 Blair of the Mounties, the story of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police. We present the 14th episode in the dramatic serial Blair of the Mounties. On Inspector Blair's return from service in France, he finds himself an officer in the newly organized force, the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. The old name has passed with the closing of the war, but it leaves behind it an imperishable tradition of service. Our old friend Sergeant Marshall is stationed at Renfield in northern Saskatchewan. Inspector Blair has run up to Renfield for a few days shooting. Our story opens on the Canadian national train approaching Renfield. Gee, I'll be glad to get off this joint water train. Gosh, what a country! I don't know if I know why we ever came up here. Hey, lay off that stuff, Pete. We had to blow somewhere after that Detroit job. But gosh, Tony, it's kind of different up here in Canada, and this idea of pulling a job up here don't sound so good to me. They've got their mounted cops up here. Mounted cops, huh? You've been seeing too many movies. Them birds ain't used to professional guys like you and me. Why, they don't even carry a rod most of the time, so don't get to worrying about them none. Not while we get this here typewriter along. Well, maybe, Tony. Knocking off this here back might be easy enough, but it's the getaway I'm leery about. Say, ain't I put in a month getting on to this location where this hip bank's a pushover? And as far as the getaway is concerned, well, we don't need none. What? Don't need no getaway? Yeah, ain't gone nuts, have you, Tony? Seems to me all you've been a-doin' is talkin' rusky to them dookabores. Ain't gone religious on me, have you? Shucks, Pete, that's part of the setup for this job. What? Say, them dooks ain't gonna help us none. Them whites don't stand for no rough stuff. Oh, listen, I was raised in a Russian settlement, see? I know this took up our racket. Them guys is pacifist, see? I got next to the old guy that runs the dook colony. Ivan, uh, Ivan is his name. Kidded him, he was strong for his religion. Ah, we got a home there as long as we want. You mean that's the getaway? Sure, the cops never look for us there. It's a cinch, and them dooks will never give us away. But if they get wise to our racket, we'll be in Dutch, won't we? Say, who's gonna tell them? I got everything fixed, I tell ya. We pulled this job. Pinch a car and head south. Then we leave the car and hide out in the bush till dark. After that, we cut cross country to the dookabore village. Then we're all gay, see? Gee, it don't look so rotten at that, Tony. Maybe at my wife. Cross it'll work, leave it to me. I got it all doped out. Well, I hope you're right. You know me, Pete, I never miss. Renfield, next station, Renfield. Ah, Renfield, that's the bird, that's the bird. Now listen, just keep close to me and have that tummy gone handy, see? Come on, Pete, and make it snappy. There's the joint across the street. It's pretty near close in time. Gee, what a sleepy boy. There ain't nobody in sight, didn't I tell you? It's a pushover. You're sure there's just two guys in this here bank? Sure, that's all, the teller and the manager. You got that tight bite of handy? Sure, what do you think? Okay then, step on it. Come on, get near close in time. Come on. Well, looks like I'm just in time. You're closing up? Well, yes, sir. Just say a talk, something you want? Yeah, I'd like to cash a check. Let's see, two hundred and fifty dollars. Pekka's Bank in Chicago. Hmm, have you anyone in town here to identify you? Sure, your manager knows me. He's a friend of mine. Oh, excuse me. Come in and I'll get Mr. Bartlett. Ah, fine. You stay for the talk, Pete. Oh, Mr. Bartlett, will you identify this gentleman? He defended yours. He wants to cash a check. Eh? How's that? Hmm, sorry, sir. Don't need to place you. No? Well, that's too bad. Eh, stick him out. Both of you guys, come on now, stick him out. Okay, Pete, keep that door covered or clear outside. Sure, nobody in sight. Listen, you can't do this. You'll never get away with it. Ah, shut up. Oh, we'll play a piece on this typewriter. Keep that gun on him, Pete. Ah, this is fine. Bartlett's opening everything. Ah, here's the dough. Well, well, this is a soft touch. Give me a nice little can of a sack and here we go. You cheap fox, I say you will get a life sentence for this. Oh, yeah. Do not tell him to keep your trap shut. He ain't getting tired of life, are you? Hey, come on, Tommy. We've got a blow. All right. Say, listen, you two guys getting that blow. Listen, you can't. Ah, get in there. For God's sake, don't walk us in there, man. We'll suffocate. Get in there, I tell you. Hello, Inspector. You got back early. Any sport? Oh, not much. Got a couple of prairie chickens and a mallard. Anything doing? What, in Renfield? Nothing ever happens here, sir. Hello, police office. Hello? Oh, yes, Mr. Bartlett. What? What's that? Stuck up your bank and locked you in the vault. What? The submachine gun? All right. Be right down. By the way, don't worry. We'll get them. Yes, all right. Goodbye. What is it, Marshal? Renfield Bank, sir. Held up by two men, carried the submachine gun. Lucky you were here today. Ah, yes. Any other details? No, they locked the manager and his teller in the vault. Good. Lord, how'd they get out? Bartlett managed to move the time lock setting up to four o'clock and there's a safety release inside for just such an emergency. Well, get on with it, Marshal. Chase over the bank. Get the full story and descriptions of the men. Fingerprints if you can. I'll get on the telephone and put out a general warning. Well, Pete, there's three days gone and nobody got on to us. Well, it looks like the oyster's over, eh? I think the heat ought to be dying down some. Well, was I right or not? Well, he was right about a safe hideout. I'll admit that. But I ain't so strong for this duke of all stuff. Nothing but mushroom vegetables. Don't they ever have any meat for gossips? Well, no. You see, they're all vegetarians. Don't believe in taking life. Well, they're awful strict against killing. And these are prayer meetings every night. And me singing hymns. Can you picture it? Say, boy, if it gets any worse, I am for making a break. Cops are no cops. Ah, take it easy, Pete. They got a big celebration today. Kind of a parade. You ain't going in no parade, are you? Easy now, easy. We got to kid them along. You see, I had to tell this old Ivan guy that he was interested in their religion. They got some funny stunts. Why, they might want to put us through some sort of a ceremony today. What? I tell you, I ain't going to stand for it. Hey, pipe down. Pipe down. You've got to go through with it. Why, it ain't going to hurt us none. Well, all right. Say, what time is it? Pretty near daybreak, I reckon. He'll be starting the doings in a little while. Hey, Tony. Hey, looky here. Why, what's wrong? Well, goss, where's them clothes on mine? Oh, hold on. Wait a minute. Hey, you lousy double-crossing rat. Hey, what's eating you? Why, that dough. It was under the mattress. Come on now, where is it? Where is it? Why, how do I know? Say, looky here. Where's that, that gun of mine's gone too? Huh? I know what it is. It's them crazy dukes. They got it in the night. Hmm, wise guy, ain't ya? Now they got the whole whites, clothes and all. Hold on, hold on, let me figure this out now. They got it? Ya see, these birds are celebrating their anniversary today. It's okay. They always pull damn stunts. Everybody goes on a naked procession. It's just a stunt, Pete. You mean they don't wear no clothes at all? That's right. The whole outfit goes naked till sunset. I forgot to tell ya, Pete, but it's only a stunt. Only a stunt? But listen here. How about that gun and all that dough? 50,000 bucks. For goss sakes. Hello? Oh, guess they're just sort of taking care of it for us. Oh, it'll be okay, Pete. Hey, look out. Here's somebody coming. Look out. Ah, my friend. The day has come. Oh, yeah? Say, what for goss sakes? This guy ain't got no clothes on. Sure, good morning. Ivan, say, you took them clothes. We ain't got nothing to wear. Ah, yes. Today, we put off all earthly clothing. It is the law. Well, yes. But say, there was some money we had here. Do you know anything about that? Money. Yes. If you take the duke of Orphe, all money is common property. We have it safe. From the weapon of violence you have, it's not allowed. We destroy it. Oh, suffering cats. See here, Marshal, those fellas couldn't have disappeared like that. It's impossible. I don't know whether it's impossible or not, sir, but there isn't a trace of them. We have accurate descriptions out everywhere. A few false alarms have been checked, but actually they seem to have just disappeared. That's funny. It looks bad too. I got a wire from the commissioner. He's all hot about it. Bank authorities are raising canes. The most baffling thing I ever saw. Better forget it for a while, inspector. Something sure to turn up. Anyhow, I've got another job today. What's that? Duke of Orphe. Duke of Orphe, what's wrong with them? Today is the 23rd. They have a big powwow at the duke of Orphe village. It's one of their big days. I had the tip from Cameron a while ago, and they're putting on one of those naked processions again. Really? Funny people those duke of Orhe's. Fancy pulling that sort of thing nowadays. It seems to be the other way of celebrating. What are you going to do? Oh, I was going to get Cameron and a couple of deputies and take a run out there. There isn't much we can do, except had them off so that they don't cause a scandal in town. One thing, they never get violent. No, that's funny. They're all big husky men if they ever did start anything rough it would be awkward. Yes. Like to ride out there with me? Ah, yes. I suppose it matters well. All right. Let's be going. There they come, inspector. Bye, Joe. Yes, and they're heading to the town. All right, it's your show. Better get off that hit man. Hey there, what a din. Ah, policeman. What do you seek? Where are you heading? We go to the town. Nothing doing, Ivan. You know, there'll only be trouble. You'll get fined again if you go there. No, we have now plenty of money. Good fortune has come to us. We care not for fines. See, inspector, I don't get this. Old Ivan got some bee in his body. Said he has plenty of money. Well, we've got to stop them somehow. We can't do that unless we can prove a criminal action by any of them. And they never commit crimes. Hold on. Hold on. Look, Marshal. By what song? See those two men? Remember that description? Gad, yes. It's those two crooks who robbed the bank. Jumping mooses. Tony Bogovsky. There's a chance. Pick them up quick, Marshal. Well, they're all the ridiculous things. You two, stand still. No, what? What? No. Hey, cut that out, Tony. We checked your fingerprints yesterday. Come on, talk English. Hey, you guys, it's making a mistake. I tell you. Now, you dullets. Dukes. Parades. Applesauce. Come on. Come on. Give me a hand, inspector. All right. Let's have that pair of handcuffs, Marshal, before I die of laughing. Help me. Jimmy, what a headline for the Chicago Papers. Tony Bogovsky leads Dukapore Parade. You have heard Episode 14 in Blair of the Mounties. Tune in for the next chapter in this serial entitled The Clover Creek Mystery.