

-Thank you. I'll see you on deck shortly.

Oh, dear, I knew I'd forget something.

Would it inconvenience you if I went back on shore?

-On shore?

-Yes, it'll only take about 15 minutes.

It's very important.

I'm sorry, Miss Braganza, I can't permit you to leave.

You can't permit me?

I'm restricting you to your cabin.

Mr Sutton, I don't understand.

I didn't intend to bring this up yet, but your anxiety to go to shore is a little too obvious.

I want that formula and I want it now.

I haven't got it.

Oh... I see.

Geary?

If you haven't got it, I'm sure you won't mind my looking through your cabin.

-Call me, Mr Sutton?

-Yes. Watch Miss Braganza.

I wish we could get some more speed out of this.

Do you want me to get out and push?

I think we can persuade Miss Braganza to tell us where the formula is once we're at sea.

-What about Benny and Doris?

-We've waited long enough.

-If the formula's not in the cabin, it must be on you.

-No.

You've one minute to give it to me, otherwise I shall be forced to take it from you.

By the same method you used on my uncle and Mr Denison?

If necessary.

TYRES SCREECH

Batten down the hatch! Take in the lines!

Make fast everything on deck.

-They're shoving off.

-We've got to stop them.

-Let's wait for the cops.

We haven't got time. Let's go.

Watch your rudder!

-It's The Falcon, he's coming aboard.

-Falcon?

I think you'll want this man.

Louisa, where are you?

-Oh, Tom.

-We had a little excitement up there.

I am sorry, I did make a mistake.

Is um...this a mistake?

-You've got a lot of explaining to do.

-Sutton's going to do most of the talking.

-Boss...

-Goldie, you're all wet.

-You'd be too if you got knocked into the ocean.

Hey, boss, look a finny denizen!

You should have seen the one that got away!

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