Jitterbugs Page #2

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Jail's too good for these robbers.

We ought to take care of them.

- You're right.

- They can't take me.

- We want our dough.

- Come on.

Folks, don't let your tempers boil over.

These men will be dealt with by the law.

My purse.

My purse.

Well, what l can't understand is why did

you pretend to be a county detective...

unless the gas pills

didn't have the desired effect?

What do you suppose

is running this car at the present time?

- He's right, Ollie, we're going okay.

- Well, what happened to the man's car?

He got mixed up in the directions or

there was something wrong with his car.

- How much we take in?

- Two hundred and twenty-three dollars.

- L'll take my half now.

- All right.

There you are.

Hey, wait a minute, fellows.

What?

Didn't l split the money fifty-fifty?

That's not it. We gotta go back.

- Go back! Why?

- This purse belongs to a girl in Midvale.

- L was holding it for her.

- Lf anyone sees us...

they'll throw us all into the jug...

and they'll find out

that you're really not an officer.

- How am l gonna get this back to her?

- L'll take it.

How did you get here?

I got into the back of the trailer

when you were leaving.

The question now is,

how do l get back to Midvale?

Oh, l got an idea.

You two drive to the place

where l parked my station wagon.

We'll ride back in the trailer.

Come on, baby. l'll explain everything

to you in words of one syllable.

No wonder

he wanted to go back to Midvale.

- Why?

- Well, because the girl lives there and...

Never mind why!

Look, you're doing 70 miles an hour.

I'm not doing 70 miles an hour.

I'm not even doing 50 miles an hour.

In fact, l'm not even doing

35 miles an hour.

- Well, it says there 70.

- That speedometer's stuck.

Oh, l'm sorry. l didn't know.

Why don't you look

where you're going.

- L'll get it.

- Thank you.

- Hey, what's this?

- Lt's a picture taken...

when Mother put through

a real-estate deal on our property.

- Your folks got money?

- L've a rich aunt in Boston.

She bought the property for Mother.

What kind of a deal was this?

Mother puts in her property

in $ 1 0,000...

and the eastern financiers

put in 1 5,000.

L've seen one of those faces.

Around a racetrack.

Louisville, a horseplayer

named "One Horse" Bates.

You might let me in on this.

Honey, l'm afraid

your poor old gray-haired mother...

has been sadly gypped.

There's my car, baby, hop in.

I gotta go up and see the Rover boys.

Boys, l gotta drive this girl

back to Midvale.

- Back to Midvale?

- Lsn't there any other way?

There's more. From what she tells me,

her mother was gypped out of $ 1 0,000.

- That's a lot of dough.

- Yeah, a lot of money too.

It's worth going after.

Now, l have a hunch who the gang is.

- L'm gonna try and get it back.

- You're a swell guy...

- to try and get that money back.

- Yes, anything we can do to help...

l knew l could count on you.

Stay on this route

and l'll catch you before long.

- Righto.

- Okey-dokey.

Stanley, do you believe

in love at first sight?

Well, it saves a lot of time.

Mr. Cass,

this gentleman seems to think...

that Mother has been swindled

in the land deal.

This is Mr...

- l don't even know your name.

- We never got around to that.

- Wright. Chester Wright.

- L'm very glad to meet you, sir.

Though l'm quite certain that you're

mistaken. The money is in my safe.

Yeah? Ten will get you 20 that it isn't.

And a Wright is never wrong.

Mr. Wright, l hope you're wrong.

There, you see, and the signatures.

Just as l put it into my safe, Mr. Wright.

Oh, sure, sure.

Now, who's gonna open it?

Why, l think Miss Cowan

should open it...

since she will someday

be the owner of the property.

Why, l don't understand it.

I put that money in the envelope

and sealed it.

It was never out of my sight

until l put it into the safe.

He's even used a copy

of the Daily Planet.

He never dropped it on the floor?

Yes, now that l think of it,

but he initialed it...

before he dropped it.

And the initials were still there.

Why, of course.

That's known as the old convincer.

The phony envelope was initialed

before he came in.

I'm going down

to tell the chief of police.

L'd like to break their necks.

I only hope

the police catch up with them.

What good would that do?

Even if the police arrested them...

they'd only spend the money

on lawyers to defend them.

Then if you win, you lose.

Maybe, but l've been thinking.

I'm going after that money.

What do you mean?

Well...

money lost through larceny

can often be recovered the same way.

Remember l told you l recognized

one of those faces, a horseplayer?

Well, what track opens next week?

New Orleans.

- And that's where l'm heading.

- Fine, l'll go along with you.

You know, if we hadn't

have run out of gas on the desert...

Chester would have

never gone to Midvale...

and he would never have met her.

And now he's going to recover

her money.

To her, he's a real hepcat.

Right in the groove.

And they'll fall in love...

get married.

And live in a cottage

bowered with roses.

A country estate.

You know, we could work for them...

and we could live in peace

and contentment.

You paint a pretty picture, Stanley.

They could name

their first baby Stanley.

What's the matter with Oliver?

Stanley's a nice name.

Oliver.

Well, they could have twins.

We'll suggest that to them.

- What's my point, baby?

- Six.

You know you always

shoot sixes, Corky.

My name is Colonel Watterson Bixby

of Leaping Frog, Amarillo County, Texas.

How do you do, colonel? We've assigned

the governor's suite to your party.

- L hope you'll like it.

- You all are most kind, sir.

Okay, there's your 2 bits.

If l keep on playing this game,

you'll be wearing mink.

This is my secretary,

Mr. Chester Wright...

and this is my butler, valet

and general factotum, Potts.

Carry those bags upstairs,

and don't take no for an answer.

Yes, sir.

I have some valuables

l'd like to entrust to your care, sir.

This one contains $20,000

in currency.

And this, some very valuable

contracts and documents.

They'll be perfectly safe, l assure you.

Just a moment, l'll give you a receipt.

My, what a pretty little girl.

How do you do, miss? Let me see.

I don't remember your name,

but l know we've met.

There goes the colonel again.

And he's got the most jealous wife

in the whole state of Texas.

That's Corcoran,

one of the men at the desk.

Yeah, l recognized him

from his picture.

Okay, you two, break it up.

Susan, we'll see you later upstairs.

Goodbye, miss.

You all here for the races, gentlemen?

I'm sorry, sir,

but business prevents that pleasure.

After you, sir.

Corcoran, you might

at least have knocked.

Dorcas, ready money

just walked in the hotel.

- Kale, mazuma, moola?

- The old lettuce and plenty of it.

A Texas Casanova by the name

of Col. Watterson Bixby...

- and a sucker for dames.

- That's nothing, so are you.

Dorcas, this is business. Listen.

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