The Rodeo Murder Mystery

Now, Frank Sinatra transcribed as Rocky Fortune. NBC presents Frank Sinatra, starring as that footloose and fancy-free young gentleman, Rocky Fortune.

When it comes to employment, I am what you might call a connoisseur. I have jobs which are strictly out of this world. The last one I had nearly put me there permanently. I am instructed to report to the 9th Avenue Arena when I get there I find the horse follies of 1954s all over the place.

The legit title is Grand National Rodeo. And I find a boss, an old guy with a hat you could stew tomatoes in, hanging over the rail, watching a cowboy ride on a bull, which must have just sat down on a hornet.

You Colonel Larraby! Look at that boy, stuck to that kritter's back like he had a private blue in his hip pocket. Excuse me, I'm looking for Colonel Larraby. What that boy is the best brain woman, right, or I've seen it 20 years?

Pack it that critter away from him! Don't go in it how many times about total lose broken down traps to get him away from him! Look out! He's coming! I gotta tell him hands to move in quicker.

Don't look good when a rider gets gored by the bold, it's bad publicity. Get the U-Mame Society down on you. I don't mean interrupt, but are you Colonel Araby? I am? Who are you? Rocky Fortune.

The agency said that you needed an administrative assistant. Administrative assistant? I told that agency I wanted Narenbois somebody from the West. Sure that's me. You from the West? Yeah, I love it, Davity. You're getting further west than that.