This episode is so bad I was suspecting Roger Smith had written it. It comes complete with rose-between-the-teeth senorita and a guitar played, unfortunately, by Roger Smith, while he sings and makes with the hand percussion on the guitar top. We are all supposed to be rolling around on the floor laughing at the Spanish-American stereotypes including a hotel desk clerk who uses a megaphone to address a guest eight feet away across the lobby, and to tolerate the completely lame plot about 'business contracts' mysteriously acquired by Bailey & Spencer and provided to local businessmen without anyone wondering about professional ethics. The worst I've seen in this mostly enjoyable series. Sadly the senorita isn't even credited here yet: she is the only thing worth watching.