Here I come!
I beat you!
We want to do it again. Come on.
Well, they seem to have you down, Mr. Chan.
- Sixty summers young. Sixty winters old. - Come on.
Come on, Charlie. We wanna do it again.
What'd you say?
You want song about Princess Ming Lo Fu?
All right.
- Come on. - Thank you so much.
Come on, Charlie. Come on.
You conduct mission long here in China?
Yes. In Yangtze Valley.
Very interesting.
Taking a vacation, eh? Staying in Shanghai long?
A holiday mood like fickle girl— privilege to change mind.
Now then, play fair. This is your first visit to Shanghai in many years, isn't it?
Yes. Most anxious to renew acquaintance...
with land of honorable ancestors.
Oh, there he is, Diana.
- Mr. Charlie Chan? - Humbly acknowledge name.
I'm Philip Nash, Sir Stanley Woodland's secretary.
Most happy to make acquaintance.
This is Sir Stanley's niece, Miss Diana Woodland from Canada.
- How do you do, Mr. Chan? - So pleased.
Sir Stanley asked me to apologize for not meeting you himself...
but he was detained on business.
You will see him, of course, at the banquet tonight.
- There is banquet? - Oh, why of course.
The arrival in Shanghai of so distinguished a visitor can't go unnoticed.
Much flattered...
by unexpected acknowledgement of humble efforts.
You'll have to make a speech, you know.
Idea of making speech bring goose pimples.
Much scared.
Hi, Pop!
Hi.
Joy equals astonishment...
at seeing offspring in Shanghai.
- Explanation, please. - Mom cabled you were coming to Shanghai...
so the firm sent me here to look into the trade situation.
Yes? Selling oil for lamps of China?
Pocketbook, of course, left in other suit?
- Believe it or not. - Old excuse...
like ancient billy goat has whiskers.
Ladies and gentlemen, it is a great pleasure for me...
as president of the chamber of commerce...
to welcome our illustrious guest, the famous Charlie Chan.
And now I have a bit of good news for you.
We are not making speeches tonight.
Just a few words of welcome to Shanghai.
I call on Colonel Watkins, our commissioner of police.
I count myself lucky to have known Charlie Chan for quite a few years.
Charlie is a splendid friend...
but I'd hate to be his enemy.
Here's to our friendship, Charlie.
When did the commissioner of police meet Mr. Chan?
Scotland Yard, at the time of Sir Lionel Bashford's murder.
I call on Mr. Sun Wong.
I made an important discovery this afternoon.
That's what prevented me from meeting you.
We can get together after this is over.
Two ears for every tongue.
What does all that mean?
He said, "Thank you so much."
And now we are fortunate in having with us our old friend...
Sir Stanley Woodland, who has a few words to say in our behalf.
It is a great pleasure to me to perform this friendly ceremony.
I am certain I can think of no better words...
to voice our sentiments, Charlie...
than are inscribed on the scroll contained in this jade box...
fashioned, who knows...
by the hands of your ancestors.
- May I read it to you? - Please.
Uncle Stanley!
Murderer most ingenious.
But the motive, Charlie? The motive?
Motive like end of string— tied in many knots.
End may be in sight, but hard to unravel.
Sir Stanley had so many friends but few enemies.
Only one enemy necessary to commit murder.
Box was in hands of, uh, Sir Stanley's secretary?
Yes. But he—
Let's hear what he has to say.
- Diana, how is she? - She is taking it pretty hard.
Hmm. That box, Philip, you were looking after it, weren't you?
Yes. It was in my room all afternoon. I brought it here myself.
You look in box before coming here?
When Sir Stanley first gave it to me, I did.
It was all right this afternoon.
- Did not look before starting for banquet? - No.
Someone could have changed box during afternoon?
Well, yes, I suppose it could have been done.
Too bad you let it out of your sight.
- But how could I know anything like this would happen? - Yes, yes, yes.
Perhaps home better than here for young lady.
She'll appreciate it. May I, Colonel Watkins?
- Yes, yes, of course. - Thank you.
Sir Stanley very good friend.
With your permission, would like to help on case.
I was hoping you'd say that.
My whole department is at your service.
For present, would prefer to work alone.
Yes, yes, of course, if you wish.
Thank you.
- Will say good night now. - Good night, Charlie.
Thank you.
- Find fingerprints? - Now listen, Pop.
If you and Sir Stanley had business together...
it's a cinch that whoever sent you this note killed him...
and is after you too.
Very clever deduction.
Instincts of detective father...
inherited by noble offspring.
- But what's it all about? - Talk cannot cook rice.
You mean you don't know what it's all about yourself?
Silence best answer when uncertain.
- You go to bed now. - All right.
But don't say I didn't warn you.
Thank you.
Distance no hindrance to fond thoughts.
Good night.
Good night, Pop.
Good night.
Do not forget your prayers. May need them.
Hey, Pop. What was that?
Pop!
Dad. Dad.
Dad!
Operator, get the police, quick!
- Can relax. - Dad!
- I thought they'd got you. - Have idea someone make attack...
so come into your room to watch on sofa.
So sorry fall asleep.
Hello. Hello. Police department. Police department.
Charlie Chan speaking.
Is anything wrong, Mr. Chan?
May tell commissioner that desire of my son to report murder...
based on hasty conclusion and devotion to father.
Yes.
Safe now to sleep.
Sleep?
Insignificant man has never improved on nature's tonic.
But you can't sleep with this sort of thing going on!
Contradiction, please.
Murderer believed Charlie Chan dead.
Second attack unlikely.
- Gee, Pop, you gave me the scare of my life. - Yes?
Wake up, Charlie!
Thank you so much.
Office.
Good morning. Have wish to order breakfast.
Room service is busy, Mr. Chan. Will you wait a moment, please?
Marloff, something went wrong last night.
What do you mean?
I'll connect you on this line. Listen carefully.
And don't say anything until I speak again.
You may have room service now, Mr. Chan.
Will have coffee, rolls...
marmalade and very large omelet.
You see?
All right, you stay there and keep your eyes open.
I'll let you know what to do later.
Oh, it's you, Pop. I dreamt that I was facing a firing squad.
Dreams like good liars— distort facts.
One fact very clear— have much hearty hunger.
- Now you dress. - Okay.
Grant favor, please?
Omit song in bathroom.
Gee, Pop, I sure miss my radio.
# The bear went over the mountain #
# To see what he could see ##
Hurry, Lee.
Cold omelet like fish out of sea—
does not improve with age.
Where you going, Pop?
To visit very charming young lady.
You stay here and look after telephone.
I will inform my most august lady of your exalted presence.
Thank you so much.
May your honorable ancestors rest in peace.
- Good morning, Mr. Chan. - Good morning.
So sorry to disturb. Have come to offer sympathy.
Thank you.
Am trying to help police. Have necessary questions.
- Perhaps you have answers. - Ask anything you wish, please.
Sir Stanley appear nervous.
As if afraid of attack?
Why, l—
I never thought of it before, but...
for the last few weeks Uncle Stanley has been rather—
oh, how shall I describe it— rather cautious.
Can be more definite?
Well, now that I think of it, he never wished to be left alone.
Was to have assisted honorable uncle in important matter.
- You know nature of his business? - No.
Someone made very certain Sir Stanley did not talk to me.
Perhaps search among uncle's papers...
disclose important communication for me?
Mr, Chan, last night after Philip left me...
someone broke into Uncle Stan's library.
- There were papers all over the floor this morning. - May I see, please?
Yes, this way.
Nothing has been touched?
Philip was here for a few moments this morning. Then he called the police.
And Colonel Watkins said to leave things untouched until he arrived.
Young man Philip is here?
No. He went to the docks to meet a Mr. Andrews.
- From Washington? - I believe so.
Uncle Stanley was expecting him, I know.
- You like young man very much? - Yes, very much.
Most fortunate young man.
If papers found for Mr. Andrews or self...
will take good care?
- Most important. - I will, Mr. Chan.
Thank you so much.
Aw, listen, baby.
What have I been doing for the last 30 minutes but listen?
On the boat you said you wanted to see me every night.
- Have you changed your mind? - Sure, I want to see you.
Do we meet tonight or do we not?
I'm trying to tell you that I can't say for certain, you see.
Hello! Hello!
Hello!
Yes. This is his room, but he's not in.
Sure, I'll tell him just as soon as he comes in.
Am in.
- That was— - Sir Stanley's secretary?
Yes, and he said—
That Mr. Andrews has arrived?
How do you do it, Pop? With mirrors?
Good for seeing backwards.
Well, here's one. Do you know that this Mr. Andrews wants to see you?
Well, now that you tell me, I know.
- Mr. Chan? - Am Charlie Chan.
I'm from the commissioner of police. He sent this note.
You talked to girl on telephone all morning or many giris?
Only one, Pop.
I tried to shake her, but I couldn't.
Will wait one moment, please?
Certainly, sir.
Get, uh, commissioner of police.
15380.
Operator? Get me 15380.
Say, Pop, you don't think this is phony, do you?
Phony? Translate into English, please.
You know, is there something fishy about it?
Slight odor, perhaps. Will see.
Yes?
The old boy's pretty cagey. He's checking up on us.
Put him on.
Police department.
What name, please?
Oh, Mr. Chan. Just a moment.
I'll put you through to his private secretary.
Good morning, Mr. Chan.
I've been trying to get you for an hour, but the line has been busy.
Humbly apologize for...
telephone flirtation by my son.
The commissioner wants you to come at once to the address he has given the chauffeur.
- He's one of our men. - Thank you so much.
Where do we go from here?
I go. You stay here. And please make note.
You pay bill for all female telephone calls.
Well, I got here just as soon as I could.
You seem to be in an awful rush, if you ask me.
Hello. Who wants him?
This is Colonel Watkins, commissioner of police.
Oh, good morning, sir. Pop got your note all right.
- He's on his way to meet you now. - On his way to meet me?
I never sent him a note.
You didn't?
Charlie Chan's son said that his father's just left the hotel...
in answer to a note I'm supposed to have sent him.
- That's odd, sir. - It's more than odd.
Send over a couple of men at once.
- I want an immediate report. - Very good, sir.
- Do you want to buy flower? - Oh.
Thank you, sir.
- I've got to get a taxi! I'm in a hurry! - Taxi!
Catch that car! Double fare if you make it!
Hey, step on it, will you? We've got to catch that car!
Hurry!
Here, let me drive this thing!
Well, here we are.
Sit down.
So much reception. Most flattering.
Charlie Chan often see enemies in shadow box.
Now enemies see Charlie Chan.
Just a little taste of your own medicine.
Medicine very bitter.
What are you doing in Shanghai?
Think perhaps you have made answer impossible.
- Here's another one, Chief. - Lee!
Listen, Pop. The commissioner rang up—
Let capture be good lesson of virtue of silence.
Silence won't help you.
You came here to meet Sir Stanley Woodland!
If answer known, question seem unnecessary.
Are you trying to tell me that you don't know why...
Sir Stanley Woodland summoned you to Shanghai?
Answer to question veiled in death.
Yes, Mr. Chan. For you and for your son.
Hasty conclusion like, uh, hind leg of mule— kick backward.
What do you mean?
- If we die, you also die. - Yeah?
Have ace in hole.
Suggest view through window.
Very interesting.
Look for beggar.
Not very good beggar, but very good detective.
- Detective? - Sure, he's a detective.
A second after you left, the commissioner rang up...
and when I told him what had happened, he said to tell a cop to follow us.
By now, this whole joint is surrounded by cops.
That's right, he did say something to a cop as he came out of the hotel.
That is ace in hole.
Come on, Pop! Let's get a move on!
Go.
Very proud of athletic offspring.
As you say, scram!
And you're certain Sir Stanley left no message for me?
- None that I know of, Mr. Andrews. - Hmm.
Have a cigarette?
Thank you.
Well, make yourself at home, Nash.
I'll go freshen up bit and see if I can get rid of these sea legs.
Rough trip.
I beg pardon, sir.
The laundry on the boat fairly ruined the master's shirts, sir.
Do you happen to know where I could purchase a new supply?
There's a little shop about two blocks down the street— Soo Low Gow's.
Thank you, sir.
- Is this Mr. Andrews's apartment? - Yes, miss.
- Name, please? - Miss Diana Woodland and Colonel Watkins.
- Is Mr. Nash with Mr. Andrews? - Mr. Nash is in the study.
- Shall I announce you, miss? - All right.
- Yes. - Diana thought we'd find you here, Philip.
I found this in Uncle Stanley's desk.
Colonel Watkins thought we ought to bring it over. It's addressed to Mr. Andrews.
Oh, Mr. Andrews. Miss Woodland.
- May I extend my deepest sympathy, Miss Woodland. - Thank you so much.
This is Colonel Watkins, commissioner of the police department.
- A pleasure to meet you. - Thank you, sir. You have something for me?
Yes, I found this in my uncle's desk.
We thought it might contain information...
that would throw some light on Sir Stanley's death.
Will you pardon me, please?
Why, no, there's nothing in this to help us, Colonel.
Pardon me, please.
Hello. Yes, have him come up.
I hope you won't think me rude...
but I've a most important visitor whom I must see immediately.
Yes, of course, certainly. Well, we'll see you soon, I hope.
No, no. Don't go, please. There's a pleasant breeze out on the balcony...
and I'll join you shortly for a gin rickey.
- Splendid idea, eh, Philip? - Why, yes.
- Mr. Andrews? - Yes. Come in.
- Just came from— - Visitors.
This way, sir.
This matter is of such enormous importance I don't trust anyone.
- Most wise. - Will you sit down?
- Thank you. - Young Nash tells me that you and Sir Woodland...
had no opportunity for a private talk.
- Most unfortunate. - You know, of course, why he sent for you?
Sir Woodland's letter very vague.
Await explanation, please.
Well, as you know, Sir Stanley was a secret agent of the British government.
I'm in the same service, representing the United States.
Cooperating with the Opium Committee of the League of Nations...
and certain officials in the Chinese government...
we were planning a campaign to round up a group of smugglers...
who've been using Shanghai as a clearinghouse for their goods.
It's a grave situation, Mr. Chan.
The terrific toll of life taken yearly by this insidious traffic is beyond belief.
Beauty of poppy conceals sting of death.
In more ways than one, I'm afraid.
Sir Stanley was murdered because he knew too much.
- He left report? - Apparently not.
Oh, I've an important phone call I must make for Mr. Andrews.
- You won't mind? - You go right ahead, my boy.
I'll see that she's here when you come back.
So, without a doubt, it was Sir Stanley's idea that you, knowing the language...
and customs of the country, would succeed where we might fail.
Confidence most flattering.
- Not misplaced. - Thank you so much.
Uh, commissioner of police assisting?
No, we thought it best to limit the knowledge of our work to just us three.
Kidnap plot and attempt to kill humble self...
indicate that many others share knowledge.
They tried to kill you too?
Spider does not spin web for single fly.
Sir Stanley's secretary now work for you?
I think so. Sir Stanley apparently had great confidence in him.
- He might identify men we seek. - No.
Sir Stanley confided in no one. I don't know where to begin.
Long journey always start with one short step.
- Are you all right? - Yes.
No, don't risk it.
- No! Now don't be a fool! - It's quite safe.
- Did you see anyone in here? - Why, no.
Are Colonel Watkins and Miss Woodland safe?
- What's all the excitement? - Why, someone shot at Mr. Chan from this room.
- Charlie, are you hurt? - No.
- I rang up and your son said— - Please, talk later.
- Did you just come in? - Yes, sir.
- See anyone in the hall? - No, sir, and no one in here either.
Except Mr. Nash. He was just coming from the bedroom, I think.
- He stepped in to make the phone call for you. - Phone call? What phone call?
Hello, operator. Operator.
Was any call made from this room during the last 10 minutes?
Thank you.
Well, young man?
Charlie, do you mind looking in the bedroom?
Oh, Philip.
What were you looking for in my bags? Search him.
- Oh, Philip, don't let them. - Please, dear.
Here.
The note to you from Sir Stanley.
But why should he have taken that? It's of no importance.
- May see? - Yes.
- Stand by that door. - Yes, sir.
Perhaps fingerprints.
Probably. We'll have them compared at headquarters.
Waiting not necessary.
- Have powder puff, please? - Why, yes.
Observe.
Scar on thumb.
Hmm.
Your right hand, please.
That scar settles it.
Nash, you're under arrest for attempted murder of Mr. Chan.
Philip! Oh, he couldn't have done it, Colonel.
Please, Diana.
You have nothing to say?
It's my duty to warn you that anything you say may be used in evidence against you.
You're making a great mistake, Colonel.
I'm sorry, Diana, but that's for a jury to decide.
He's the only one at the time of the shooting whose movements are not explained.
Your man was coming in at that door. He saw no one in the hall.
I was on the balcony with Miss Woodland...
and you and Mr. Chan were in the study and you were found near the spot...
from which the shot was fired.
No one could've gone out of that window because it's locked on the inside.
And finally, there's an identifying fingerprint...
found on the butt of this gun.
Now I call that a pretty clear case, wouldn't you, Charlie?
Charlie!
See who that is.
Charlie, where on earth did you get to?
Made most interesting discovery.
But, Charlie, the evidence is as clear as the nose on your face.
Owner of face cannot always see nose.
All right, what's the big discovery?
Very possible someone leave apartment through this window.
Huh. It's fastened on the inside.
Most humble apologies for exhibiting commonplace match as clue.
Examine, please.
Well, I don't see anything unusual.
- Notice spot of oil? - Yes.
Note handle.
Maybe it squeaked and someone oiled it.
Maybe someone have better reason.
Will demonstrate.
Now listen, baby. Nothing would please me more than to take you out tonight...
but how many more times have I got to tell you that I can't say for certain yet—
I'm very sorry, but that's absolutely all I can say!
Mr. Chan has nothing for publication.
Hello, Pop!
Oh, all right. Here's your dime.
Cash on the line for one female telephone call.
Thank you so much.
- Tired? - No.
Just had refreshing ride on fire escape.
Got a clue, Pop?
Shot in dark sometime find eye of bull.
- Have read? - It sounds reasonable enough.
Observe envelope.
I don't get it.
Unimportant letter in envelope marked "important."
Get it?
I'm sorry, Pop. I missed it.
Look, Pop.!
"Have made important discovery involving one Iván Marloff.
"Am closely watched.
Use this means for communication as agreed. 'W'! "
Gee, Pop, you don't think that's the man who kidnapped you?
Most elementary conclusion.
Well, I'll be—
- Got something? - Something very strange.
Mr. Andrews did not think letter important.
I get it. And he should have...
because if he and Sir Stanley were working together...
he would have known about the invisible writing.
Most excellent conclusion. Very proud.
- What you going to do now? - Ask Mr. Andrews questions.
I'm Mr. Andrews. Is Mr. Chan in?
Come in, please.
Been trying to reach you for the past hour, Mr. Chan, but your line's been busy.
- So sorry. Romantic offspring. - Oh, I see.
- Will you sit down, please? - Thanks.
Very great honor to receive visit in humble hotel.
- May offer refreshment, please? - Yes, thanks. Scotch.
Soothing drink like summer shower—
bring grateful relief.
Oh, you're not joining me?
Preserve appetite for less potent Chinese tea.
Cigarette?
Thanks.
You're very hospitable, Mr. Chan, but not always polite.
- Hmm? - When you walked out on me today...
I naturally expected you to return after the others left.
So sorry for delay.
A very casual letter from Sir Woodland...
in an envelope marked "important" was not sent to me for nothing...
Mr. Chan, and you took it with you.
Apologies.
Very bad habit of collecting clues.
I was right.
Must look for man named Marloff.
You brought this up too?
Principle of trusting no one make me doubt even you. So very sorry.
Well, in view of what's happened I can't say that I blame you.
But you must understand I couldn't have exposed the secret message before the others.
Very excellent precaution.
This gives us a good lead. We can start work on this at once.
Suggest first search kidnap house. May find clue there.
- You know where they took you? - Have very excellent reason to remember.
Well, let's go then.
- I'm going with you, Pop. - Contradiction, please. You stay here.
And keep away from telephone!
If our friend Marloff was the man behind the lights...
he and his gang left here in a hurry.
Smart rats know when to leave ship.
Recognize fingerprint with scar?
Well, let's see.
It's Nash's all right.
Who's there?
Give us most hearty fright.
Hands up, please!
- What you do here? - To help you.
Huh?
I didn't know what you and Mr. Andrews might run into...
so I came along, just in case.
Got idea of disguise from detective book?
Yeah, and it's a pip too.
May borrow book sometime?
Sure. Ah, you're kidding me, Pop.
On contrary, greatly appreciate, just in case.
- Suggest we now take police into confidence. - I think it wise.
Any orders, Pop?
Four. Return to hotel, burn disguise...
study detective book, watch telephone...
- and, uh, take bath. - Okay.
You say you'd recognize these men if you saw them again?
Except man behind lights.
Recognize accent.
- What about the switchboard girl at the hotel? - Very pretty brunette.
Hmm. I suppose you remember her, hey, Charlie?
Make very good impression.
You're fighting a desperate gang.
My department is yours if you need it, you know.
Secrecy in our operations is most important, Colonel.
Offer greatly appreciated.
All right, gentlemen, it's your funeral.
Hope not.
Excuse me.
- Yes? - Miss Woodland is here, sir.
- Oh. Ask her to wait. - Yes, sir.
It's Miss Woodland. She wants to see young Nash.
You know, it's difficult to believe...
that a decent young fellow like Nash would try to murder anyone.
- You've questioned him? - Can't get a word.
Perhaps young lady can make him talk.
If anyone can.
- Dakin. - Yes, sir.
- Send in Miss Woodland at once. - Yes, sir.
Colonel, you know very well Philip didn't try to kill Mr. Chan.
But, Diana, my dear, the facts are very clear.
- Mr. Andrews— - I'm sorry, Miss Woodland.
You believe in him, don't you?
Situation for young man very bad.
But you said someone else used the window. You proved it.
Correction, please. Only proved someone could have used.
Oh, I thought I understood you, Mr. Chan.
I see I'm mistaken.
- May I see Philip? - I needn't tell you, Diana...
that Philip is in really a desperate predicament.
And a few words of explanation at this time would be of great help to him.
- Get him to talk. - I'll try.
- Dakin. - Yes, sir?
Have Nash sent into the anteroom at once.
- At once, sir. - In here, Diana.
Thank you.
Now we'll hear what he has to say.
Five minutes, Miss Woodland.
Diana, you shouldn't have come here.
But I had to, Philip.
Haven't you anything you can say that will clear up this terrible misunderstanding?
There's nothing to be said. What I've done I've done.
If I have to stay here, well, there's nothing I can do about it.
But surely there's something you can say.
Sorry, gentlemen.
I say, Nash!
I'll have the motor going in a second.
Get over there, all of you!
Stay where you are.!
One moment.
Only foolish dog pursue flying bird.
The young upstart. Dakin! Dakin!
Imagine a girl like Miss Woodland...
trying to help a would-be murderer to escape from prison.
There's no question, Mr. Chan, he's the man we're looking for.
Innocent man does not run away.
Yes, sir. What's happened?
Dakin, send out every available man. Search the settlement.
The whole city if necessary. Find him! Bring him back!
Mr. Nash, sir, has he escaped?
Has he escaped? Of course he's escaped!
- What do you think? - Yes, sir.
Lee.
Hey, Pop, tell these mugs to lay off me, will ya?
We caught him as he was coming through the fire escape.
Please.
Clothes of disrupted beggar conceal dearly beloved son.
- Ah, phooey! - Son.
Now wait a minute, before you bawl me out, Pop...
I was on my way back here when I saw the taxi driver that knocked me out.
- You follow? - I'll say I did.
He went into a cheap joint on the waterfront— the Versailles Café.
- Did not notify police? - Of course I didn't.
- I beat it back here to tell you. - That is good.
Hello? Yes, sir.
It's Mr. Andrews.
Charlie Chan speaking.
Get over here just as quickly as you can.
I think we've cracked this case wide open.
Will make immediate haste.
What's the matter? Has something happened? Can I go with you?
Only little time to talk. Have important business for you.
- Must act quickly. - Okay, Pop.
So sorry for delay.
- Caught in traffic. - In the study, Mr. Chan.
Most happy to renew acquaintance.
Gentleman who make abduction.
Oh, so he's one of them, is he?
I caught him going through my papers.
- Now then, you're gonna talk. Where's Marloff? - I don't know any Marloff.
- Come on! Where's Marloff? - I don't know!
Well, we'll see about that.
- Now then, you gonna talk? - Yeah, I'll talk. He's at the Versailles Café.
- You ever hear of that place? - Can easily find.
53, reporting on secret assignment file 457 M.
Have a squad of men surround the Versailles Café.
Keep them in reserve until something breaks.
Right.
It'd be foolish for us to move in on that mob alone.
One man cannot move a mountain, you know.
But two men can start digging.
Keep your eye on that fella. If he gives you any trouble, call the police.
- Quite right, sir. - Are you ready?
As son Lee would say, "Let's go."
Say, he'd like to knock my teeth out.
You'll have a chance to get even when they walk into that nice reception...
at the Versailles Café.
Come on.
That Oriental girl certainly knows her stuff, doesn't she?
They're trained, these dancers, since childhood.
See what it says here in the guidebook?
Yeah. You read it.
Whiskey.
Well, if it ain't my old pal from Chan-king.
Come on, Bo. We've got a lot to talk about.
Turn around.
All right, down those stairs.
- Where did you find him? - Snoopin' around upstairs.
- You're Marloff, aren't you? - Yes.
I'm in a jam. The police are after me...
and I've gotta get away from Shanghai.
Listen, Marloff, you've got a boat out there on the river. I wanna go on it, to America.
You know a lot, don't you?
I know you're in a spot if you don't get out of Shanghai tonight.
I can tell you every move Charlie Chan has planned. That oughta be worth something.
- Sure it ought to. - Not here, you fool.
Do you want the crowd upstairs to find out what we're doing down here?
Listen, you spy.
That break of yours from jail was just a trick...
arranged by your friend Charlie Chan.
And we've just been waiting for you.
Sure, we'll take you to America.
- They're on their way now. - Fine.
Now you go upstairs and let them see you.
And when they follow you down here, we'll be ready for them.
- Okay. - Get that stuff below.
- What about this guy? - We'll take him with us.
When we get out to sea, we'll drop him overboard.
- Gentlemen? - Scotch. Yours?
- Sarsaparilla. - What you say?
- Sarsaparilla. - No catch you.
I'm afraid you'd better follow a bad example. Scotch, two. Chop-chop.
You don't have to drink it, you know.
Bottle of whiskey and two glasses.
Taxi driver who assist in abduction.
Looks like we're too late, Mr. Chan.
Careful. Remember you never drink anything stronger than tea.
Appearances sometimes deceiving.
Like a wolf in lamb's clothing.
Oh, so that's it. Shipping it in wine cases.
Shipping place not far off.
River runs nearby.
Which means they've a way of getting to the water.
Very clever deduction.
Trapdoor. Possibly leads to river.
Right again.
Got a flashlight?
Throw it down there. We'll have a look.
See? Loaded boat at the dock.
Nobody around it. Let's investigate.
All right, Mr. Chan, you go ahead with the light...
and we'll signal my men from down below...
and then we'll run the boat around to the government dock.
- Greatly admire efficiency of G-men. - Yeah.
Insignificant offspring of searchlight...
seems to have internal trouble.
Let me have it. It's all right.
Motorboat.
Must be police you telephone for to surround the place.
Keep 'em down there.
Grab those guns. Stand over there.
- Come on, come on. Get over there. - Keep those hands up.
- Upstairs, boys, come on. - You all right, Charlie?
A little late, Charlie, but we got here.
Sorry I couldn't have been of more help, Mr. Chan...
but Marloff saw through our jailbreak scheme.
Thank you so much for able assistance already rendered.
Why, what's Forest doing here?
No one knows less about servants than the master.
Forest one of gang.
He made attempt on my life in your apartment...
escape through window and appear to have just entered by door.
Well, I can believe that now.
Well, what about Nash's fingerprints on the gun?
Marloff think young man know too much...
because of position with Sir Stanley.
So use fake fingerprint on gun to create impression...
he try to kill me.
Rubber stamp pad in fireplace at kidnap house...
with the sample fingerprints on paper.
Very clever device.
Then Marloff was also responsible for the concealed gun...
that killed Sir Stanley at the banquet.
And it was one of his gang who tried to get you at your hotel.
Very probable.
Mr. Chan, you deserve the thanks of the United States Government...
for the help that you've been on this case.
Believe government owe you debt also.
Without able guidance, could never have located storehouse of opium.
We'll share that honor, Mr. Chan.
I'll be very happy to assist in taking charge of these men.
I'll remove them to the government dock in their own boat.
Certainly. I'd appreciate it. Our police boat is very small.
- All right, take these men below. - Uh, pardon, please.
- One more prisoner to be accounted for. - Who's that?
Real head of dope smuggling ring. Reach for ceiling.
Let's have our laugh later, after this business is finished.
- Come on. Get started. - Put up your hands.
Take gun away from gentleman, please.
Hey, Pop, here's your wire photo of Andrews and a cable from Washington.
That man isn't Mr. Andrews.
Read cablegram, please.
"Andrews, Bureau of Investigation.
"Agent 53, assigned to opium smuggling detail in Shanghai...
"murdered in San Francisco three weeks ago.
Murderer not apprehended."
Corroboration of evidence most gratifying.
You pretend to be G-man.
Now turn out to be N. G. - man.
Young Mr. Nash, when going through Sir Stanley's private correspondence...
from Department ofJustice at Washington...
discover that real Mr. Andrews did not smoke or drink.
When you come to reclaim...
private letter of Sir Stanley to real Mr. Andrews...
you make smart guess about secret writing.
But very foolish to accept scotch and cigarette.
Also foolish to fake telephone call for police.
Fortunately, humble self took precaution to notify same.
You very clever though.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Gave you plenty rope. You make excellent noose for neck.
Now we go in boat to government dock.
Suggest you go to young lady.
Will find her waiting at home.
Charlie, you're all right.
Thank you so much.
Go home. Okay now for one female telephone call.
Thank you so much.