All language subtitles for The.Chinese.Ring.1947.720p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-YTS.MX

(mysterious music)

(tense music)

(scatting)

- (laughs) Yes sir, come right in.

Good gracious indeed.

- I want to see Mr. Chan.

- I'm sorry but he's busy.

- But I must see him.

Tell him it is someone who needs his help.

- What's the name.

- No name.

- No name?

- No.

Take this to him.

- Take this to him, yes ma'am.

I think you better go
right this way, yes ma'am.

Take it to him, no name.

Right this way.

Just have a seat and I'll
go and tell Mr. Chan.

- Mr. Chan, there's a
lady out there to see you.

- Lady?
- Yes sir.

Chinese lady.

She's a petal sharing
chrysanthemum mum mum.

- What name please?

- No name.

She told me to give you this.

- Tell the lady I will
see her in a few minutes.

- Yes sir, you'll see
her in a few minutes.

Mr. Chan will be here
right away, immediately,

maybe sooner.

- [Woman] Thank you.

(ominous music)

(humming)

- Pop, hey Pop!

Pop, hey Pop.

Pop.
- What?

- In the den, there's a girl.

Come on.

- Uh oh!

Mr. Chan, is the lady uh, is she uh,

I mean uh, is uh, hmm?

- Lady...

Dead.

- Um.

- Call Sergeant Davidson, homicide bureau.

Tell him to come over at once.

- Are you sure she's dead Pop?

- Death my son, is the
reckoning of heaven.

In this case, most complicated reckoning.

- Hello, homicide?

Tommy Chan speaking.

Sergeant Davidson please.

Sergeant Davidson?

There's been a murder in our house.

Yeah, a Chinese princess or something.

Uh huh.

Okay.

I'll tell him you'll be right over.

(siren wails)

- Hello Birmingham.

Where's Mr. Chan?

- Right in there with the corpse.

Right in here.

Whoa, what am I going in here for?

Right in there.

- Hello Charlie.

- Sergeant.

- Well this is a pale.

Murder in the house of Charlie Chan,

now I've seen everything.

- Strange events permit
themselves the luxury

of occurring in strange places.

- Who is she?

- At this point I am
filled with ignorance.

But she is lady of important family.

- How do you know?

- This ring tell me that.

- These Chinese figures mean something?

- Translation long life and happiness.

But written with Chinese characters

reserved only for those of highest degree.

- It means she's a princess or something?

- Should not be hard to determine.

- Poison dart, Chan?

- Yes.

The window.

- Probably a blow gun.

- Correction please.

More probably European type
air rifle, very powerful.

I have one such.

Come, will present thing.

(mysterious music)

See? Very simple.

Just pull spring back

almost noiseless too.

(gun pops)

- Yeah, you're not kidding.

- Holy catfish.

- Good gracious me.

Mr. Chan.

The corpse is making a phone call.

- What?
- Yes,

I heard it myself.

I was standing up in there
and then I heard some,

good gracious what am I
doing in here by myself?

- City desk, quick.

Hello Mack, this is Peggy.

- How'd you get in here?

- Now look here Bill Davidson,
what are you trying to pull?

If you think for one minute--

- How did you get in here?

- Through the window.

- How'd you know I was here?

- I followed you, I'm a bloodhound.

- Now will you stop that?

- Now Bill, I've gotta get
the story to the papers.

This is the biggest thing
that's cracked in weeks.

- How do you know it's a big story?

- How do I know it's a big story?

Princess Mei Ling murdered
in the house of Charlie Chan.

And he wants to know how
I know it's a big story.

Why you're the stupidest--

- Sit down.

Excuse me Charlie, but this is
more or less a private brawl.

- Oh, the lady is friend of yours?

- Yeah.

I'm sorry to have to
introduce. Ms. Peggy Cartwright

of the Morning Herald.

- This humble person agreeably honored.

- And probably San
Francisco's biggest nuisance.

- That's not what you called me last night

when we were having dinner together.

- That's got nothing to do
with the police department

or the Morning Herald.

- Well try to date me up again
sometime, Sergeant Davidson.

- Pardon please.

Would desire small information.

You see, you identified the
lady as Princess Mei Ling.

How?

- Yeah.

How did you know her?

- If you think I'm going
to help out your department

after the way you've
treated me, you're crazy.

- Humbly begging pardon to mention it

but would suggest ironing out countenance.

(chuckles)

It's better.

So, how?

- I tried to interview her
when she came from Asia

on the Shanghai Maid about
two or three weeks ago.

- Oh, I think I have recollection.

- It was on the 22nd, I think.

- I have it here.

Princess Mei Ling and Captain Kong.

Captain K.

Captain K.

Princess write this before she die.

- Hey, the sooner I get down
to see this guy, the better.

- Yes.

Let us ride into the face of our problem.

Happen to know where live
Princess, Ms. Cartwright?

- Yes, she had an apartment in Chinatown.

On Grant Avenue near Benham Place.

- Aha, that our second stop.

- Yep, come on Charlie.

- Okay.

- Since when is your name Charlie?

- You're not gonna cut
me out of this story?

- Now look honey, I don't
wanna cut you out of any story.

But this is a man's job.

Just sit down and take it easy

and let's talk this thing over.

Now we're gonna go down there

and we're liable to get in
a little trouble down there.

And you wouldn't want that
happen to you, would you?

So if you'll just stay
here until we get back.

- Now wait a minute.

You're not gonna leave me

chained up here like this, are you?

- I certainly am baby.

At least 'til we get a chance
to look over that apartment.

You would have flashlight bulbs
popping all over the place.

Keep an eye on her.

And don't let her near a telephone.

- Mr. Chan.

Are you going to let that big baboon

treat a lady like this?

- Uh Chinese chimpanzee,

not interfere with monkey
business of big baboon.

Yes.

(playful music)

- Yes?

- Did anyone ever tell you
that you're very good looking?

- Uh oh.

Listen to that old honey and molasses.

(snickers)

- Here we are.

This is the police department.

We want to see Captain Kong.

- He's on deck.

- This is the police department.

Where's Captain Kong's cabin?

- In the passage area, to the left.

- Thanks.

(knocking at door)

- [Captain] Come in.

- Captain Kong?

- Yes.

- I'm Sergeant Davidson, with
the San Francisco Police.

This is Mr. Charlie Chan.

- [Captain] How do you do?

I've heard of you Mr. Chan.

- Flattered and overwhelmed.

- [Captain] Won't you sit down?

- We're investigating the murder

of a recent passenger of yours.

- So?

- Princess Mei Ling.

- The Princess?

Murdered?
- Yeah.

- I must cable her brother at once.

- Question please, who
is brother of princess?

- He is Field Marshall Chang Shei.

- Have you any idea

what the princes was
doing in this country?

- I imagine sight seeing.

This was her first time in America.

She was educated in Europe.

- Could any of your
passengers have done it?

- I hardly think so.

There were just a few.

We have little accommodations.

No.

No one I could think of.

- Uh huh, well can you
think of anything else

that might help us Captain Kong?

- I'm afraid not.

- Well as a matter of record,

I'd like to have a copy of
your passenger list and crew.

- Certainly, that'll be easy.

I have it here.

- Pardon Captain Kelso.

- Thanks very much Captain Kong.

- Not at all.

- Begging pardon to interrupt,

but ship very heavily guarded, no?

- Just natural precautions.

We're loading valuable cargo for Orient.

- Oh yes, of course.

Thank you so much.

- Polite old devil, isn't it?

- Yes.

Mother of father once say

politeness golden key to many doors.

- Well I guess our next stop
is the princess' apartment.

- [Charlie] Yes.

- Who were they?

- The police.

- Isn't one of them a Chinese?

- Yes, Charlie Chan, the detective.

- What did they want?

- You ought to know.

- What do you mean?

- Why did you kill her Kelso?

- Kill her?

What are you talking about?

- I suppose you don't know the
princess has been murdered.

- Murdered?
- Yes.

Why did you do it?

- You're crazy.

I don't know anything about it.

I haven't even seen the princess
since yesterday afternoon.

- Did you get her check?

- Yes.

- How much?

- $250,000.

- How about my share?

- Well--
- Look here Kelso.

She chartered this boat
to carry airplanes.

I put her in contact with you,

told her that you had flown
with her brother in China.

I planned this whole deal--

- I know, I know.

You'll get your share.

- Where's the money?

- It's in the bank.

- I'll see you at the bank in the morning.

- Alright.
- Very clever,

killing princess.

- Yes, very clever killing princess, Kong.

No witnesses around

to prove the airplanes
had never been delivered

or where the money went.

You're pretty clever Kong.

Goodnight.

- [Kong] I'll still see you at bank at 10.

Be there.

- I'll be there.

(suspenseful music)

(playful music)

(tense music)

(siren wails)

- [Bill] Say what room
is Princess Mei Ling's?

- [Man] Next floor front, room 26.

- Thanks.

This is it.

It's open.

- Aha.

Afraid too late.

Opportunity has flown on rapid wings.

- Yeah, somebody beat us to it.

- Perhaps overlooked something important.

- What's that?

- Traveler's checks, Exchange
Specie Bank of Peiping.

Several thousand dollars.

(Peggy groans)

- Peggy!

Peggy?

Peggy.

Peggy, come on kid, what's the matter?

Peggy?

- [Peggy] Did you get him?

- Get who?

- The man, the man that
was ransacking the desk.

- What'd the guy look like?

- He was masked.

- There's our murderer.

Can you tell me what he looked like?

- He had on an overcoat and a black hat.

- Oh swell.

Hey, how'd you get outta Chan's house?

- (laughs) I asked Tommy for a cigarette

and he didn't have any.

So he went out to get one.

And...

- Afraid unfortunate number two son

not chip off ancient block.

- How'd you get into this apartment?

- I found the key in the princess' purse.

- (chuckles) Seems Ms.
Cartwright inevitable decoration

to scene.

- Yeah and with probably an antique too.

- Oh yes, excellent rosewood.

Many centuries old.

- Oh Mr. Chan I'm awfully sorry,

but I had to get this story.

I'll have the chair fixed and
put it on my swindle sheet.

(laughing)

Say get this thing off of me.

I've been wearing it long enough.

- What happened to you in there?

- Well they knocked me out.

- [Bill] Somebody knocked you out.

That bag fell on your head.

- [Peggy] What a detective.

- Uh pardon please,

but gun does not belong
with innocent face.

- Gimme that gun sister,
this is the police.

- Police?

- What is name please?

- Lillie Mae Wong.

- She's the maid to the princess.

I saw her at the boat when they arrived.

- What time princess leave here?

- About eight o'clock tonight.

What has happened to her?

- How you know something's happened?

- I don't know, but you are police.

Something must have happened.

- Your mistress is dead.

Murdered.

What do you know about it?

- I don't know anything.

- Nobody knows anything.

- Who visited apartment?

- She had no visitors.

She made appointments
downtown in some office.

- Aha, nobody ever came here?

- No, no one except...

- Except who?

- Except a boy.
- What boy?

- A boy who lives in the basement.

- Yeah?

(suspenseful music)

Well.

This the boy?

- Yes.

- Look sonny, we wanna talk to you.

- Boy cannot speak, he is dumb.

- You mean princess was friendly with him?

- Yes, he is from Northern
China, her province.

He could understand what she said.

- How about you Chan?

- No, not familiar with
dialect, I'm Cantonese.

- Aha, he saw visitor.

- Yeah, so what, he
can't tell us about him.

- He saw the man in the alley.

There was a car in the alley.

It was a big car.

- Fine, what does that mean?

- It was a blue car.

- Alright, so he wore a black
hat and drove a blue car.

So what?
- Just a moment

please, Sergeant.

- Hey wait a minute, what goes on here?

Well I'm going on to
headquarters, make a report

and have this place covered.

- We'll see you later, please.

- Please Mr. Policeman, please.

Lillie Mae very frightened
to stay here all alone.

- Don't worry sister,
there'll be an officer

stationed right outside your door.

But don't try to leave this apartment

'til you get an official
okay from the police.

- Yes sir.
- You coming Peggy?

- Yeah, do you mind dropping me off?

- You're sure you're alright?

- Certainly.

Of course I'm a little dizzy.

- Yeah, you're telling me.

- Look here Bill Davidson,
I didn't care for that last

crack.

(thoughtful music)

(phone rings)

- Hello?

Yes.

Yes, second son of little wisdom.

- Gee Pop get a hold of this.

Lee Ching who belongs to my fraternity,

took me down to see his grandfather,

the head of the Hip Sing Tong.

- I am patiently waiting for load.

- Wait 'til you hear it!

The princess came over
here to buy airplanes

for her brother's army in the Orient.

- Ah, information valuable.

Good mark for number two son.

Now perhaps can forgive for letting

girl newspaper man escape.

Yes.

Very well, goodbye.

- Mr. Chan, I got the big job waiting.

- Good.

Desire to go downtown
to Exchange Specie Bank

on Market Street.

- Yes sir, we are practically there.

- As soon as I saw the news

of the murder in the morning papers

I decided to communicate with the police.

I want to thank you for saving
me that trouble, Mr. Chan.

- Oh yes.

Police already aware of bank connection

with princess money affairs.

- I'm not referring to
those traveler's checks.

There's a much more important matter.

When she arrived here she carried with her

a draft on the home bank in
China for a million dollars.

And what's highly significant,

she's cashed almost the entire amount.

First a cashier's check for $100,000,

then odd amounts almost daily.

Until she's only I think
around $37,000 left.

- Aha.

Happen to know to whom
first check was drawn?

- Yes it was cashed by a Captain Kelso,

who identified himself as the
San Francisco representative

of the Kelso Aviation
Company of Los Angeles.

I've kept things in my private file,

owing to the peculiar
nature of the account.

Oh yes, here's the Kelso check here.

- Yes.

Captain Kelso.

Captain K.

Offices in Brunsonbidding,
on Broad Street.

- Yes, I understand it is.

And these are the various acknowledgements

signed by the princess
in Chinese of course

for the other amounts she's withdrawn.

- Yes.

Tell me, you happen to have original draft

presented by princess?

- Oh yes, here it is.

It also bears her signature in Chinese.

I've taken these out of
the records of the bank

in the expectation of turning
them over to the police.

- Oh yes, of course.

We'll see that they get to proper party.

Do not know with whom
princess was dealing?

- Nothing she ever said would indicate

that she was engaged in
negotiations of any sort.

But, I could guess the princess
was hardly sight seeing.

(both laughing)

Perhaps this Captain Kelso
can give you some information.

- Yes, perhaps.

- You will of course see that those papers

are returned to the bank?

- Oh yes.

Yes, we will do.

Thank you so much.

- Oh not at all.

(thoughtful music)

(ominous music)

- Anything to report officer?

- No Mr. Chan, everything's
been quiet as a mouse.

- Aha.

Strange.

Maid go out?

- No, she hasn't left the apartment.

Mr. Chan.

Mr. Chan!

(starting tone)

(whimpering)

- Go tell officer call Sergeant Davidson.

- Yes sir, I sure will.

And if you don't mind, I
think I'll keep on going.

'Cause I think I left
something in the car.

- Yes.

Best place for a man with uneasy stomach.

- You said it.

Oh oh, officer, in there the maid she uh,

Mr. Chan wants you.

- Yes, Mr. Chan?

- You right, maid not go out.

(suspenseful music)

- Her death was probably instantaneous.

She went just as fast as
our friend the princess.

And by the same route.

- Yes, I think so.

- You think that's the
way it came in, Chan?

- Oh yes, only other
entrance to apartment.

- Well let's go up on the roof.

- Was there already.

- Any trace of anyone?

- No, nothing except footsteps
of little Chinese boy.

- Well let's see if he's around.

- He live in basement.

- This is the screwiest
case I've ever been on.

I'm up against a stone wall.

- You know many times
in past, Charlie Chan

find himself in the exact same locality.

- Um, well let's go look the kid up.

- Yes.

(suspenseful music)

Must be this door.

- Hey Chan, you think the little guy's

double crossed us all,

maybe he framed the princess
and then framed this.

- Hardly think so.

- Yeah, well I got a hunch
that little guy can talk.

I think that dumb stuff's just a gag.

- Sergeant.

- Yeah?

Uh oh.

Well looks like the kid did it.

- Think so?

- Well there's your air rifle.

Would've been easy for him
to hide outside your window.

He knocked off the princess and the maid,

now he's blown.

- But he is friend of princess.

- Well he probably moved in
here so he could watch her.

- Let us start at commencement.

First princess come here to buy airplanes.

Fighter planes must be
smuggled out of country.

Diplomatic reasons.

- Sure, to be shipped
on the Shanghai Maid.

- Could be so.

- Well let's go down and search it.

- Good idea but you go down.

Personally Chan pursue
other line of investigation.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Have keen desire to see Captain Kelso.

- Your name please.

- Charlie Chan.

- Just a moment sir.

- Chan?
- Yes sir.

- Oh.

Well send him in in just a moment.

I'll buzz you.

- Yes sir.

You may go in now please.

- Thank you so much.

- [Captain] Oh, how do you do Mr. Chan?

Well this is quite an honor.

- (speaking in foreign language) Captain.

- I knew you'd get around
to me sooner or later.

(chuckling)

Won't you sit down?

- Thank you.

- I've been anticipating an interview

ever since I read that the
princess had been murdered.

- Ah contradiction please.

Anticipate we trace check from princess.

- Well you see, I've been engaged in

some rather delicate
negotiations with the princess.

- Assume negotiating sale of airplanes.

- Yes.

It's quite natural she should come to me.

Her brother Chang Shei was
one of the best friends

I ever had.

- Yes, of course.

Do you know Captain, that princess

have withdrawn large sums of money

from Exchange Specie Bank of Peiping,

of which no trace found?

- No.

She was supposed to make
a second payment to me

at the end of the week.

- Ah.

Have no idea who might
have planned murder?

- Well that's hard to say.

However you know the cause of
Chang Sei has many enemies.

Have you any clues to work on?

- Well, before she died,
princess scribble on pad

on my desk, Captain K.

- Captain K?

- Yes, could possible be Captain Kelso.

- Well I--
- Cannot tell me

why she write your name, no?

- No.

Only wish I could.

I'm positively bewildered.

- Yes, Chan too.

- I don't have to tell you Mr. Chan,

this situation is distinctly embarrassing.

I've made a great many commitments.

And to put it bluntly,
I'm left holding the bag.

- Oh very sorry, but unless Charlie Chan

have exceedingly good fortune,

may find self in very same predicament.

Thank you so much.

- Yeah, I'm glad to be of help.

- Yes.

- Just a minute Ms. Cartwright,
he's on the telephone.

- Really?

Anyone I know?

- Now tell them it's for Charlie Chan,

it's very important.

Now tell 'em we want it right away.

Now nevermind, that's all.

I'll talk to you later.

- What important information
does Mr. Chan want?

- Why do you keep busting into my office

like you own the joint?

- Well look here Bill Davidson,
don't get tough with me.

I might know more than you think I know.

I've been tailing Charlie all day

and I think you'd give
him some protection.

That man's in danger.

- Listen Peggy, are you holding out on me?

Do you know something that I don't know?

- That wouldn't take much brains.

- Why you little vixen.

Take that.

- Take that!

- Oh so you wanna play do you?

Come here.

- Now tell me, what
information did Mr. Chan want?

- That you'll never know sweetheart.

Sit down.
- Why Bill Davidson,

don't you walk out on me.

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell buzzes)

- Hiya Birmingham.

- Good evening Sergeant.

Sergeant, did you find out

who was popping them Chinese
ladies off with the pop gun?

- Not yet.

But if I were you I'd watch my step.

You're next on the list.

They think you know too much.

- Not me.

I'm wearing a bullet proof vest.

(clangs)

Hear that?

(laughing)
- Not necessary

for Birmingham to tap skull
to prove head is empty.

- That's right Mr., hmm?

(men laughing)

- Oh I got the report from Los Angeles

on the Kelso Aviation Company.

It's a phony.

- Aha, we progress.

Come in.

Must thank number two
son for this information.

He was the one to find out
that princess buy planes.

- The address was an
old hangar in Burbank.

Hasn't been used for years.

- Very strange.

Representative of company

supposed to be in big
business deal with princess.

Much money involved.

- Yeah.

There are too many questions
that don't have any answers.

Why should the princess be murdered?

What was the motive?

What'd she do with all that dough?

Why'd she come here to see
you and who followed her?

Why should the maid be killed?

- Hmm, many questions arise.

All in good time we get answers.

- [Bill] Yeah, what happened
to that little Chinese boy?

I'd like to get my hands on him.

I'd make him talk.

- No trace, sir?

- Not a sign.

We've been through Chinatown
with a fine tooth comb.

We've watched the railroad stations,

the bus stations, the air terminal.

The little guy's vanished.

- Well, not gonna hide forever.

- We've got the best men in the department

out to trace him.

You know that little
guy's the answer to a lot.

- Hmm, do not be too certain.

Many time in the past it has happened

Charlie Chan horsely
bucking up incorrect tree.

- Yeah.

Well I'm gonna shove off
and get a little shut eye.

I'll call you if anything happens.

- Good.

Please to do that.

(dogs barking)

- Mr. Chan, watch them dogs.

They'll chew you into a mess of ya-ki-mai.

- Do not worry,

am number one student
in school of discretion.

- Ah, Mr. Chan.

The boss is waiting for you.

And these dogs, they don't
gonna hurt you either.

- How loud it thunder, how little it rain.

- See.

(doorbell buzzes)

- Ah, Mr. Chan.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Why Mr. Chan!

I hope my dogs didn't scare you.

They've been getting out of hand lately.

- Oh not at all.

Excellent guardians of master's domain.

- Do come and sit down.

- Thank you.

- Scotch or a bourbon?

- Well neither if you please.

- Oh.

Well I've been rather hoping
to see you again Mr. Chan.

I'm interested in your investigations.

- Oh thank you so much.

Mr. Armstrong, how many times
you actually meet princess?

- Oh two or three times, no more.

- I see.

Do you think it possible

that person who draw money out of bank

might not actually have been princess,

might have been impersonator?

- Why I hardly think so.

I'm sure I would've detected an imposter.

- Oh yes, you certain.

- Quite certain.

What makes you think there's a possibility

the bank's been imposed upon?

- Well very apprehensive
signatures forgeries.

- Why that's impossible.

I'm certain I would've detected it.

I know the Chinese language,
I can read it and write it.

I couldn't be fooled.

- (laughs) Well just want to
discuss matter, get opinion.

- I see.

(phone rings)

Oh pardon me just a moment.

- Of course.

- Hello?

Oh yes, Mr. Allen.

Yes I want quite a nice headstone.

Oh?

Well we'll look them over together.

Thank you very much, goodbye.

I've just buried one of my
dogs in the local pet cemetery.

He got vicious, bit the gardener

and I had to dispose of him.

- Oh, he also large dog?

- Yes, I always keep two of three of them.

I have more faith in my dogs

than I have in any other guardian.

- Yes, I understand.

Well must be going.

Time presses on heels.

- Well if I can be of any further help,

don't hesitate to call on me.

- Thank you so much.

- I hope you're successful
in solving this case.

- Well thank you so much, Mr. Armstrong.

Well you know sometimes
think successful detective,

one upon whom luck shows
smiling countenance.

(both laughing)

Good day sir.

- Good day Mr. Chan.

(suspenseful music)

(doorbell buzzes)

- Where's your master?

- In library.

- Go call him.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Okay Mr. Armstrong, sit down.

- What's the meaning of this?

- Sit down.

- Armstrong, we'd like
to know what happened

to the balance of the princess' money.

- Why she drew it all out.

Kelso here got some of it.

- Sure I did.

But only a little.

Where's the rest of it.

- All I know is she drew it out.

- We're gonna take you down to the boat.

Perhaps after a little while on the water

you will come forward with
just a little more information.

- This is ridiculous.

Charlie Chan has seen all
the papers in the case.

You can check with him
if you don't believe me.

- That reminds me, I
would like to have a talk

with Mr. Chan.

Suppose you call him up.

Ask him to come out here.

- I won't do anything of the kind.

- Call him up.

- The number's Major 4782.

(phone rings)
(scatting)

- Hello, Mr. Chan's residence.

Commence with the conversation.

Uh no sir, Mr. Chan's in conference.

He's in conference with
the Chief of Police,

the District Attorney,
the Mayor and Governor

and I think the Secretary of State.

(laughing)

Conference over.

The man with the dog.

- Humorous dialogue, not very humorous.

- Uh uh?
- Uh uh.

Charlie Chan speaking.

Yes Mr. Armstrong.

I will be there at once.

Car at door immediately.

- Oh Mr. Chan, you ain't
going back with them dogs?

- Men who ride on tiger cannot dismount.

- He can't?

- Car.
- Car.

- Hello Sherlock.

Any news from Chan?

- No, I guess he's got nothing to report.

So we're waiting for things to develop.

(phone rings)

Hello.

Hello Chan.

I was wondering when I
was gonna hear from you.

- Sergeant, maybe we emerge in
shining garments of success.

- No, you mean it?

I...

Well that's fine.

- Am going to home of Mr. Armstrong now.

Much may be revealed by the unsuspecting.

Meet me there.

- Sure, alright.

Goodbye.

- Something's up.

What is it?

- Oh nothing at all.

Just one of the boys checking in.

Nothing that would interest you.

- Now look Bill, when are you gonna stop

being stubborn and let
me in on this story.

- You'll get the story when I crack it.

No, I guess that's all for tonight.

Why don't ya drop around in the morning?

- Okay.

Are you coming?

- No.

I think I'll stick around awhile.

Couple of reports coming in
from the pawn shop detail.

- Alright.

Well, see you in the morning.

- Yeah, don't make it too early.

- Mr. Chan, Mr. Chan be
careful of them dogs.

- Do not have fear.

Dogs will recognize friend.

- Yeah, but Mr. Chan me and them dogs

ain't been properly introduced.

So if it's all the same to you,

I'll wait right out here.

- We'll arrange formal introduction later.

- Oh well that's alright.

Hmm?

I wouldn't go in there with all them dogs

for all the tea in China.

Good gracious me.

(doorbell buzzes)

- That'll be our friend Chan.

Alright Chan.

- Well.

Very interesting situation.

- Our pardon Mr. Chan.

We were not sure that you
would accept our invitation.

- Oh, disagree.

On the contrary, very grateful.

- You know a little too
much to suit us, Mr. Chan.

You've been a little too clever.

- Oh when with compliments.

- I think we should
all go down to my boat.

It may be easier to convince
Mr. Armstrong down there.

And you, Mr. Chan, may give us access

to the store of information
that you have gathered.

We're wasting time.

Let us go.

- Come on, come on.

- [Woman] You're requesting Macon in DMV

on frequency six, repeat and identify.

- [Woman] 113 clear.

- [Woman] 50B, Sunset and Main.

- Ahem.

- What are you doing here?

- You can't put anything
over on me, Bill Davidson.

You and your phone calls.

- You get outta this car.

- Try and put me out.

- Oh.

Hey, what are you trying
to do, wreck the car?

- [Kelso] Alright Kong, let's go.

- Uh oh, this don't look kosher to me.

Come on Birmingham.

Let's get going.

(suspenseful music)

- Door's open.

Something wrong here.

Chan!

Chan?

Chan.

What's that?

- Nothing, nothing at all.

- Where'd you find it?

- Right down there.

- Palace Hotel.

Hello, this is the police department.

I don't know what the number is,

but I want the Palace Hotel.

(phone rings)

- Hello?

Yes, Sergeant Davidson.

Room 461?

It was occupied by Captain
Kong of the Shanghai Maid.

He checked out this afternoon.

Boat sails at midnight.

- Alright, thank you.

Key belonged to the captain of the boat

the princess arrived on.

Maybe that's our answer.

Hello Ryan?

Davidson.

Send a couple of squads
down to the Shangai Maid,

pier 56.

I'll be there ahead of ya.

Right.

Come on Peggy, let's get going.

- Okay, get out.

- Good gracious me.

(phone rings)

- Hello.

Yes Birmingham.

What?

- I'm down here by myself.

Mr. Chan has made his
departure to parts unknown.

- But he had a date to meet
Davidson at Armstrong's.

- He left the house alright.

But I don't think it
was on his own accord.

Absolutely.

You better hurry up and
come down here to pier 56.

'Cause I'm dubious about
handing this thing alone.

Okay, goodbye.

Hello, goodbye.

- Sorry for the slight
inconvenience, gentlemen.

But necessity knows no law.

Mr. Armstrong, you'll
be given an opportunity

of explaining what happened
to the rest of that money.

And Mr. Chan, when we're, oh
about 100 miles out to sea,

you'll be given an opportunity

to swim back to San Francisco.

- Not very funny.

- Where's Captain Kong?

- Up on bridge.

- Listen kid, you wait here.

I'm gonna find out what this is all about.

- Now look Bill, I wanna--

- Wait here.

- Sergeant Davidson.

- Hi.

Captain Kong.

You recognize that key?

- Naturally.

It is to a room I had at the Palace Hotel.

Where did you find it?

- In the home of the
manager of the Specie Bank.

- Oh, that was where I dropped it.

- You called on Armstrong?

- Yes, this afternoon.

Our firm does a great deal
of business through his bank.

I went there to have some papers signed.

- Uh huh.

There seems to have been a
little trouble over there.

- Trouble?

- Yeah, the front door was
open, the house was empty

and the dogs were dead.

- So, what time were you there?

- About a half hour ago.

- Oh, let me see.

I was there about five o'clock.

Mr. Armstrong signed some bills of lading,

we had a bourbon and soda and I left.

- Oh.

- You consider the fact
that my key was found there

might be important, Mr. Policeman?

- I was supposed to
have met Mr. Chan there.

Both Chan and Armstrong have disappeared.

- I'm afraid I can be
of no assistance to you.

- Yeah.

Well I'll take this.

I may need it.

- Where is he?

- Way down shore, just right over here.

There's he is.

And if we're looking, Mr.
Chan is still in there.

- Come on.

- I'm right behind ya.

- [Charlie] Oh, hurry, hurry.

- Pop!

Gimme a hand Birmingham,
let's get 'em loose.

- I sure will.

- It's Captain Kelso!

Bill, Bill Davidson, it's Capt.

Bill, Bill Davidson.

Bill!

Bill Davidson!

Bill!

- Thank you so much.

- Oh nothing at all Mr. Chan.

- Now to get out of here.

- Mr. Chan is probably out
on a private investigation

of his own.

- Yeah, well I hope you're right.

But this time I'm not so sure.

- Let go of me.

Get your hands off me.

Let me out of the janitor, help!

Bill, Bill!

(gunfire pops)

Okay boys, get this guy.

Take him.

- Hey, Peggy, who's that guy?

- That's Captain Kelso, Chan
called on him this afternoon.

- Kelso huh?

Well maybe you can answer some questions.

Mack, Charlie, take the both of 'em

into the Captain's cabin.

You go up on the bridge
and tell the officer

the police are in charge.

Where'd you run into him?

- He was coming up from the hatch.

He grabbed me as soon as he saw me.

- Well, we'll start there.

Come on boys, I wanna go through this tug

with a fine tooth comb.

Flannigan, you go forward.

Allen, you take that side of the ship.

Chan!

What happened to you?

- We kidnapped.

- Kidnapped?
- Yes, from my own home.

- Well if we can't make
the murder charge stick,

we got 'em there.

- Oh you have got them?

- Yep, Kelso and Kong.

They almost had me fooled for awhile.

- Arrived in knick of time, Sergeant.

Much later and Charlie Chan
destined for very long swim.

- Yeah, well with a little luck

we got enough on him to send
him to San Quentin for life.

- You know Confucius say

"Luck happy chain of foolish accidents."

- Come on.

They're in Kong's cabin.

- Yes.

- There's our murderer.

And we got enough on the
other guy to hang him too.

Kelso and Kong I arrest you

for the murder of Princess Mei Ling

and her maid Lillie Mae Wong.

- Now wait.
- You're crazy.

- Interfering with
regret, but this not so.

Captain Kelso and Captain
Kong not murderer of princess.

- What?

Again, regretfully
interfering, here is murderer.

- Why that's preposterous.

- Examiners in bank for several days

discover misappropriation of funds.

Also on my tip,

discover systematic manipulation
of money of princess.

Mr. Armstrong very clever man, gentlemen.

As soon as he find out that
Captain Kelso and Captain Kong

were swindling princess,

he make plan to steal rest of money.

Princess only one who can testify

that Captain Kelso have not
yet received all of money

so Mr. Armstrong killed her,

feeling sure crime would
be pinned on Captain Kelso.

Then, with mask on, Mr.
Armstrong stole necessary papers,

later forged from apartment of princess

where he was disturbed
by, where Ms. Cartwright?

- Five'll get you 10
she's phoning her paper.

- (laughs) No bet, sure thing.

- Yeah, that's it Mack.

Phone you the rest of
it as soon as I get it.

Okay.

Bye.

- While he was at apartment, he was seen

by Chinese boy.

This very dangerous, so
he came back after him,

where in turn was disturbed by maid.

He killed maid and
carried off Chinese boy,

who was later strangled.

- Oh no, the little guy's not dead too?

- Again, regretfully contradicting.

But Mr. Armstrong tell
me that he buried body

of vicious dog in pet cemetery.

- That's right, I did.

- I opened grave early this evening.

Box contained body of Chinese boy.

Your story of vicious
dog clever fabrication,

Mr. Armstrong.

Only happen, all your dogs vicious.

(chuckles)

There you are Sergeant.

(punch thuds)
(Bill exclaims)

(punch thuds)
(Armstrong exclaims)

- Alright, get 'em outta here.

- Say, why are you arresting Armstrong?

- Because he murdered the princess,

her maid and the little Chinese boy.

- Holy catfish.

I just called the paper and
said that Kong and Kelso did it.

They'll have an extra out on
the street any minute now.

- Yeah, well that's your tough luck.

(laughing)

- You know a woman not
made for heavy thinking.

But should always decorate
scene like blossom of plum.

- Well Pop, I guess that winds that up.

It's a good thing I found
out about those airplanes.

That tipped the whole thing off.

- Yeah, well I uncovered
that phony airplane factory

in Los Angeles.

That gave us our first lead.

- And if I hadn't followed you to boat--

- Look here, if I hadn't
bumped into Kelso,

you'd all be out to sea by now.

- You know a very funny thing,

but seems somehow Charlie
Chan never find out anything.

(all chuckling)

However, man who ride on
merry go round all the time

sooner or later must catch brass ring.

(bright music)