The Big Steal Page #3

that way you won't lose speed.

- This is a fine time to give driving lessons.

- And keep your eyes glued to the road.

Whatever I said about women drivers,

I take back.

Watch the road!

Stop just past those goats!

Come on, get out of here! Get!

Come on! Move!

Get! Come on, get out!

Come on, get out of here! Move!

Get out, move! Come on!

Get out! Come on, move!

- That stopped him, Captain Halliday.

- Lieutenant Halliday, Miss Graham.

A man who thinks as fast as that

should be promoted.

Oh, it's nothing.

Every time I get in a tight spot with Blake,

I always turn goats loose.

One thing I can't figure out.

You have a gun. Why didn't you use it?

In the army,

they hang you for shooting captains.

I've got a crazy notion.

Maybe you're on the level.

Maybe Jim did steal your money.

You know, I got a notion, too.

Maybe he stole your money.

Get out of here! Beat it!

Shoo! Scat!

Get out of here! Get out of the way!

May I interpret you, sir?

Oh, thank you very much.

I was looking for a garage.

- I'm Inspector General Ortega.

- I'm very pleased to meet you.

- I'd like to get this wheel changed...

- Which did you say was your name?

Fiske. If you don't mind, I'm in a hurry. I...

Oh, you Americans are always in a hurry.

Toms will attend to everything.

Meantime, let me give you the pleasure

of showing you the hotel.

That's very kind of you,

but I think perhaps I better go with him.

Please, I am learning English.

And it's so seldom

I meet few people who speak it.

Well, I have to get a new tire.

The spare is shot, too,

and you know how it is,

a man likes to know what he's getting.

Lieutenant, accompany Toms.

There is no mechanic in the world

who can pull a Sunday on my lieutenant.

Will you hurry it up, please?

No more for me, thanks. One's enough.

I better be on my way.

But your car is not ready, Mr. Fiske.

Duke, there's his car!

You ask the questions

while I take a look around.

- Did you hear what he said?

- Yeah.

- What did he say?

- Jim's at the hotel.

Nice to have met you, Inspector.

I hope we meet again.

- I look forward.

- Thank you.

There he is. Uh-oh, he's got company.

Miss Graham, Captain Blake.

If this were not Tehuacn,

I would be surprised.

But everyone come to Tehuacn

later or sooner.

Yeah, don't they?

Miss Graham, Captain Blake, Mr. Fiske.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

- How are you?

- Getting better all the time. How are you?

- Fine. I was just leaving.

- Oh, really? So were we.

- Nice to see you, Inspector.

- Oh, no, please, you just arrived.

- I changed my mind about that drink.

- Good.

Somebody say something about a drink?

Someone will be very glad

to mention one, Captain.

There is a typic drink I want you to try.

You must forgive a bad custom of me.

Making others' minds before they do,

or try to, anyway.

It's all right. I'm getting used to having

my mind made up for me.

Are you really?

It's the country, you know.

She's been watching the Mexican women.

Our women are like all women.

They listen, they smile, they agree,

and then they don't.

Who did you say

was watching the women?

Too bad you are in a hurry up,

Captain Blake.

Oh, I'm in no rush, not now.

This place sort of grows on you.

Then why not stay? It is crowded,

but we can always get one more room.

Two rooms.

There is always room for another.

Yes, why don't you stay? It'll do you good.

Give you a different outlook on life.

My outlook's getting different

by the minute. Are you staying?

I have been asking him to,

but he's also in a hurry rush.

I'm the impatient type, Miss Graham.

Not nearly so impatient as I, Mr. Fiske.

Such a well chance to practice my English.

But if you must go, you will.

Sorry to disappoint you, Inspector.

Well, I'm not going to disappoint him.

I'm staying.

- Good, you won't repent, Mr. Fiske.

- No, I'm sure I won't.

I'll speak to the manager now.

Inspector, you know, I just thought

there might not be another time.

- I think we'll stay, too.

- Wonderful.

Before you change your mind, we go, huh?

Going somewhere?

Hang up your receiver, will you?

It's liable to keep me awake.

Joan's watching your window,

if you're thinking of getting out that way.

Okay, you win.

You don't have to throw

your hand in, Fiske.

- Come on, draw another card.

- I've had enough. Can't we talk it over?

- You mean that?

- Yeah.

Now you're talking sense.

There's no reason

why we can't talk this thing over.

Hello, Chiquita.

That guy that owes you money

wants to talk to you.

Yeah, I'm in his room.

- All right, where is it?

- Why ask me?

- You saw those two guys get the suitcase.

- Close it, Chiquita.

Yeah, I saw you throw them the suitcase,

and I saw what was in it.

Now, where's the money?

Money? Who said anything about money?

A friend of mine knew

I was coming up this way,

so he gave me a suitcase to deliver.

I don't know what was in it.

Maybe you better look the other way.

- Where'd you hide it?

- I didn't hide anything.

Duke, maybe it's in the car.

Sure. It's got to be there.

Here, you think you can handle him?

You got a cigarette, Joan?

I quit smoking, just now.

- Joan, you've got to believe...

- Don't move.

I said don't move.

Darling, I don't think you'll shoot me.

You're taking Halliday's word against mine.

The word of a guy you don't even know.

Why, Joan?

I haven't changed.

I'm the same guy who held you in his arms.

Who still loves you.

You lost something?

No, not me, Mr. Fiske. His glasses.

Can't see a thing without 'em.

- I'll help you look.

- No need, I found them.

Then we'll go back to the hotel,

us two, huh?

Yeah.

- Oh, Duke, I tried, but...

- All you had to do was pull the trigger,

unless you wanted him to get away.

Don't go blaming me.

It was your idea to leave me here.

All right, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have left you alone.

You were scared I'd find the money

and run off.

Shh! Quiet, Chiquita.

You don't know the birdcage trick, do you?

Or the Indian rope trick?

That's all we need. I lose Fiske, I get Blake.

I'm dead.

Duke, will you give me one more chance?

Sure, Chiquita.

- Going somewhere, miss?

- I beg your pardon.

- Where's Halliday?

- Halliday?

Yeah, the guy who was with you,

where is he?

Oh, you mean the man I gave the lift to

from Veracruz. His name is Blake.

When did he tell you that?

When I was shooting at him?

- You...

- Not so fast.

Let me go. I haven't done anything.

You've done plenty.

You've helped a man escape from me.

I'm Captain Blake.

- But he said...

- Never mind what he said.

Come on, before I throw you in jail.

Where is he?

He's in the hotel. Room 206.

Move over!

- Thanks, amigo.

- Amiga, feminine.

I better stick to Chiquita. Thanks, Chiquita.

- Por nada, grandote.

- Por plenty, that was a tight spot.

So tight I stopped thinking.

I should've put his car out of action.

I wouldn't worry too much about it.

Boy! Muchacho! Boy! Get me a mechanic!

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