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Well, I see, Mr. Grovich. In my last picture, a man cheeses a man across Golden Gate Bridge. You know where we took that picture? Golden Gate Bridge. Precisely, you have the feel of it. Real people, real places, real blood in the heart of the heroine, real bullets. Yeah, sure, Mr. Grovich. And it's real money, too, I suppose. But what about... He's made a picture, but he can't release it, Valentine. Why not? Nobody will buy it. The world is clamoring for it. So is the Academy. And so is my bank. I have got a million dollars tied up. Well, what's the matter? What happened? Vic Ruskin. That's what's happened. Vic Ruskin? Huh? Yes, yes, a name for ancient history. One of the prehistoric thorns in my side. Lieutenant, I've heard of Ruskin, but I thought he was dead. So did I. So did the police in half a dozen cities all over the world. Only to be honest about it, he just disappeared ten years ago. He might have stayed that way if it hadn't been for my friend Grovich here. But no, no, he's got to go around raising the dead, Mr. Valentine. This latest picture of mine that I can't release. It's a masterpiece. Why? It is real. What's real about it? Real people. Real people like bank robbers, murderers, you know. Like Vic Ruskin. He's in it. His name. Things he did. Oh, now I get it, Mr. Grovich. You've done one of your super thrillers based on some of Vic Ruskin's crimes. And you haven't bothered to get his permission first. But I thought he was dead. Then he had no relatives. What makes you think he is dead? He sent us a letter. He read about the picture in the fan magazine. He wants $50,000 for the bride to use her once in his life. $50,000 cash and the lawyer to tell me. Did he sign the letter? Yeah, sure. But there isn't a record of his signature we could check. But there's a record of other things. In the letter he gives facts about his crimes only he and the police could have known. Well, there's no doubt about it. It's him all right. Okay, okay, so Vic Ruskin's alive instead of dead. And he's got the amazing gold. I want $50,000. We're going to give him the money. And if he sticks his neck out far enough to take the cash, maybe the police can close in and get him extradited before he pulls into hiding again. Say that again, will you? Extradited? Well, whoever delivers the money will have to go to Panama, naturally. That's where the letter came from. Panama? Oh, no, wait a minute. Mr. Valentine, think of my picture. It's in the can, but on the hook. Look, it's a big favor to us, Valentine. Stop it, both of you. George, it's suicide. Mr. Ruskin will know that whoever's bringing the money will want to catch him, too. Mr. Brooks, all Valentine does is deliver the money, get Ruskin's signature on the release, then duck out and we do all the rest. Yeah, and I suppose I find this guy wearing a sign around his neck saying, Well, it's here in the letter. You meet a guide who'll take you to him, Del Catoni. Now, you meet Del Catoni at Balboa when you land at Tokuman Airport. There, you see nothing to it, Angel. Just an eight-ball with wings. Would you be looking for someone? Excuse me, my friend, would you be looking for someone? Huh? Oh, no, no, I just got in. Oh, you didn't. What's that? My friend, I couldn't help noticing. You've been walking around the airport with your bag there like a man lot. As a native of the parts, I always like to help. Okay, Irish, I got in half an hour ago from an agla. I have been looking for somebody, but not with your accent, I'm afraid. You're not Del Catoni. Uh, friend, my friend, the friend. He asked me to meet you. Del Catoni is a musician, plays in the sailor place in the old town, Club Cortez. And Mr. Valentine, since your plane came in at night... He wouldn't have met me anyway. Of course, to guide you to someone. So, if you'll just be coming with me... Not quite so fast, but such a crowd here, a man would... Well, he should know how easy it is and a crowd to... No, no, you don't. Let's go to that bank. Hey, you! Senor! Senor, what is it? You're sick, what has happened? Senor, please! No, no, no, it's nothing. Forget it. What, Senor, the man? I saw the man. Nothing happened, I said. Skipper, would you? A sucker just stole my three clean shirts, that's all. Welcome to Panama. You're not drinking, Monsieur? No. In the Club Cortez, everyone drinks. Yeah, sure. Well, I'm way behind. I'm an exception, that's all. But you are alone. That's the way exceptions always are. Now, look, there's an English sailor across the bar who wants somebody to talk to. He's quite happy talking to himself. I'm a singer, but in the Club Cortez, the boss says everyone should have a partner. What are you doing here? Waiting for the music to stop. The orchestra. I like to visit with musicians. Oh. And why are you in Panama? Oh, now, look, sister, I don't see where. Oh, wait a minute. Come on, sit down. Thank you. You bump into people, don't you? Well, I had a friend down here. One's name was Ruskin, I believe. Of course, Vic Ruskin. What do you have to drink? Nothing. Where did you know him? When? A long time ago. Know where he is now? I wish that I did. I wish I could help you, Monsieur. Oh, what do you mean? Nothing. Just that Vic Ruskin is dead, isn't he? Okay, lady, many thanks anyway. But, Monsieur... I'll stick to musicians, thank you. Show me which one of these marimba boys is Catoni, will you? Del Catoni. Yeah, that's right. I'd like to meet him. Everybody should have a partner. Then you're still alone, aren't you? I still have a chance. What's that? Don't you read Spanish? It was in all the newspapers. Come on, come on, let's have it. Del Catoni was found murdered in the street, Monsieur, more than three days ago. Hey, Mr. Valentine. Make yourself at home in my room, my friend. I had a little key, and it just happened to fit. Oh, well, don't apologize, Buster. After the run-around I've been through, I'm glad to have a man-sized shadow to work out on. No, no, no, let go. I suppose you brought my suitcase back, huh? Yes, yes, I did. The shirts didn't fit, huh? You came to look for some more. Please, please, I only wanted to see you. All right, Irish, here I am. I'll make it fast. My regards to you. Now, in the first place, Mr. Valentine. Come on, fasty. What you must understand about the airport, I didn't intend to... Now, you listen to me. You knew Catoni was dead, but he was supposed to meet me. You know I'm delivering money to Vic Ruskin. Maybe you even know where Ruskin is. Well, now take the words out of your mouth and let's have it. Mr. Valentine, my name is Pissarro Fane. Oh, great combination. The South American Irish. I'd have you know in the artillery under seem on below... Bolivar, my grandfather was... Yeah, come on, come on, come on. All right, all right. Never mind, it's a good story sometimes. By occupation, Mr. Valentine, I'm by way of being a barrister. Lawyer? Oh, this gets wilder and wilder, doesn't it? What do you chase for ambulances down here? Ambulances all. I'm not in regular practice, as they say. Yeah, I can imagine. I have a preference for living down the coast. You know, banana plantations and hardwood jungles. You mean down where it's harder, you find there's less heat. You're a smart man. I admit the stupidity of trying to steal that $50,000 from you, but Mr. Valentine, do you know what a quid pro quo is? Sure. It's the first nickel in the slot machine. Remuneration, reward. It'll even be legal. You mean if you can't fry a fish one way, you'll do it another? Now, what's the idea? You want to sell me what you know? Is that it? I'll do even better. I'll sell an object. A statue. A what? A statue, my friend. In a bamboo ticket by a patra. And as for what all I know, well, I'm sure we can reach a price. Yeah. You know, prices are slipping these days. Mr. Valentine, my information would be accurate. I'm not an amateur informant. Don't be so eager for Zorro. You make it sound even funnier. Please, don't bother to answer that. Yeah, hello. Hello, Monsieur. Well, that's you, huh? Who better would you expect, Monsieur? Pan American Airways with a free ticket home. I'm getting sick of the local population. But I'm only trying to help you, Monsieur. Oh, sure. I know. Now, look, I'm busy right now. I've got a professional liar here. Now, look, Valentine. But, Monsieur, listen. I've been tracing the actions of the musician for you. Del Cattone. I found a ship captain, Captain Tug, who was with him a week ago down the coast. Down the coast? The captain knows nothing, but he picked up Cattone a week ago from a visit to some banana plantation. Huh? Lady, maybe you've just begun to clean up a liar. What? But, Monsieur, can't I help more? Can't I...? Thanks, no. I, uh... I just decided to make a purchase someplace else. Mr. Valentine! 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You're to deliver it to Vic Ruskin, the criminal who's been hiding out for 10 years but is now threatening to sue a movie company which dared to make a movie about him on the supposition that he was dead. But it's not so easy delivering the money, is it? The guide Ruskin sends to meet you is murdered before your arrival. And then a lawyer of sorts who is offering to sell his knowledge is shot from outside your own hotel window. Well, if your name is George Valentine, you give yourself a third and last chance as you sail down the coast with a girl you found in a bar and the boat captain she found, Captain Todd. Well, a little calmer this morning, huh? Yeah. Yeah. You don't talk much, do you, Captain? Well, I talk. There is nobody to talk to but people. Anyway, it is a little calmer. I'm turning into the main river cutter. Yeah, yes, I see. Can't you remember any more about dropping Katoni off, picking him up on your way back to Panama? Didn't he? Wake up down there. Hey, room. High speed. Watch the bridge is scraping in the middle of it. See, look, Captain Todd, the plantation pier. Don't you know who lives there? Haven't you ever heard the name Vic Ruskin? I do, yeah. The big-clut plantation I do business for. The little forgotten dead ones. Numbers and places, that's all. For the alligators and snakes to lie waiting for men to lose their fight with the jungles. Each one of us to his own craziness, eh? What do you mean? Listen, Clark, she found you, but I hired you. I'm paying the bill. You understand? Eh? That's not so crazy. I don't forget. They're almost there, Monsieur. Yeah. When we go ashore, when you give him the money, what will you say? I'm going alone. It may be hard to find it. If there's a house, it won't be far from the pier. If Ruskin's in it, I'll be back on the boat fast. I knew him once. I could help to recognize him for you. Look, sister, I've got my own way. Cut it out, will you, Sammy? Sure, sure. Who'd you think it'd be? Excuse. Excuse. Go with me. Sure, it's real funny, isn't it? We're Indian getting my gun. Well, what do you expect, tourist? You don't think I'd let you come calling with a gun in your pocket? Come on, come on. Sign the papers, Ruskin. I've got a date. Well, I've got to read the small print, ain't I? Boy, hold them warehouses. I'm in the movies, Valentine. I hear by release all rights. That's me. Yeah, well, it kills me, too. Let's see a sample signature. A legal beagle, huh? And there, how do you like that? Oh, it's the same all right. Check it against the letter I wrote, Grovish. Okay, you're it. Now come on, scribble it on the papers. There's a little matter of money. There you are, big shot. 50 grand. Look, oh, baby, look. You don't know what they mean down here. That's too bad Katoni can't be seeing this. He'd enjoy it. Look at him. You could drop one on his grave. Look at all the... What? I said on his grave. Oh, come on, cut it out. Katoni's dead and you know it. I laugh a lot, tourist, but I don't like jokes. I don't know any. The Irishman's dead, too. There's arrow feign, but you know that. Valentine, what are you talking about? I live in the jungle. You said Katoni... Oh, you want me to think you've been a hermit ten years, so I'll send the police in this direction maybe. But your face isn't yellow enough. What? A guy in the bush lives on adiprene, doesn't he? For malaria. In this place of yours, Buster, it's broken down. You haven't got enough supplies. What did you do? Come down just before me so you could meet me here? Shut up. Give me that money. I'm getting out of here. Give it to me, I said. Stop it! Well, you've got your uses in a sure party after all, haven't you, lady? Now just let me hold that gun. No. He was signing your paper, Mr. Tasha. Hello, Tasha. Yes, yes, I was just... He will sign your paper, Mr. Sure. I'll sign it. I'll sign it. I'll sign it. Sure. I'll sign it. There you are. And the money, Mr. He's already got it. Then the business is over. Stand very still, Mr. to one side. Oh, no, no, don't! Give me that, you crazy little... What's the matter with you? Drop it, I said. All right, Mr. Business is over, all right. He's dead. I know it. Well, what in the name of blue blazes do you... He was my husband. You're what? Vic Ruskin was my husband. I told you this trip was important to me. I was as anxious to find him as you. Oh, sure, sure. So you kill him in front of a witness, big love. You may do what you like. I've tried to find him for years. You were really married? Venezuela, ten years ago. You ran away, took everything I had. My life isn't very pretty. And now you're a widow. And he was such a healer, local court might let you off easy. And then you'd have 50,000 bucks inheritance. Maybe it is worth it. I don't want the money. You take it. There, in your pocket, monsieur. What? Okay, sister. Now go on back, I'll take care of things here. Shall I wait for you outside by the bamboo? No, no, go on back to the boat. Tog won't leave without me. Of course not, but... Don't you think... Go on, I said, beat it, will you? Yes, monsieur. Something a wild Irishman said keeps sticking in my mind. In a bamboo, thicket by a path crossing. Sure, it's even the only crossing. I'll sell you what I know, my friend. An object, a statue. Bizarro, I'll bet you're laughing at me. Hey, you wasn't kidding. This is it, all right? Homemade statue, tombstone. Rest in peace. Victor Ruskin died in 1939. Valentine, I guess you finally dug a grave for yourself, didn't you? Hey, Mr. Valentine, huh? Hi. Hello, well, wait, you know... Yeah, captain, I'm all finished, sure. Yeah. Wait or you'll listen, Tom. Uh, where's the girl now, captain? She went to her cabin. We'll be casting off. Yeah, well, I'll be watching from on deck. Bizarro! Get the things ready so I can toss the lines! Hello. I was going to rest, Monsieur, but you see, I'm here. Yeah, yeah, so am I. A person left up there in the jungle wouldn't have any way to get out, would he? Of course not. Oh, the money's still safe too, still here in my pocket. But of course... You know, I guess I had a couple of chances to live and didn't take it. What? In fact, there in the house, I still had a chance to live. Only I had to get curious and go that guy up there about Catoni and about his not really living here and about all the things. I have killed a man, Monsieur. I do not want to talk about... Oh, yeah, you killed him, all right. Because I went too far and found out too much and so did he. That's why Catoni died and Bizarro. They knew too much they might use for themselves. Sure you killed him. Even said you didn't care what happened. But it's like the money. You knew it had come back to you. You knew you were safe. Now I'm on the death list too. Monsieur... Because now I know too much too. I know you were lying like a rug when you said he was Ruskin when you said he was your husband. Get away from me. Oh, no, you don't. It was like this, doesn't it? He was a phony put in there for the job. Oh, sure, he's the same guy I wrote to the movie company so the handwriting would check. And Catoni, he was going to be my guy. Let go of me. Let go of me. Only 50,000 bucks is a lot of dough down here, isn't it? I guess the hired hands got greedy. Was that why Catoni was knocked off? The lawyer, Bazzaro, I suppose, gave advice on how to handle a movie company in the first place. But of course he had to get it when he came offering to spill me the whole works about Ruskin. I was on the telephone. I wasn't near your hotel room. I didn't do it. You keep that mouth shut. I want to live. I saw the tombstone, sister. Vic Ruskin died 1939. Only a guy named Lieutenant Riley convinced me that Ruskin's really alive. He's alive, Major. I see. He changes his identity. He builds a new identity he can live with even after engineering a fraud like this one. Oh, no. The pillow goes over the mouth. Don't mind if I tie the sheets a little tightly, do you? It's my life, remember? Sure, baby. A good identity. One that gets you around all the places to arrange this business. To kill Catoni and the Irishman. All right, Tasha. The place for you is overboard. Don't worry, sister. You're not going overboard. A chair makes a better splash. Tasha, it's overboard. Stop the engine, you idiot. Tasha! Pleasant dreams, Captain Ruskin. What are you going to do? You can't run the boat. You're still miles from nowhere. I'll do all right, sister. I can use Ruskin's gun on Pedro. I can use the wireless. It would have been so simple. Vic would have shot you aboard. You would have come back a casualty of the greedy dead man in the jungle. Sure. And I suppose with a sob story, the widow would have collected the money legally. And Ruskin could have gone right on being Captain Tog forever. I underestimated you, monsieur. I'm sorry, monsieur. Can't you at least look at me for once? Nobody has to know about the $50,000. And we can... The dance is over, Tasha. It's time to change partners. What was she like? You've told me everything else, but... what was Tasha really like? Oh, well, I don't know, Bruxy. Ask Lieutenant Riley when he gets back from Panama with Ruskin. What was she like? Oh, now look, Angel, keep your mind on the subject. It's not every night we get to see a private showing of a movie, is it? Right here in the home of a big producer. No, no, no, I will kill myself. I am ruined. I will kill myself. Mr Grovich, what's the matter? I thought you were on the phone. Long distance is a tragedy. My beautiful realism. From Panama, from Lieutenant Riley. Now that big Ruskin is being extradited, he would stand trial for many crimes. But, Mr Grovich... he wants now half a million dollars for his rights so he can hire the best lawyers. This is what happens to me, the father of realism. The bank wants ten for it. My beautiful picture, every part of it, so true to life, and now it would never break. Hey, wait a minute, Mr Grovich. I've got an idea for a picture you could do. Look, a young man goes down to the jungle to deliver a crook's money. Only there he meets a very beautiful girl. But she's really the crook's wife. And she's... No, no, no, it's not real. This could never happen. There's your answer, Rachel. If your car seems to have lost its pep, if it starts hard, acts logy in traffic, and drags on hills, maybe you can blame it on the season. For the gasoline in your car is sensitive to climatic changes. That's why chevron supreme gasoline is climate tailored. Based on year-round weather reports, it's tailored to each season and to the West's different altitude and temperature zones. To get the best out of your car any time of the year and wherever you drive, go on chevron supreme. 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