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Sugar, you are just too much.

Man does have talent.

To what do I owe the honor?

Oh, just making amends, man.

When you first came on the scene, I said to myself, Herbie, this man just don't

come on like a circus.

I mean, he'll see one of those 30 -foot walls, and he'll never make the two.

Walk and wipe out, sure.

What did they say, Sugar? After all, this ain't Madonna.

This is... Makaha.

The big one.

In World Series time, you did.

Quite.

Yeah, I did.

What'd he say? What'd he say?

Well, uh, you know, it figures.

I mean, you never saw an English cat hang in 10.

I mean, last time I looked, there wasn't a ripple on the 10s.

But I yield to you.

I yield to you, baby.

Because, you know, I caught you out there, and I really think that you're

Project Samurai.

I was right, Mr. McNee.

The cook is more than a cook.

Now we shall see.

Report, please, Mr. Slate.

I've made contact, sir. The Luau cook.

Oh.

Well, let's hope he has something to tell.

Oh, and Mr. Slate.

Yes, sir? Make sure he lives long enough to tell it.

The others didn't.

Excellent, Tonga. Very well done.

You would, madames, please, if I may have my money?

Of course.

Give him a drink. He has earned it.

Thank you.

Dangerous time for that sort of thing.

This close to success?

The danger would be in letting him live.

One lump or two?

Mashai. Kanamatsu Mashai.

Gesundheit, sir.

Just a little joke.

Small.

Microscopic.

Mr. Mashai.

Former Admiral of the Japanese Navy.

A war criminal who simply disappeared.

Japanese intelligence had every reason to believe him dead.

But now it seems he's very much alive.

He was definitely seen in Hong Kong.

And again in Mako.

The trail led to Honolulu.

And here it is.

At Tokyo's urgent request, we're taking up the search.

Why are we so sure he is here in Honolulu?

Because his sister lived in Honolulu.

Sumata.

It's sister.

Beautiful.

The word is incredible.

Enormous wealth and power.

A legitimate business of a fruit -packing company.

But she's said to have a finger in every illicit pie in the islands.

You think brother and sister may be teamed up?

Yes, I do.

And the result could be disastrous.

I declare, sugar, you do that so pretty.

You want to do a lesson?

Shall we?

You know I purely hate it getting wet.

Come sit by Mama.

If you want to learn to surf, it's maybe just sitting here talking about it.

Sooner or later, one has to get into the water.

Can't be wise.

Daddy made all those millions in oil and never yet climbed a rigging.

Let's, uh, let's go to my little old junk.

Hi. Hi.

Cora Sue Pennybacker, April Dancer, friend.

Welcome, sugar.

Aloha and all that there island talk.

Cora Sue.

Oh, yes, you're the Cora Sue that a fellow named Herbie wants to see.

Refrigerator probably needs refilling.

Y 'all, uh, y 'all catch up on old time.

See you later.

Hmm.

Healthy girl, Cora Sue.

Quite. You do fit them.

Thank you.

Keep me off the street.

Work.

The master's house.

You have to pay the taxes.

I've been over every inch of the grounds.

There are only two possible places the fire dancer might have gone. One is the

house itself, and the other is a small boathouse on the property.

And? I tried the boathouse this morning, but someone was watching.

I'll try again after dark. Just to...

Souvenir for the lady, mister?

No, thank you. Help you remember Waikiki.

Oh, he'll remember Waikiki.

Oh, yeah.

You are absolutely certain?

I see.

My thanks, Mr. Ofaki. The favor will be returned.

Thrush, is it?

They have made positive identification.

Dr.

Slate, uncle agent.

Uncomfortable, Mr. McNee? I haven't got much stomach for it, with uncle in the

game. Then we will simply have to take them out of the game.

Doesn't she ever stand still?

Where's your compassion, love?

Cora Sue Pennypacker. Daddy owns half Texas, so it's all right.

Last year, skiing was in, so he bought her a chalet.

Oh, and this year, she's trying to play a stick.

So he bought her this pirate ship or Chinese junk or whatever it is.

Daddy sounds interesting.

You're money mad, and I'm off to the boathouse. I still think people should

Too obvious.

Ta -ra.

Sugar?

All right, Dolly, I forgot something. I'll be right back.

Does it hurt?

Of course it hurts.

Who do you think I am, John Wayne?

His own knife.

Thank you.

That is FM 245317.

That's what it says on the naval tag. The F .M. stands for Seaman, sir.

I'll put a top priority on it.

Get back as quickly as possible.

Right, sir.

Oh, and, Mr. Slate, extreme caution now.

The attack indicates that your cover is not as solid as we'd hoped.

How now, brown cow?

It's a martyr's house on the cliff.

But you said it was impossible to get near.

Quite, but I think it might be possible for one to do a little long -distance

snooping.

In fact, too good.

Yeah.

Yes, sir. You all playing hooky, sugar?

Come on, let's go.

I know a beautiful place in Black Eyed... My goodness, what's that?

Blackfire, you need a tune -up.

I do?

I'm going to give up on you.

I'm sorry. I had lunch with Cora Thu on a yacht.

Black -eyed peas.

Those little things just sit on a plate and look at you.

You find out anything?

Ladies first.

Any action?

Uh, yes.

One visit in.

Grey, crinkly hair.

Oh, that's him.

Yeah, he's a great friend of the dragon, ladies. I checked his hotel.

His name's McNee. Sean McNee.

Architect.

With definite thrush connections.

That's funny.

A thrush architect.

Do you think there's any connection between him and Scuba Diver Barton?

Naval intelligence is working on it.

Contact Commander Scott at Pearl Harbor, Mr. Slate.

He could provide your next move.

Right.

Mark, are you leaving?

You heard the man.

Mark.

Do you want company?

Somebody has to mind the store.

Oh, well, wouldn't we be a little ahead of the game if somebody got in the

store?

Hey, well, stay here till I contact you.

Quiet, Mr. McNee.

Still troubled?

You have ice water in your veins, Sumata. It is a fact.

And you, dear friend, exaggerate the problem.

Exaggerate, is it? With Barton dead, the man was important.

He knew the harbor like his mother's kitchen.

How do we navigate the ship without him?

No problem.

We have his chart.

All the necessary information.

And you yourself designed the casino so you know the entire layout.

Mr. Mashai can easily take over from now on.

Perhaps your enthusiasm has waned.

Oh, I have no wish to upset you.

Still grieving for Mr. Barton, are you?

Now, the man did lend a certain security. But you yourself know these

aren't always accurate.

He would be useful, is all.

Really?

I found him completely incompetent. Not only did he fail to eliminate the uncle

agents, he lost his own life as well.

Aye.

What about the agents?

You could start this voyage with a much lighter heart with them out of the way.

Welcome to our most unworthy house.

You were saying, Mr. MacNeil, that you would have a much lighter heart.

With the uncle agents out of the way your heart should feel much lighter now

Seeing such a beautiful bird in a gilded cage

I'm so sorry, Mr. Slate. Commander Scott isn't in at the moment.

He said you'd be back.

And to make you very comfortable.

No, please, allow me.

Well,

thank you.

Anything I can get you?

Coffee?

Tea?

Passion fruit?

No, I'll just wait.

Could I read to you?

No, really, I'm fine, thank you.

You know I'm a yielding.

Oh, I say, shall I call you sir or something?

Now, that would be ridiculous.

I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about.

My dear Miss Dancer, in a few moments you will be screaming information.

It will be terrible, lass.

You can save yourself a great deal of pain.

Believe me, I'm most anxious too.

The questions are simple enough.

How did Uncle get involved?

What was your specific assignment?

And where is Mr. Slate right now?

I'd be delighted to help you out, but... Stubborn.

Oh, stubborn.

That is your final answer?

I'm afraid it has to be.

You were saying?

Are you sure I'm not keeping you from your work?

Silly.

Mint.

Thank you.

You sure?

They had their room of martinis.

What martinis?

The ones you're going to buy me later on.

Ah, Slate.

Scott. Commander. Scotty.

I see you've met the yeoman.

Yeah, shall we?

Johnny, go.

Yeoman Kelly.

My secret weapon.

Huh?

I've got people running in here all day with information, whether I need it or

not. She's very effective.

Yeah.

If they let me keep her, I might make chief of staff at 35.

Is this your aspiring partner?

Yeah. Spartan.

Tough one.

Navy?

Uh, yeah. Submarines. Dishonorable discharge.

Oh? Selling Navy supplies.

He was a compulsive gambler. Got in over his head at the casino on Dushan.

Off Macau?

Right. The man we're looking for, Kanematsu Mashai, was seen in Macau.

Could Barton have been working for him?

Possible. Possible.

That casino on Dushan Island.

Big, wild, no limit.

A gambler's paradise.

Matter of fact, intelligence is sure it's a lot more than that.

A front?

The perfect way for unfriendly nations to pay off their agents.

Just let them win at the tables.

Sure. It's untraceable. Great cover.

You can't tell the players from the agents.

Intelligence figures that casino has a minimum of 80 million in the vaults at

all times.

Spies come high.

Nice call for somebody who decided to tap the vaults.

Impossible. They've got the best protection in the world.

What's that?

The sea.

The vaults are all beneath the sea.

About that time, sir.

Ah, martinis.

Aye, sir.

Uh, just a minute.

Uh, how are you?

Dress up that dress.

That's as far as it goes, sir.

April.

April.

I can never find that girl, and I won't, uh... I trust your... Your memory is

improving, Miss Dartha.

Not really.

A pity.

Girl, girl, what are you doing to yourself?

You've only to say the words.

Give you much time?

Enough. And the bird in the cage?

What do we do with her?

We take her along.

She may yet feel talkative when she realizes she's not coming back.

Playing four time?

Can you blame me?

They will have her soon enough. Aye.

Not enough time. There's a schedule to keep.

Remain here until she is caught.

And then? Leave her here well guarded.

I understand.

Then come along.

We will be ready by the time you arrive.

Yes? Mark?

April, you are driving me absolutely... Just listen.

I'm fine.

But you better find out what an FT -626 is.

Could be a flight number, could be anything.

It departed about an hour ago.

Seemed very important to Zomata.

April?

Lovely. Just lovely.

Mr. McNee, why can't we... Oh, still, girl, still.

Give it a move you want to make.

I've set the contraption on balance.

As long as you stand perfectly still, you're safe as houses.

And if I move?

Oh, it would be terrible, lass.

Look. Do you have the idea now?

Well, good day to you, lass.

I've much to do.

Thank you.

FT -626.

Check the airlines. There's no such flight.

That figures.

Coffee? Yeah.

Here it is. It's one of ours.

She was talking about a submarine.

The FT is a designation, fleet type.

Sub? It doesn't make any sense.

No. Particularly one that's in the...

Yards for repairs.

Bates, Commander Scott.

Progress report on FT -626, please.

When?

I see.

Bates, give me an RCR routine. I'll hold on.

Sub left the yards a couple of hours ago.

Repairs completed.

A skeleton crew's bringing her back up the coast to her regular birth at Pearl.

He's doing a radio check. Now, yes, just to make sure.

Fine.

Okay, thank you.

There's a mistake somewhere.

He just contacted the sub. Got a P .N.

Proceeding nicely.

I wish we were.

What is it, Mr. Dixon?

Life raft, Captain.

Survivor support.

Ha ha.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Ha ha ha ha ha. Ah!

What is it? A chance to keep your men alive, Captain, if you follow orders.

Come fly with me, Miss Cornpole, huh?

With me, baby, not by me.

Me.

Welcome to Peaceful Valley.

Thank you, Cole.

It's kind of like asking Macy's about gimbals, isn't it, sugar?

Not so much as a howdy.

There was a call.

A fella. He wanted you to call back.

Who? Scott.

Commander Scott.

Claire, here's the fastest sign.

It's like trying to throw a hammer lock on a shatter.

As always, me.

Not at all sure this means anything, Mark, but... Kathy, get to it.

It's the sub, FT -626.

She was supposed to do a normal en route radio check 20 minutes ago. She didn't.

So shore control tried to make contact, couldn't raise her. What could happen to

a submarine?

Relax, it could be a simple radio failure. There's no way of telling yet.

Stay on it, Cotty, will you? You better believe it. Just keep in touch.

April, what's going on and where are you?

In Samantha's house.

What?

Find out what FT -6250 is.

Don't laugh, but it seems to be a submarine and it's missing.

They must have stolen it.

Samantha? And McNee.

Where could you hide a hot submarine?

It would have to be a large shelter.

On the water.

A warehouse.

Samantha's bootleg.

Try and get all of these crates in before.

Oh, lovely, lovely.

A sight to behold.

Regained your enthusiasm, have you? In its entirety. How much longer would you

say, Samantha?

A few hours at most.

I wish to talk to Dushan Island, the vaults of that fine gambling casino.

Eighty million dollars, a tidy round. See that they keep moving.

I shall take care of that other little detail.

Preserve it.

Hardly the idea.

It's right here. Bear it in mind.

Laddy, you wouldn't want to ruin the whole darling plan now at the last

Smile.

Smile.

Great friend.

Where did the marker go?

Back to the house.

The little detail she was going to take care of. April Dancer?

You want him over here.

The light touched me.

Overact and you're quite dead.

Now let's go.

Keep it private, shall we?

I have one question to ask you.

Where is Miss Danza?

An excellent question, Mr. Slate.

You have very little time in which to answer it.

No scruples about killing women, Mr. Slate?

Have you?

dead man, Mr.

Slate. And you've lost 80 million dollars. I just came from the warehouse.

Don't look now, but your makeup needs retouching.

This is the night for surprises.

Mr. Mashai, I presume?

At your service.

What happened to Samantha?

Dead for several months now.

Natural causes?

To be sure.

Unfortunate, but very convenient for me.

Very? It's enabled you to move about and set up your plans for Dushan Island?

Of course.

What safer hiding place than in full view? You are a dead man, Mr.

Slade. The night for surprises.

May I have a day, ma 'am?

Lovely. What's the word?

Well, it seems we're very big with Waverley. We've saved two governments

embarrassment by Mr. Nashine.

Oh, no.

As a reward, we don't have to hurry home.

Any time tomorrow will do.

Generous, isn't he?

He also gives away, I wonder.

You took Warren?

Oh, we did have a little chat.

I told her I didn't think I'd fit in with Daddy's enterprise.

How silly.

You're throwing away a fortune.

Is there any oil?

You think she'd marry a sailor?

Why not? Daddy can always buy him a battleship.