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- Inspector, please.

I am so sorry,

but there are other formalities.

Your tourist card, please.

Thank you.

- "Captain Vincent Blacky. "

- Blake.

- "Blacky. "

- Blake.

Blake. "United States Army. "

Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm.

Officer Morales spoke of some alter...

Um, alter...

- Altercation. Fight.

- Oh, yes.

Would you mind explaining, Captain Blake?

I was just trying to stop a man.

The United States Army

has reason for questioning him.

Oh, and the man, his name, please?

Fisher, James Fisher.

Fisher, hmm.

Has extradition been arranged?

Well, a request has been put in.

It's unfortunate I haven't been advised.

I know, I meant to do that,

but I ran into him.

I guess I acted on the spur of the moment,

but there he was.

And there you were and there was Morales,

so here we are.

Next time you won't be

so impulsive, perhaps?

No, sir.

- Then you may go.

- Thank you.

Unless Miss Graham has something to add.

No, no, nothing.

You and Captain Blake are old friends?

Well, we have a mutual interest.

- Birds.

- Oh.

Thank you for your courtesy, sir.

We are always glad to be of service

to army officials.

I trust we shall soon

see each other again, Captain...

- Blake.

- Yes, Captain Blake.

- My English is improving, no?

- Oh, yes, Inspector.

I'll tell you a little story, in English.

Once upon a time, there was a cat

who had a little mouse right in its paws.

But he let the little mouse go

that later he could follow that little mouse

into a group of other little mouses.

Mice.

You're a clever cat, Inspector.

So is the mouse.

Please let go of me.

I don't like being mauled.

- This isn't mauling, it's called hanging on.

- Whatever it's called, I don't like it.

Well, you'll have to learn to

if you're not gonna break down

and tell me where

that friend of yours went.

I said I didn't know.

And I said I didn't believe you.

You must know something.

I do. You have the worst manners

of anyone I've ever met.

Come on in here.

Blake?

No habla Spanish so good.

I speak English good.

Oh, what a break.

I'm Captain Blake

of the United States Army.

I need your help, Inspector.

In what way can I help you, Captain?

I'm looking for a man named Duke Halliday.

He arrived on the Santa Maria

a couple of hours ago.

He might be using an alias, probably is.

I hate to interrupt you,

but can I see your credentials, Captain?

Well, unfortunately, I had an encounter

with Halliday onboard the ship.

- He pulled a fast one on me and stole them.

- I see.

However, if you'll get in touch

with Army Headquarters

and ask for a description

of Captain Vincent Blake,

you'll find a crescent-shaped scar

indicated on my record.

- That won't be necessary, Captain.

- Thank you, sir.

I had extradition papers,

but he took them, too.

I'm sending for duplicates.

May I proceed before they arrive?

- You have my permission.

- Good.

When I find him, I'll let you know

so that you can make the arrest.

- Good luck, Captain.

- Good day.

Good day.

What means, "He pulled a fast one"?

Copped a Sunday.

Strange language, but colorful.

Call the American Consul and get

the complete report on Captain Blake.

The cat reaches out

with his other paw, huh?

To toy with another mouse?

- Shall we follow the mouse?

- Yes.

Better no.

Let us rush to the airport instead.

Yes, Inspector.

- What do you think you're doing?

- Oh, I just thought you might be lonely.

- Just step all over me.

- Sorry, I just don't like women drivers.

I rented this car and I'm responsible for it,

and you can't come in...

Well, what do you know? A road map.

With the route marked nice and clear.

Being a moderately intelligent fellow,

I can only come to one conclusion.

You follow the pencil line

and we find Fiske.

Uh-uh, uh-uh.

You're too young to read a map.

It's the right turn, not straight ahead.

That is if you're going

by way of Providencia,

which, according to the map, you are.

I don't usually make it a habit

to butt into women's affairs,

but what's this guy Fiske to you?

Don't change your habits because of me.

I wouldn't if we didn't have

so much in common: Fiske.

I'm interested in him,

you're interested in him.

- Not a bad-looking fellow.

- Is that why you're interested in him?

- Chiquita.

- Look, stop calling me Chiquita.

You don't say that

to girls you don't even know.

Where I learned Spanish, you do.

Oh, come on, hurry up, will you?

Give me the suitcase.

Who's holding the bag now?

Gentlemen, you don't know how sorry I am.

Let's get out of here.

One thing about Jim, he's no dope.

Are you praising him or taking me apart?

Both.

What do you suppose

he did with that money?

Oh, he probably chewed it up

and swallowed it.

- What's the matter?

- Nosebleed.

Ran into a wall. Nothing to worry about.

Here. Here, let me.

- And who's worrying?

- I am.

Worrying my nose might stop bleeding.

- Keep your mind on the road.

- I can't.

In that case,

you better let me drive for a while.

Okay, but remember

my weakened condition.

Look, I want to get there fast,

but in one piece.

So would you mind not taking the curves

so haphazard-like?

Did you learn English

in the same place you learned Spanish,

Captain Vincent Duke Blake Halliday?

Not the same place, but several just like it.

You know how it is in the army,

Miss Graam.

Graham.

How do you do? My name's Halliday.

I was beginning to suspect it might be.

- Bright girl.

- Bright enough.

But a little confused.

You tell so many different stories.

Well, I'm just fishing around

for one that'll keep me out of jail.

That's where I'm going if I lose Fiske.

I know just what happened.

You're being blamed for something Jim did.

May I fill in a few details?

As long as it isn't too sad.

See, when I hear sad stories I cry,

and when I cry, I can't drive.

Never mind where you've been.

Just worry about where you're going.

You see, I'm what you call a finance officer.

I handle payrolls.

Pick up the money at the bank

and take it on back to the post.

Only, last time,

I didn't quite make the post.

Fiske waylaid me.

He had a gun, so what could I do

but hand over the payroll?

- Of course you told the story to the army.

- Well, sure I did. To my superior, Blake.

Didn't believe me. He seemed to think

that I had put Fiske up to it.

So I took out after Fiske,

and Blake naturally took out after me.

You're a big boy, as big as Fiske is.

Why didn't you give him an argument?

Didn't you have a gun?

Yeah, but I was looking down

the barrel of his.

- So I gave him the 300,000.

- 300,000?

- Now, don't cry, please.

- I'm not crying, but 300,000!

When I gave Jim 2,000,

I thought it was a fortune.

Don't tell me he clipped you?

- He called it borrowing.

- No security?

Unless you call a nice smile security.

That's all you got for your money?

Certainly was.

I'll tell you what, Chiquita.

You believe me and I'll believe you.

Step on it, Chiquita.

Look out for the cow!

Don't use the brake. Throw it in second,

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