Ride the Pink Horse

Synopsis: In the bordertown of San Pablo, preparing for an annual 'Mexican Fiesta,' arrives Gagin: tough, mysterious and laconic. His mission: to find the equally mysterious Frank Hugo, evidently for revenge; or is it blackmail? FBI agent Retz is also after the elusive Hugo. Everyone in town is enigmatic, especially Pila, a mystical teenager who follows Gagin around and has premonitions of his death. Also involved are a classic femme fatale and an antique carousel with a pink horse...
Director(s): Robert Montgomery
Production: Universal Pictures
 
IMDB:
7.4
Rotten Tomatoes:
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NOT RATED
Year:
1947
101 min
139 Views


Where's the La Fonda Hotel?

Hotel?

Over where?

Thanks.

You talk English?

Yes.

Where's the La Fonda Hotel?

What's the matter?

Doesn't anybody know?

It's over there by the stores.

Si, way over there.

No, not over there.

What's the name of the street?

What's the matter with you?

What are you looking at?

You, I'm talking to.

Who you

looking at?

I show you...

the...

hotel.

Why don't you look

where you're going?

Okay, Sitting Bull,

pick up your feet.

Get going, come on.

There is the hotel.

Thanks.

Please...

You take this.

put it in your pocket.

Don't lose it.

Her name is Ishtam.

My grandmother

gave it to me

When I come to the city,

so I not be run over.

No, I'm not buying

any souvenirs.

No, no, you on't buy it,

you keep it.

It protect you.

From what?

Hello.

No, ma'am,

not at all, ma'am.

Positively nothing.

I'm very sorry.

Thank you, ma'am.

If anything turns up,

I have your name.

Room and bath

for one, please.

Nothing available, sir

absolutely nothing available.

No mail, Mrs. Eustace.

You might try

the El Capitan

down the street, sir

but I know they have

nothing either.

My name is Blane.

I reserved rooms

for four with bath.

Oh, yes, Mr. Blane,

I received your wire.

Hey, Bud.

Yes, sir?

Check that for me,

will you?

Be glad to, sir.

You wait here, I'll bring you

a check right away.

If you'd checked

out by 3:
00, sir

we wouldn't have charged you

for an extra day.

Sorry.

Not a thing, sir.

We don't have a thing.

Yeah, I know.

Will you put that

in Mr. Frank Hugo's box?

Oh, yes, sir. Would you

like me to call his room?

No, just put it

in this box.

Yes, sir.

Here is the check

for your bag, sir.

Keep the change.

Oh, thak your, sir.

Yes?

I want to see Frank Hugo.

If you'd telepohoned from downstairs

you'd have found that

Mr. Hugo is not in.

Is there anything further?

Not that I can think of.

Then if you'll allow me,

I'll close...

I told you,

Mr. Hugo's not in!

You his barber?

I'm M. Hugo's private secretary.

That's too bad, I was going

to ask you for a shave.

You can't wait

in Mr. Hugo's room.

Where is he?

If you have no appointment

you'll have to wait downstairs.

I don't like it downstairs.

When will he be back?

I said you'll have to

wait downstairs.

Now look:
if you don't leave

this room at once

I'll have to call

the manager.

I wouldn't do that.

Then get out!

Excuse it, please.

Oh...

Hello.

Is Frank in?

No.

Did, uh...

Did you do that?

He'll be all right.

Oh, I wasn't worried.

A lot of people will be

very grateful to you.

Jonathan can be awfully stuffy.

Yeah, I noticed.

Do you mind my asking

what you're doing here?

Waiting for Frank Hugo.

He ought to be here

in a few minutes.

I'm having dinner with him.

Do you expect to join us?

Look, why don't you just

sit down and stop pumping?

I was just curious.

You don't intend

shooting me, do you?

Did you really expect

to find a gun?

Good heavens, you really did.

You must led a fascinating life.

You're not through

with me, are you?

Aren't you going to frisk me?

No.

May I have a light?

Sure.

There's one right

there on the table.

Shall I answer that?

No, I'll get it.

Hello.

No.

No, Jonathan's not here.

Yeah, this is Mr. Hugo's room.

Oh, hello, Mr. Hugo.

No, there's nobody here.

This is the bellboy speaking.

I just brought some ice.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Yeah, I see.

Yes, I will.

That was Frank?

Frank himself.

Call the police.

I don't think this gentleman

would approve of that.

Your boss just telephoned.

He said he wouldn't

be back until tomorrow.

Well, that's being stoop

up rather thoroughly.

You're not leaving?

Yeah.

But we could have dinner

in the room.

Frank's already ordered it.

No, thanks.

I'll be seeing Frank early.

Who shall I say called?

Just tell him Shorty's pal called...

and will call again.

Hello there, Mr. Gagin.

How about some lunch?

The grill's open.

Who are you?

My name's Retz.

R-E-T-Z-- Retz.

I don't know you.

Well, come along inside.

We'll have a cup of coffee

get acquainted, again.

Got my name, huh?

Oh, I got a lot of things.

For instance?

Well, you come in on the 4:00 BUS

sat up all the way

from Washington D.C.

that was a cute little trick you pulled

with your note for Frank Hugo

to find his room number.

You waited till he phoned

he wasn't coming till tomorrow.

Also, you haven't had any lunch.

Neither have I.

How about a bite?

I'll have a cup of coffee

and some Danish pastry.

Yes, sir.

What are you having, Gagin?

Not a thing.

That'll be all, then.

I guess you know

you're not going to find

a room in this town.

The fiesta's got her

filled up to her ears.

It starts tomorrow night.

Lots of excitement.

Floats, dancing in the streets--

The indians put on

a special show.

You a cop?

That's about right.

Washington?

Government cop.

My, my.

How come you're

tailing me, Uncle Sam?

Oh, thank you, ma'am.

You'll excuse me.

Oh, I'm not tailing you.

I got in yesterday

ahead of you.

Come for the fiesta?

I didn't know about the fiesta.

You and the fiesta are both gravy.

Who's going to ask

the questions-- me or you?

Go ahead.

I'm not used to pumping cops.

Oh, I don't mind.

How come you know me?

Saw you in Washington

at Shorty Thompson's inquest.

Some inquest that was, huh?

You testified you had no idea

who killed your pal.

Yeah, the cops and I

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