Desert Passage

Hello, Tim!

-Hello, Mr Burley.

-MR BURLEY CHUCKLES

-How have you been?

-Oh, never better.

This is the greatest country in the world for your health.

-I wish it was the same for business.

-And how are you, Chito Rafferty?

-After riding since daylight, I got corns someplace else besides my feet.

-You better water the horses.

Let 'em have a bucket each and then we've got to get moving.

Can't you come in the house for a spell?

I ain't had nobody but my dog to talk to for a week.

We'd like to, Mr Burley, but we're going to try and make Lavic before the sun gets too high.

I can't blame you, you've got a long ride ahead of you.

Maybe you know somebody who'd like to buy our business?

You ain't quitting, are you?

-Well, it's the end of our bankroll.

-Well, how am I going to get my supplies and my mail?

It's going to leave me high and dry too.

Sorry, Mr Burley, but that's the way it is.

Hey, maybe you know somebody who'll buy my business?

HE LAUGHS All ready, Tim.

-How much do I owe you?

-Oh, a dollar.

No wonder you don't make any money, it's worth at least two.

Yeah, but you can't afford it.

I pay a fair price for a job well done. There you are.

Say, if I was a young fella, I'd strike out for a livelier country,

but I'm getting too old. I'll stick it out.

I wish we could. Goodbye, sir.

Bye-bye.

That wasn't such a bad trip.

It would have been better if we'd made some money.

Get the team unhitched. Leave the coach out there, we'll wash it down.

We'll wash it down? That's what you always say, but I end up doing it.

-What is this?!

-The horses, Chito.

Si.

-Excuse me, but did your coach just arrive by way of Yuma Road?

-Yes, ma'am.

Did you bring a passenger? A rather youngish man with greying temples?

I'm afraid we didn't have any passengers at all.

Well, perhaps you passed him on the road?

No, I don't believe we passed anyone.

Are you certain?

I'm sure if we had passed someone such as you describe, we'd have remembered.

Yes, I...I guess you would.

Well, is there trouble of some kind? Perhaps we can be of help.

No, he'll probably arrive by some other road.

But there's only one road from the West.

Well, thank you.

-What she wants?

-I don't know, I've never seen her before.

Oh, she's muy bonita. I'd like to know her better.

BIRDSONG

-What did you find out?

-He wasn't on that coach.

-What are so nervous about?

-Maybe something's happened to him.

-Hardly.

-Perhaps he's been here and left.

-He only got out yesterday, so there hasn't been time.

-He'll show up.

-He mustn't see you, he might get suspicious.

Don't worry, I'll keep out of Carver's sight until the right time.

Oh, what is this here? It's Emily!

Hello, Chito.

-How's the school teaching business?

-Summer vacation started yesterday.

-Nothing to do until fall.

-I can think of something to do.

-A nice picnic, just you and me.

-There'll be no picnics today, Chito.

Hello, Tim.

Hello, Emily. You know, you want to look out for that Romeo.

I know all about Chito's shenanigans.

There's nobody in my family by that name.

I got Gonzalez, Bustamante and Rafferty, but no shenanigans.

You've been gone longer than usual this trip, I missed you.

Tim missed you too, Emily.

We've been looking for a buyer for our business.

-Why don't you drop by the house later?

-Thanks, I will.

-Yeah, me, too.

-Who invited you?

-Two's company, Chito.

Well, I have to go to the store.

Get busy on that sponge. Better make this place look prosperous if we're going to sell it.

-But I'm not expecting. Who would buy this old rattletrap?

-We did.

There must be other nitwits in this world like us.

No nits so wit as ours.

-The harnesses all falling to pieces!

-Well, we'll mend it.

Get the repair box off the back, I'll take it on inside.

-Why don't you look where you're going?

-It was your fault as well as mine.

-Why are you staring at me like that?

-John Carver!

-How did you know?

I'm Emily Bryce.

Emily? Tom Bryce's daughter?

-So you've come back to Lavic, where...?

-Not so loud!

-Nobody knows I'm back. Nobody except you.

-How did you get out?

-What are you doing here?

-That's my affair.

-Perhaps I can guess.

If you tell anybody you saw me, Emily, you'll regret it.

-Tim, what's the telephone ring for Yuma?

-One long, one short.

RINGING

Hello!

-Tim, please, nothing happened.

-Let me try.

Excuse me.

Hello?

-Hello, Yuma! Hello!

-Yell louder.

Hello!

It's a wonderful machine, when it feels like working.

This line is dead.

-Perhaps the wires have been cut.

-Why would anybody want to that?

To keep any word from getting outside.

I'll have to drive over to Garnet to find Sheriff Clay.

Emily, you couldn't make it with that old horse of yours.

Please, Tim, I've got to go.

-What in the world's the matter with her?

-Nothing, except she's a woman.

They all get like that. Nobody knows why.

Like a chicken with her head off!

I've never known Emily to blow up over anything before.

Why did she want to use the telephone to Yuma?

There's nothing there but that big prison.

Come on, let's get back to work.

CARVER GROANS

Hey, bud, did you notice a stranger

coming into your town in the last couple of hours?

-Would have come in by the Yuma road.

-Kind of young, maybe middle-30s.

-He'd be wearing clothes and talking.

-He sort of grey at the temples?

-Yeah, that's him. Where is he?

-I didn't see him.

Then how did you know he had grey hair?

-Because you're not the only one looking for him.

-Who else?

A lady. She's rather well-dressed, had a veil on.

She was here about half an hour ago.

Much obliged.

That hombre with the grey hair, he's muy important, eh?

Here. Take it inside.

On me it looks good. I'm only a workhorse anyway.

Giddup!

-Looks like we've got competition.

-Roxie Van Zell.

She didn't lose any time getting here. She's Carver's girl.

How'd you know about her?

I spent three years in a prison cell with Carver.

Roxie used to come to see him.

That's all Carver talked about, his woman and his money.

If Roxie is around here, will run into him.

You stay here, I'll go inside and ask a few questions.

Hello, Carver. Ain't you glad to see your old cell mate?

Langdon. So, it was you who jumped me in that hotel room just now.

Not us.

-We're your pals, Carver.

-Sure. Did you get what you came for?

-He got it.

-We'll go easy on you, we'll settle for half.

-You won't get a red cent!

Head into the alley.

All right, turn around.

Help! Help!

Follow them!

-They got away. The man with grey hair!

-Get me out of here.

Help me and you'll be well paid.

We don't take money from anybody to help them get out of trouble.

Come on, Chito, give me a hand.

Easy.

That's about the best I can do, Mr Carver.

You ought to have that looked at. There's a doctor over in Garnet.

-I don't want no sawbones pawing me over.

-I help you, senor.

I need no help!

I...must appear very ungrateful after what you did for me.

Oh, forget it.

I'm thinking of some way to reward you. How'd you like to make 1,000?

-Huh?

-It all depends on what we have to do for it.

Come here.

-Do you know this road?

-Certainly do, we just came over it this morning.

That's Presomito Pass. There's a little town south of the border

-called Sassoby.

-Can you take me there?

Senor, for all that money, we could carry you there piggyback!

How about the wound? Think you can make it?

I'm better in your coach and on horseback.

-How long would the run take?

-We'll have to stay overnight at Burley's.

It's a roadhouse. With a little luck we should get across the border

the following day in Sassoby.

So you think I'm crazy, huh?

No, senor, but with a wound like that you could be delirious.

Then what does this look like?

-I'M delirious!

-I'll pay you 500 now, the balance when we get to Sassoby.

I have enemies, they know I have money.

I must get away from them. Far away.

Take it, Tim, before I drop dead!

There is but one simple condition, that there be no other passengers.

Not even a horsefly, senor.

You have a deal, Mr Carver.

I have also purchased protection, is that understood?

-Even if we have to shoot a hundred banditos.

-When do you want to start?

As soon as you can hitch the coach.

That will only take two shakes of a pig's tail!

That money Senor Carver give us, how do you know it's not counterfeit?

-I wouldn't mind having a hatful of it.

-Can I take a look again?

-Here.

-It's brand-new! It's never been used.

Ha! Giddup!

This is a picture of my Uncle Gonzales!

It's a picture of President Garfield. He was shot.

-So was my Uncle Gonzales.

-For what?

For the same thing, putting his picture on money.

If Senor Carver only knew, he could have bought the horses and the coach for half this money.

He knew, all right.

You're going to wear that money out. Here.

When I get to Sassoby I'm going to spend some on the girls I know.

You don't know any girls in Sassoby.

But with some of that money, I would!

Hey, stop!

Stop!

-Hey, stop!

-Whoa!

Throw me that rifle.

They saw your rifle.

-What's that turn-off up there?

-The road to the old Parry shack.

Well, drive in there!

Ha!

What are they doing, going to that old shack?

We ain't sure Carver had the loot on him when we tackled him.

Maybe that's where he hid it and he's going to dig it up.

Not with us watching.

We'll move around so as to come in on the far side of the shack.

Ha!

Yah!

Whoa!

I got something to do. Move across the road and stand guard.

-When I want you, I'll call.

-But I thought... I...

But, Tim, what if he run away with the coach?

We'd still be ahead on the deal.

Blockhead!

-But I can't miss him!

-He can't miss you either with that rifle.

Tim! Something moved down there.

We'll see. Give me that shotgun.

Look at them run!

Holt! Rafferty! Come back!

-Same banditos!

-Did you make a hit?

-No, I just shot over their heads.

-What did I hire you for?

-Not to kill anyone, that's for sure.

They'll kill me if they get a chance. You too. All three of us!

-Maybe we better get back to Lavic.

-We go on.

And remember, no more stops till we get to Burley's. Let's hurry up.

Giddup! Yah!

Come on! Yah!

Ya!

Take a look at that.

Bank of Lavic? 10,000?

-But we've got no bank in Lavic.

-There used to be one in the old days.

-Emily's father owned it.

-I didn't know that.

We'd better take a look in the house.

Hey, Allen!

Take a look at this.

What would Carver be doing with that?

He'd use it to sew up a place where he hid something on the coach.

Yeah, that's it!

COACH APPROACHES

-What are you doing here?

-I was never so glad to see anyone in my life.

-Where's your buggy?

-Back there.

-We'll go back and get it for you.

There's nothing you can do. He's dead.

You were right, Tim, he couldn't stand the trip.

Try not to let it bother you, Emily. We'll take you back to Burley's.

-You can pick up another rig there.

-Not in this coach.

What you expect to do, leave her here?

You agreed, no other passengers.

What kind of man are you anyway?

-Someone will come along and pick her up.

-Yeah, maybe those banditos!

-We're picking her up.

-And taking her back home to Lavic.

-And maybe you'll walk to Sassoby.

-If it's your money you want back, here.

Miss Bryce is riding in this coach, at least as far as the roadhouse.

Mr Burley will see that she gets safely home.

Miss Bryce...perhaps I was over-hasty. I apologise.

Consider yourself my guest, but only as far as Burley's.

-Tim, couldn't I ride on the box with you?

-I'd rather you didn't, Emily.

I'll ride on the box if you're afraid of me, Miss Bryce.

I'm not afraid.

I can almost see your dead father in your eyes.

If you're on your way to Mexico, Mr Carver, you won't get there.

The officers will stop you at the border.

Have you told any officers about me, Emily?

I tried to, but I couldn't reach Garnet. They'll be waiting for you.

They'll know you escaped from the Yuma penitentiary.

I have news for you, Emily, I didn't escape, I was paroled.

You don't believe me, huh?

Take a look.

-After what you did?

-Yes.

I'm free.

Free, to go and enjoy stolen money! What kind of justice is that?

The kind you get with a clever and expensive lawyer.

That money is mine now.

Whoa!

Whoa!

-That's funny.

-What's funny?

Burley may be old, but he's got ears like a rabbit.

He'd hear anybody coming a mile away. He's usually out here to greet me.

-Maybe he's over in the barn.

-Go take a look.

There still a couple of hours till sundown. We'll drive on.

-There's no place to go.

-There must be a ranch or something.

Not a solitary ranch between here and Presomito Pass.

Then we'll camp in the open.

If you're willing to risk it, but we have to change horses.

Hey, Burley! Burley!

Tim, he's not in the barn, but all the horses are there.

That's peculiar.

Maybe he's sick.

ANIMAL HOWLS

-What's that?

-A coyote. I hope.

-Coyotes don't howl this early.

-Yeah.

Tim!

-I saw a face at the window.

-If it was Burley he'd be out here.

-I know Mr Burley, that wasn't him.

-Take a look, Chito.

Alone?!

What are you scared of? You got a gun.

I've got two guns, but I still feel funny inside.

HOWLING

-So you finally got here, John.

-What are you doing here, Bronson?

I came to give you some much needed advice. How do you do?

-I'm Mr Carver's attorney.

-I'm Tim Holt, this is Chito Rafferty. Miss Bryce.

Bryce?

That name sounds familiar.

It should, if you're Mr Carver's lawyer.

-Oh? Oh, yes, I remember.

-Where is Burley?

-Who?

-The man who owns this roadhouse.

-I haven't seen him.

I only arrived a short while ago myself.

Since there seemed to be no-one here, I stabled my own horse.

I found the front door wide open so I just came in.

I don't understand this.

I've never known Burley to leave for anything short of a funeral.

Let's not mention such depressing things, shall we?

Isn't this place gloomy enough?

Anyway, I got tired of waiting so I went upstairs to find myself a room.

Perhaps you'd better do the same, Emily.

Carver, there's one thing... I wanted to...

You're excused.

Why, senor?

We can get along without your company.

Oh, I don't find yours, Senor.

I'd like to speak to my client alone.

Why didn't you say so the first time?

How did you get involved with all these people?

I ran into Langdon and Allen.

Look here.

Oh.

I'll get you a drink.

This looks like the best room. We'll take a look at ours, Chito.

Wait a minute, boys, I have something to tell you.

Close the door, Tim.

-It's about Carver.

-We know lots of things about Senor Carver already.

-What about him?

-He was the cashier in my father's bank.

He embezzled 100,000.

That's why my father committed suicide.

When I saw him on the street this morning I was stunned.

-I didn't know what to do.

-That's why you go looking for the Sheriff!

-Then that stolen money rightfully belongs to you.

-Only part of it.

The rest of it belongs to the depositors who trusted my father.

If he ever gets across the border with that money, there's nothing we can do.

But that's where he hid the money and he's going there now to get it.

I don't think so, Emily.

In the first place, if he hid the money in Mexico,

where did he get the 500 to pay us?

And where did this money wrapper come from?

I found it by the wheel horse this morning.

I guess that means he must have the money now.

If I knew for sure, I'll guarantee he wouldn't have it long!

There's a stagecoach!

I'll move in on the other side of the bunkhouse so they won't see me.

You'd better stay behind the barn.

Let's just be sensible and listen to some trained counsel.

Let me handle your money.

I'll send you the amounts you require from time to time.

You can go anywhere in the world.

You can live in the luxury of a retired capitalist,

that way it will be safe and sure.

Save you all kinds of trouble.

-I don't know...

-Just think it over.

I'll even go to the border and get you past the customs officers.

Because they'll not only search you, they'll turn your coach inside out,

unless you're represented by someone who can protect your interests.

Shh!

-Burley shown up yet?

-No, not yet.

-MAN OUTSIDE:

-Ya! Ya!

The coach!

No, Chito. Get horses.

Take this. Lock yourself in your room and stay there until we come back.

-What's the matter, your shoulder bother you?

-No. My money.

-It was hidden on that coach.

-On that coach? Why, you stupid fool!

Well...

Nothing in here.

Carver always could hide stuff, even in the prison cell,

where I couldn't find it.

Right under your nose. Tobacco, matches, money, everything.

-Find something?

-Maybe I will, in the harness.

I've looked everyplace else.

GUNSHOT

GUNFIRE

GUNFIRE CONTINUES

-Our beautiful coach!

-Our horses seem to be all right.

But look, everything is torn to pieces!

Whatever they were looking for, I bet you they find it.

They certainly didn't overlook anything.

Who's going to pay for this damage? Carver only give us 500.

That's not enough. And, besides, think of my feelings. I...

If they found the money, they certainly wouldn't be hanging around.

Save your ammunition.

You may need it before we're through with his job.

Come on. We'd better get out of here before dark.

HOWLING

HE TURNS DOOR HANDLE

HANDLE RATTLES

-Who's there?

-I must talk with you, Miss Bryce.

What about?

Since Burley isn't here, would you mind getting supper for us?

Not until Tim and Chito get back.

They may never get back, so open this door.

Unlock this door before I break it in!

HAMMERING

HANDLE RATTLES VIOLENTLY

HAMMERING CONTINUES

Get away from that door!

Let me in!

GUNSHOT

-Well?

-What is well? Everything is bad! Look what happens!

You think the money you pay us is enough for this?

-500 PESOS is not enough. 1,000! 2,000 pesos!

-How much in cash?

-Cash?

Cash?! Would 50 pesos be too much?

There you are, now quit bellyaching.

-Better put the coach inside the barn. Maybe they won't steal it again.

-I'll help you.

-Five, ten...

-Is everything all right?

-I'm all right if you are. Did you find anything?

The money? No, and I don't think they did either.

-This gun's been fired.

-Well, I...

A lady should never be trusted with firearms.

They explode more easily than the weapons!

Perhaps now, Miss Bryce, you'll get us all something to eat?

Of course.

-Burley shown up?

-No, he hasn't returned.

HOWLING

-What's the matter, Bronson? You seem nervous.

-Me? That's ridiculous.

You can put Jay and Henry in their stalls and throw them some hay.

I'll let you do that, my shoulder is bothering me again.

I'll rack the harness for you.

-Excellent meal, Miss Bryce.

-Thank you.

Emily knows what I like. Tapioca pudding.

-Rafferty, did you lock the barn?

-The barn has no locks, senor.

Besides, nobody ever steals anything from Senor Burley.

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Who's that?

-Must be Burley.

-It can't be.

-What makes you so sure?

He wouldn't... It's more likely Langdon and Allen.

Stay out of sight, Emily, we'll see who it is.

John! Johnny Carver! Oh, Johnny, it's so good to see you!

Roxie. I sent word for you to meet me across the border.

-Never mind that now, I'm here.

-Very touching, Roxie.

May I enquire how you arrived at this isolated spot?

I might ask you the same question.

I'm here to protect a client's interests.

I reached Lavic this morning, hoping to meet John.

-When he wasn't there, I started for the border.

-This morning?

-You weren't near Lavic.

-How do you know? Were you there?

This gentleman here can tell you I was in Lavic.

-She was.

-Poor Johnny, you look all in.

-I'm all right.

-How did you reach here from Lavic, Roxie?

-In a buggy.

My horse got frightened when he heard some animal howling out

there in the dark. It ran away and threw me off.

-How did you know that you'd find Carver here?

-I didn't!

I was frightened too, and when I saw this house, I came here for help.

Oh!

-A most remarkable coincidence.

-You believe me, don't you, Johnny?

Why didn't you go to Sassoby and wait for me there?

I wanted to be by your side to help you.

A lot of help you've ever been to him, except to get him in trouble!

-Are you going to let him...?

-That's enough!

This woman is interested in one thing, your money.

If you let her make a fool of you again, I wash my hands of you.

Chito, give me a hand with the dishes.

You know that Roxie Van Zell is a notorious adventuress.

She's kissing him!

My father believed that it was she who got Carver to

-steal from the bank.

-Now he's kissing her!

-She certainly told a good story.

-Too good to be true.

HOWLING

That would make any horse run away!

Now they are kissing each other!

Chito, will you get away from that door?

I want to see what they're going to do next.

We have something more important to find out.

Namely, why Burley's dog keeps up that howling.

Be back in two minutes, Emily.

DOG HOWLS

HOWLING CONTINUES

Do you have to walk so close on my heels?

I'm staying close so nobody come up behind you and hurt you!

DOG HOWLS

Why does he change tune?

A dog exists by his nose. Maybe he smells something.

So do I! The barn. It ought to be fumigated.

-Go look and see if everything is all right.

-But I was...

DOOR CREAKS

HE WHISTLES NONCHALANTLY

Anybody in there? No?

Adios, then. Buenas noches.

RATTLING

DOG WHINES

DOG HOWLS

What's the matter, son?

What's the matter, Smoky? Smoky, what's wrong?

Don't you know me, Smoky? What's the matter? Where's Mr Burley?

Where's Mr Burley? Where's Mr...?

Chito?

Chito!

Chito!

Chito!

Stop, or I'll shoot!

Who are you and where did you come from?

I was looking for the innkeeper.

You expect to find him in our stagecoach in the barn?

-So you knew Burley?

-I make him talk!

He'll talk before we're through with him.

But, Tim, just let me hit him once. Look at my noggin! I got an egg on it

-the size to hatch an ostrich!

-Come on.

What's going on here?

-You know this man?

-No.

-I know him. Name's Dave Warwick. He is a gambler.

Roxie is acquainted with him. Intimately acquainted!

You know how Bronson hates me, Johnny.

He'd say anything to hurt me with you.

How do you think Roxie lived while you were in prison, Carver?

She's the kind of woman who always has to have a...protector.

Don't listen to him, Johnny.

-Why did you kill Burley?

-I didn't kill anyone.

I'm charging you with murder!

Roxie, are you going to let him fasten anything like that on me?

-So you do know this man!

-I had to have a driver for my buggy.

I know nothing about horses, so how could I travel alone?

But, Johnny, I... There's nothing between Warwick and me.

If you'd lie about one thing, you'd lie about another!

Don't do anything you'd be sorry for. Roxie isn't worth it.

Just let her go.

You ought to know who your friends are now.

Johnny! Johnny!

Bronson? Perhaps you know about Burley and who killed him.

What on earth put that notion into your head, Holt?

Because you were here when we arrived,

and your answers about Burley's disappearance don't hold water.

Only you had the opportunity to kill him.

-To prove murder against anyone, you have to produce a body.

-I have it.

-With a bullet hole in the back of his head.

-And a witness?

I have that too. A dog that can identify the killer.

Well, you'll need more than circumstantial evidence

and a howling dog to implicate me.

Any magistrate would laugh at you.

It'll be daylight before long, Emily. You'd better get some rest.

-With Bronson here we'll get nowhere.

-If I let that slick shyster get ahead of me, you'll know it.

-Haven't you wormed something out of Carver?

-Not yet.

It's getting light out, we'll be leaving pretty soon.

-If only we could find those pesos.

-Yes, if!

You know, I'm pretty sure that Carver knows his money is safe.

What was he doing when you were out there in the barn?

Do I got eyes in the back of my head? No, all I got is a bump.

Well...I'm going to get one last look at that coach.

-But, Tim, it won't do any good!

-Maybe. Still... I'll be right back.

-Snore!

-But how can I when I'm not asleep?

-Try!

LOUD SNORING

SNORING CONTINUES

-You stay here with Emily.

-No, I go with you.

-I said, stay here!

-Where are you going?

-I'm going to do a little prowling on my own.

Bronson is right, I'm going to try to get some more evidence.

Tim, be careful, you'll break your neck.

See? He land like a pussycat. And he still have eight lives left!

We'll take that, Carver.

-Open your mouth and you get it.

-We'd better plug him anyway.

Too much noise. Take him back there and tie him up.

Move!

Turn around.

Hurry up!

Hey, bud!

Langdon! Langdon, what happened?

Where's the money?

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Who is it?

-It's me, open up.

Better lock it again.

-Tim, you found it! I could kiss you.

-I could kiss you too.

Better save your kissin' till you got more time.

Put it in here.

What are we going to do now?

Get out of here before all of them find out the money is gone.

No, you don't. I saw you come in from the barn

and I've been here long enough to hear all you said.

Now, hand it over. Hand it over!

-We could have got past that Roxie.

-Yeah,

but she'd scream her head off and we'd run into Bronson and Warwick.

The barn's clear. Get Emily into the coach, get it hitched and get out of here.

-We're going to make a run for it.

-But Emily is a girl, not a bird!

On your feet.

Get their guns.

-All right, who's got that money?

-What are you talking about?

-Search him.

They haven't got it, Langdon.

You know where it is?

What's in it for me if I tell you where to find it?

You'll get your cut.

Those coach drivers upstairs, last room to your right.

But, Langdon, you can't handle Holt and Rafferty without help.

100,000 means plenty for all of us.

If we don't work together, we'll hang together.

Give them back their guns.

HAMMERING ON DOOR

-Who is it?

-Open up!

-What do you want?

-That money, Holt.

-Hand it over and nobody will get hurt.

-So you're all in this together.

That's right.

-What about the girl?

-Let me talk to her.

-You can't, she's fainted.

-He's stalling.

Come on!

Giddup!

Yes, Sheriff.

That's right, Sheriff.

Thank you very much, Sheriff.

That was the Sheriff.

Sheriff Clay picked up Carver

-and the rest of them, with the exception of Bronson.

-He's dead.

-Well, that cleans up everything.

-Not quite.

-What's this?

-Open it.

-Pesos! Did we forget to turn this in?

-No.

It's your reward for recovering the money.

We can't accept this. We were just lucky.

It's not mine, and after all, you deserve it.

-Now you won't have to sell the business.

-I see you later.

Wait a minute! Come back here!

Chito! Chito!

-Where are you going with that money? Come back!

-Oh, no.

I'm going where the girls are. I see you later.

What's that old saying, a fool and his money are soon parted?

He'll be back VERY soon.

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