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Make up your mind!

Either quit shoving or quit pulling.

This is the last stop.

Allah be praised!...
For always providing new women!

I saw her first. Let's not forget that.

Next time I go out with you,
I'll bring a telescope!

Next time you go out with me,
bring along another face.

Let's divide the work evenly...

You take on the armed forces of justice...

and I'll tackle the girl.

That battle plan of yours has never worked
to my advantage yet.

All roads lead into Shanghai

but not everyone is welcomed so...officially.

Why are you heading this procession?

Did you spit in his eye, my little lotus?

Lotus my foot!

They're takin' me to the cooler.

I ran out of whatever they use
'round here for money.

That's serious...
What put you in hock?

I had to roost in his coop.

1st class Chinese hotel if you don't care
what 1st class means.

And all of a sudden he handed me bill

with more seals on it
than a marriage licence.

It added up to 80 'ying yang' or
two wheelbarrows full of copper cash.

I don't believe in carrying money with me.

But fortunately my fat friend
is an expert at 'squeeze'.

Whew...I wouldn't like to be squeezed by HIM!

So you're new to our shores.

'Squeeze' is an old Chinese tribute.

Popular in your country
under the name of 'graft'.

Ever heard of it?

You're an American, aren't you?

sure...if Brooklyn is still America.

Gentlemen.

Excuse me.

I beg your pardon.

A wonderful fertilizer, money.

I want you to meet an old friend.

Dixie Pomeroy, Prospect Park.

Percival Montgomery Hau, Shanghai.

- What do I do now?
- Nothing my little pigeon.

But if you step into my magnificent hearse,

you might have enough to do
before evening is over.

Sit down and sprawl until
the boss looks you over.

I thought the gentleman in the
black nightgown was the boss.

Old moneybags?
He's an errand boy.

Like myself..

The real boss is a remarkable lady...

The most cold-blooded dragon
you'll ever meet.

She'll devour you like a cat
swallows a mouse.

Yeah? That only makes me more
hungry... when do we eat?

I'll have the chef send you up
a brace of 1000-year-old eggs.

Do you like them soft?

or scrambled?

Got a cigarette?

- Do you?
- I don't smoke.

Marcel.

Fake! Bad!
Rubbish.

Unless you collect a rhinestone.

Haven't you something of value, monsieur?

Only this.

What a gold mine!

Oh... catchee plenty fish catchee nice!

Makee money chop chop!

If these pilferers, these crooks around
here'd only trust me for a moment

I could show 'em how an honest man
can Shanghai in a hurry.

With things like these, we could make a
girl move any day of the week...

and in any direction.

One piecee emerald, you likee?

One piecee paycheck!

Allah Allah!
Allah is great!

What about this corner?

Well, Victoria, did I promise too much?

Isn't this place marvellous?

Look at those faces.
Half of them are Eurasian.

Who said "Never the twain shall meet"?

Java, Sumatra, Hindu, Chinese, Portuguese,
Filipinos, Russians, Malaya.

What a witches Sabbath!

If anyone saw us coming in here
I'd certainly hear plenty.

The other places are like kindergartens
compared with this.

The smell is so incredibly evil.

I didn't think such a place existed,
except in my own imagination.

It has a ghastly familiarity
like a half-remembered dream.

Anything could happen here...
any moment.

Look at that Arabian or whatever he is...

I wonder... does he sleep in his fez?

Turn this into gold for me.

Who's that female over there?

What female?

I say, he is marvellous.

Wouldn't he look wonderful
falling off an Arabian charger?

He's not the type that falls from a horse.

What do you think he is?

What'll we drink?

Boy!

What do they drink here?

Brandy and sulfur.
I wouldn't recommend it.

I wouldn't drink it if you did.
Can you make a Planter's Punch?

There isn't a bartender within 3000 miles
who can make one... except myself.

How would you like it... � la Martinique,
Jamaica, Virgin Islands, or Trinidad?

Jamaican, don't you think?

Where are YOU from?

Wherever I can get a passport from.

You sound Russian... that your country?

I have no country!

And the more I see of countries,
the better I like the idea.

Good evening Commissioner,
nice to see you again sir.

I forgot to phone for a reservation.
Can you find a quiet table for us?

- In here, sir?
- He means quiet for China.

This way, sir.

We did not expect this pleasure,
Commissioner.

I've already notified the boss.

One piecee table...chop chop!

My name is Caesar Hawkins,
in charge of the cash.

Alas, a frightful risk
for the bonding company!

A little space please... no hurry.
Take your time.

That's right, take your time.

Jack, this is Mr. Montgomery Hau...

connoisseur of jewellery
and, uh, other lovely things.

This is Mr. Jackson.
He specialises in music... and law.

This is Dr. Omar.

- Mr. Jackson.

Spread your carpet old boy,
and slip me four aces.

I cheat at everything except cards.

Lin Chi...
one piecee poker deck, chop chop!

Yes, Mr. Hawkins.
Any refreshments for your guests?

Yes. Six whisky soda,
chop ice, chop chop!

Confounded Asiatics insist on
trying to speak English!

What was that?

Hey boy... some water.

Water? It will kill him,
he's not used to it... vodka!

Let's get out of here!

It's only someone trying to shoot himself.

It's Saturday night.

I say, this sort of thing
isn't common, is it?

That's not you, Boris.
I thought we were good friends.

Why do you choose my place as a
springboard to the upper air?

Why don't you go home and
attend to your little formalities there?

Sorry.

I lost my head for a moment.

You nearly lost it permanently.

Give him 5,000 and let him continue.

Whew!

Somebody give me a cigarette.

Be seated, gentlemen.

Excuse the slight disturbance.

You can't call that a "slight disturbance."

You shouldn't have returned
his gun to him.

Why not?

How can you stop a man
from killing himself?

They're recommending Vitamin B1
this season!

This is Jackson,
our new legal counsel.

And this is Monsieur de Micheaux,
Number one man of our bank.

I'm overwhelmed!

What are we playing, poker?

Anything wild?

Only the joker, Mother!

You don't seem very...
very enterprising this evening.

Pass.

- Pass.
- Pass.

I open.

200 dollars?
Notes or gold?

Gold, of course.

Cards, my fellow pilgrims?

Three ladies, if possible.

One would be too much for me.
Give me a king.

He's sure to get a queen.

Nuts always come to those
who have no teeth.

Three please. I still prefer aces.

I'll play these.

200 more.

Last time we played, Commissioner,
you lost quite a little.

I'd quite forgotten that.
It's so long ago.

But I didn't come here tonight
to win it back.

Win or lose, my humble house
is always yours.

It's too bad we came here to tell you that
you'll have to close your humble house.

You know how awkward
we must feel about this,

but you'll either have to close
or move into the Chinese city.

And 200!

I'm not leaving the International
Settlement, you know that.

Not all Chinese are like me,
there's some decent ones.

If I stepped that much across the line,
they'd sell me for pork.

The idea's childish.
Who would visit us in the Chinese city?

Eh, look here, Mother...

we are nothing but messengers.

They'll send you a formal notice
cancelling your lease.

I came here as a friend,
don't make it more difficult than it is.

Tell me, for whom are you speaking,
if not for yourself?

I see no reason for concealing it.
It's the India China Trading Co.

Every so often Shanghai decides to clean
itself, like a swan in a muddy lake.

I shall not move, and I
certainly shall not close.

But you'll be forced to close!

This is not a moral crusade,

which might be easier for you to oppose
than "Big Business"!

You MUST close!

"Big Business"?!
What do you call this?

By the way an ordinance
is being passed next week

outlawing this and
similar establishments.

I've lived by my own ordinances
for a long time now,

and I intend to disregard all others.

Oh, waiting to see my hand?

Small flush, jack high.

Here's another house no one can beat.

Aces full.

One thing more... we are appointing you
police commissioner also.

Have you been instructed
to make me move tonight?

But we know you need 5 or 6 weeks
to make other arrangements.

Until about Chinese New Year then?

That's right. Chinese New Year.

You've delivered the message, gentlemen,
I promise to think it over.

Is there anything else i can do?

I told them you would be reasonable.

Now tell me... who is that
wonderful-looking creature over there?

I'll be glad to introduce you.

Until Chinese New Year, then?

That's right... Chinese New Year.

Wow!

Here comes the warlord of the
Chinese underworld, straight for us.

I am Mother Gin Sling,
this is my place.

I hope you will find in it
everything you desire.

May I introduce Monsieur De Micheaux?

Will you be kind enough
to give me your name?

My name is Smith, Poppy Smith.
And this is my brother.

Your name is not Smith
and he is not your brother.

That's beastly clever of you!

I say, I've always wanted to meet you,
Mother Gin Sling.

It's awfully nice of you to join us.

I promised Miss, uh, Smith a thrill,
and by jove, here it is!

- What will you have?
- Thank you, I don't drink.

You don't drink, Mother Gin Sling?

Is your name Chinese or English?

Indeed 'Gin Sling' is English.

It's a nickname as common in this part of
the world as the drink sold over the counter.

But why 'Gin Sling'?
Why not 'Whisky Soda'?

There was a girl called 'Whisky Soda' too...
and another one called 'Miss Martini'.

One called 'Scotch Highball'
and another 'B�n�dictine'.

In other places I might have been called
Rose, or Violet...

or Lily or...

even Poppy!

Excuse me, I have work to do.

Well you asked for it, Poppy.

Find out who that 'Smith' girl is.

I like her sheer spirit.

Righto.

I thought I knew everyone
in Shanghai, Miss Poppy.

- You must have arrived quite recently.
- Just last week, monsieur.

I've heard so much about your wicked city,
I've wanted to see it all my life.

Oh, I've lived here for 27 years now.

If there's anything you want to do
or see, I'm at your disposal.

Needless to say, with the greatest
personal enthusiasm.

There's something you can do
for me right now, monsieur...

I've always wanted to meet
a Chinese gentleman.

That one at your table, for instance.

Oh he's no gentleman, he's a comprador.
You don't want to meet him.

What's wrong with that?
Don't you like yachts?

Not 'Commodore', but 'comprador'.

No, no, a go-between - carries water on
both shoulders without spilling any.

Takes money from both sides.
A trifle shady, mademoiselle.

You'll protect me, monsieur.

I'd love to meet him.

Soyez gentil.

Ah bien! Vous parlez fran�ais?

Alors, vous connaissez la France?

Nous parlons fran�ais plus tard.

What's that?

We speak French later.

Ah, �a vas, �a vas.

What are you up to, Victoria?

I could have introduced you
to a Chinese gentleman.

Run along and phone that I'll be late.

They might become uneasy.

Um, I'm waiting to see the boss.
How long before she turns up.

Me no savvy English.

You'll savvy if you listen closely
for a minute.

Big shot. Number one man.

I mean number one woman.

You know what a woman is?

Woman.

Woman.

Woman!

[ Agitated Chinese ]

Yeah, uh... I guess you're right,
I, uh, I better wait.

Miss Smith, this is Mr Hau - one of our
more influential merchants.

I was influential. I was,
but I'm retired now, if you please.

Retired... and I have 5 wives, also retired.

And I'm looking for number 6.

We French have enough with one.

That is, one at a time!

Speaking of wives, uh, what is
your first name, Miss Smith?

My first name?

How do you like Poppy, Mr. Hau?

Poppy... that's a flower that's caused
my family a lot of trouble.

My unworthy great-grandfather,
for instance, in the Opium War of 1842....

This is my very best friend, Omar.

Miss Poppy Smith.

And you...
are you an Egyptian comprador?

No, I'm a doctor. Dr. Omar, of Shanghai

and Gomorrah.

Any relation to the poet Omar?

"A book of verses underneath the bough...

"A loaf of bread, a jug of wine...

"And thou beside me singing
in the wilderness."

You said Doctor Omar.

Doctor of what?

Doctor of nothing, Miss Smith.

It sounds important
and hurts no one.

Unlike most doctors.

And your burnous?
Is it as real as your title?

Where were you born?

My birth took place under a full moon
on the sands near Damascus.

My father was an Armenian tobacco dealer
and was far away.

And my mother,

the less said about her the better.

She was half French, and the other half
is lost in the dust of time.

In short I'm a thoroughbred mongrel.

I'm related to all the earth.

And nothing that's human...

...is foreign to me.

Then perhaps you can explain how
our friends suddenly vanished.

We were alone since I first saw you.

Do you come here often?

From now on I'll be here
every evening, waiting for you.

I'm afraid I won't come here again.

Then I'll have to take steps
to wipe out your image.

What steps?

There are quite a few steps
provided by the management.

There's one for instance.

You're wanted.

At your convenience.

The whole district has been sold.

They're going to call be back and give me
the name of the number one man.

That's what I thought.

Some big speculation in land values is all,
they want us out.

The name is Sir Guy Charteris.

Charteris? Who's that?

Find out when he arrived,
where he's from.

Find his mistakes,
every man makes them.

If he's successful,
he makes quite a few.

Should be easy to find
a few things to stop him.

A bullet will stop him.

Call up the bank and find out
what he's worth.

He's worth plenty. I can tell you that
without phoning.

Have a photographer in front of his house to get
his picture, I want to see what he looks like.

See if there's anyone in Shanghai
who knows this Sir Guy Charteris.

I know him.

What are you doing here?
Who are you?

Your tall friend brought me here
and promised me some chow.

I haven't even seen the chopsticks yet,
let alone the rice.

Are you playing at being
the Caliph of Baghdad again?

Another one of your pickups?

Seems to be a useful
one for a change.

Anyway, she'd be in jail by now,
had I not found her pleasing.

Wouldn't you my little tulip?

If you're thinking of putting your
little tulip in your buttonhole

you'd better get her
something to eat.

Leave me alone with her.
Order some food.

Now then. Sit down, my child, and tell me
what you know about this Charteris.

Well, before I had to beachcomb in Shanghai
we had a swell little leg show in Singapore.

We really started out in 'Frisco,

and some agent soft-soaped us
across the Atlantic to Marseilles.

We lost some of the kids there.

We then went to Cairo and, uh, most of them
are still walkin' up and down the pyramids.

How do you happen to know Charteris?

I met him in Singapore. He sent his
orderly backstage to make a date with me.

Orderly? Is he a military man?

Oh no, you know what I mean... the flunky.
The fellow who does the dirty work.

Well, he invites me out to dinner
at one of the joints.

I bring a girlfriend along to referee,

because um, you never know what
you're up against in the clinches.

Anyway, it wasn't necessary -
he turned out to be a gentleman.

Bought me pop and gave me orchids.

How often did you see him?

Oh, couple of times, uh,
maybe 5 or 6.

Of course I had to see him on the q.t.

We only went out in the dark.

Why?

Why? He's a big shot!
Men like that put us on the ice.

Besides, he's got a daughter.

Has he? How old is the daughter?

About my age, I guess.
That's why I couldn't see him any more.

He said his daughter was joining him
from a finishing school in Switzerland.

So he gave me some money and I invested
it in a ruby which turned out to be phony.

- What does he look like?
- Oh, he's okay.

Tallish, about 50. Has a good line,
knows what he wants.

And once in a while his arm
reaches for the ceiling

for no reason at all.

Just likes to stretch, I guess.

What colour were his eyes,
were they blue?

Yes, I think they were.

Are you certain his name
is Sir Guy Charteris?

Sure, his picture was in the paper once.
He's the real thing alright.

Wait a minute... maybe I can find a clipping,
I think I saved it.

No, I guess I threw it away.

Will this be on the river?

It used to be marshland. All full of
factories now and storehouses, and...

I know, I know. Most of that
sector is now ours.

And as far as I can see, it's only a
question of making it nice

and comfortable for the
others before they sell.

There shouldn't be much delay
since out friend here suggests

that the city is not averse to
the elimination of this quarter.

Look here, I told you
we were not to be disturbed.

Personally I would recommend that
additional funds be added, say 200,000.

This is Charteris.

I don't wish to be interrupted again.

- I'd like to have a new man on the
switchboard in the morning.
- Very good sir.

There's a Mother Gin Sling who wishes to
speak to you, and the person on the other

end of the line insists that the phone
will ring until you answer.

And who is Mother Gin Sling?

She runs the casino in the
district we're clearing up.

Quite an establishment,
and quite an income.

Some of these tenants we're dispossessing
seem to have a good deal of power.

Well, they'll have less when
we're through with them.

Let's get on with this meeting.

'Mother Gin Sling'... quite a name.

Sounds like rather a hard character.

On the contrary, she's
a very charming woman.

Is she?

Careful, you'll break the bank.

How much have you accumulated?

You'll know in a minute.
Let's have it cashed.

Aren't you proud of me master?
Am I not a good pupil?

It's either that, or beginner's luck.

The beginning and the end.

I'm not going to play anymore.
Not tonight, or any other night.

Otherwise I'd be here for good.

What's wrong with that? Do you
know a better way to spend your life?

There's something you don't know
about me... I can stop whenever I want to.

Let's go out for a ride.

I need some air.
Crazy! I didn't know I'd won so much!

Sir Guy!

- Where's my car?
- We can't find your chauffeur.

- Your car is in the garage.
- Well, have someone else bring it.

I'm sorry sir, the car won't move!

Alright, get me a taxi.

I'm trying my best, sir,
but they're all taken.

How about a rickshaw? A clean one.

Big fellow, isn't he?
Too big to be Chinese.

Must be Chinese. No one else
would do coolie's work, sir.

Roplingwile Road, corner of Gordon.

Get out! Get out! One is enough!

- Roplingwile Road. This way.
- This way! This way!

That's Sir Guy alright, isn't he handsome?
I should have gone over and talked to him.

No, I'll tell you when I want
you to talk to him.

So he calls himself 'Charteris'.

Sure he calls himself Charteris,
why shouldn't he? That's his name.

She reminds me of my first wife.

Money meant absolutely nothing to her,
as long as I provided it.

Croupier! 17!

And black.

And red.

Odd.

Pair, with your permission.

Boy, bottle of champagne.

That was the last of the Mohicans.

Now's the time to go after it,
my, um, plucked bird of paradise.

What'll I use for chips?

What about that rope of stones
around your neck?

I couldn't do that.
It's a present from my dad.

What do you care? Buy it back when
you've won. Your luck's bound to change.

You mean bound to get worse.
I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever win.

I wonder... will I get a good price for it?

Your question insults the house.

We buy and sell everything
in the most honorable manner.

You're a beautiful woman, Poppy.

The sparkle is artificial,
You won't need it.

I wonder how you'd look
with your hair down?

Misha.

45,000.

What's that in pounds?

790 English pounds. Minus a few, uh...

...unavoidable deductions.

Boy!

What's the ritziest drink you got, comrade?

Don't call me 'comrade.'
What's ritz to one is nix to another.

You can call me anything you like, as long as
you give me something with a cherry in it.

I suppose you'd like to add me
to your collection.

Which number do I remind you of?

Number 2 and number 4,
except they talked less and weighed more.

Boy!

I'm not a boy.

I'm 49 years old and my name is
Vladimir Nicolaivitch Krestov-Dvijensky.

My name is Voloche.

Sit down Hawkins, I want you to send out
some invitations for our New Year's Eve dinner.

Very good. A white tie job.

But you're not going to close
on New Year's Eve, are you?

I'm only closing a chapter of my life.

To begin with - to give the occasion
some tone - Lady Blessington.

Oh, she won't come.

It would be easier to have
the late dowager empress.

She'll come.

Very good, she'll come.
That settles her.

See that Jackson, Van Aalst
and de Micheaux are here.

Jackson, Van Aalst and Micheaux.
They'll kowtow.

And Mondragonen.

Boy oh boy. We'll have more fireworks
at dinner than in the streets.

Put down Sir Guy Charteris.

I say Mother, aren't you putting me to
rather unnecessary trouble?

You'll have an empty table.

It will not be empty.

We haven't been able
even to approach him.

How are you going to get him to accept?
Kidnap him?

Stop behaving like a disabled flamingo
and put down Sir Guy Charteris.

Very well, but I tell you he won't come.

- How much has she lost?
- Over 50,000 in the last hour.

What about her references?

She won't give any,
but I think she'll pay.

What makes you think so?

Omar thinks so too.

Omar should avoid thinking...
doesn't suit his personality.

I'll go out and see her.

Good evening, Miss Smith.

I hope you're not going to
ask for credentials too.

You asked for $50,000.

And why not?
I might have asked for more.

If your credit is good, any sum you wish
is at your disposal.

My credit is as least
as good as yours.

I'm sure it's better.

But unless you can furnish me with exact
references, I can't advance more than...

say, um, 5,000.

5,000!

Rouge.

Black.

Fortune can't be forced, but you know
there's such a thing as good fortune.

Can I have 200 more?

Merci madamoiselle, � bient�t.

I'll see you again.

Coming, 'Doctor'?

The game continues!

You look better today, Boris.

It's a pity she left.

Here is your 5,000.

Another couple of hours
and I could have paid all my debts.

You're plotting your revenge
like an engineer.

But the blueprints of your guests could
have been made more flattering.

Especially mine.

You'll be on my left.

And he'll sit there, opposite me.

What is it?

Miss Smith wishes more credit...
50,000 more.

I told them to give her whatever she wants.
No limit. Anything she wants.

Thank you.

This reminds me of a friend of mine.
A general.

He started and planned the battle superbly.
He himself was to lead the central attack.

On paper, it was perfect.

But it turned out differently...
he was promptly captured.

Do you wish some more?
Will that be enough, madamoiselle?

I don't want any more,
I've had enough.

Here comes your girlfriend.

Don't go away, Miss, um...

- Pomeroy. My name is Dixie Pomeroy.
- Stay here and have another drink.

Thanks, but I gotta run along.
Business before, uh, pleasure.

Were you paying for the drinks,
or was she paying for them?

I can say with pride, I've never
paid for anything in my life.

Do you think you can keep up
that enviable record?

Why not?

You're not going to make
me jealous, are you?

Now don't make a scene.

How can you be jealous of a little chorus
girl who doesn't own the clothes on her back?

Don't play with me!

I won't stand for it!

I've been watching you both for an hour.

That's why you lose.
Why don't you watch the game?

I told you not to play with me!

Please forgive me, I didn't mean it. Maybe
I had too much to drink. I'm sorry.

Don't be angry with me.

What next?

An invitation, sir, to spend the Chinese New
Year at the house of this 'Gin Sling' woman.

Let me see that.

I dispossess her, throw her
out of Shanghai...

and she invites me to
celebrate her departure!

In my younger days
I shouldn't have refused.

Too bad. Send my regrets as
politely as you know how.

Very good sir.

Answer that phone.

Yes?

Nobody there, sir.

- Have that call traced.
- Oh, very good sir.

I wouldn't go out there if I were you sir,
it might be dangerous.

Well, that's the best way to find out
if they're aiming at me.

Ryeson!

It's that rickshaw coolie again.

Looks to me like the first shot
of an intended 21-gun salute.

Give him a coin and tell him
I'd like to see him.

- Very good sir.
- I'm becoming fond of the fellow.

He's here, sir.

So, we meet again, eh?

You savvy English?

You speakee Chinee, Cantonee?

Let me see that invitation.

You know anything
about this?

You, um, breakee window?

You didn't by any chance
hear any shots, did you?

Boom boom?

Look here... if I find you in the vicinity of
my house again, I'll have you put in jail.

I assume you do speak English.

Wait. Lock him up, that should
take care of him.

I'll do my very best sir.

That sounded slightly Russian, didn't it?
What'd he say?

I think he said that no Chinese jail
is strong enough to hold him, sir.

From what I hear of Chinese jails,
he might be right.

Oh, yes sir.

Well, let's get on with the rest
of this correspondence.

- I hope it'll be easier to dispose of.
- I'm sure it will sir.

Um, give me that invitation.

8.30.

Formal.

"Mother Gin Sling requests the pleasure of
your company at dinner on Chinese New Year."

'Mother Gin Sling'.

Hey...

Bring me some brandy
and sulfur for a change,

and chase away the evil spirits.

Where's Omar to tempt me?

Where's that Persian poet?

Behave yourself, Poppy!
You're in China and you're white.

It's not good for us to see you like this.

You'll bring discredit to your
race if you continue.

Don't preach to me!

And let my race take care of itself!

What's upsetting you?

What's the matter?
Didn't I lose enough tonight?

So far you've lost nothing but pieces of
paper with my endorsement on them.

You wouldn't endorse anything
that wouldn't be paid.

I know it will be paid.

Come, get some sleep...
then you can play some more.

Don't touch me!
Don't paw me!

I have enough money
to buy this whole outfit!

And everything that's in it!

All that counts here is money anyway.

But this is the last time you'll see me.
You understand?

The last time!

Open up you!

Open up you!

Come on, honey... let me in.

Honey!

My ankle hurts! I've hurt it!

Oh, I've hurt my ankle!

Help!

My ankle hurts!

Help!

Did you hurt yourself, my little one?

I've hurt my ankle. I can't walk.

Well, that's too bad.

Omar, won't you carry me in, please?

Does it hurt badly, my sweet?

Where is she?

Where's who, my little
broken-footed antelope?

You know exactly who I mean!

I knew it!

This very very small powder puff
doesn't belong to you, does it?

Or maybe it's an illusion.

Come, quick! What does the poet
say when he sees a mirage?

I'm no authority on mirages
or powder puffs.

This belongs to Dixie, doesn't it?

Since when has Dixie had
a monopoly on powder puffs?

Omar, don't torture me like this.

Victoria.

Sit down.

Tell me, Victoria...

has there ever been any
doubt in your mind

that I love you better than
anything in the world?

Why no Dad, why do you ask?

We haven't been very close to each other
since we came to Shanghai and it's my fault.

You mustn't say that Dad, you've been busy.
You've had other things to do.

What's the matter?
Is something wrong?

- How do you feel?
- I'm fine. You know Dad, I'm always fine.

Is everything alright?

Anything troubling you?

You sound awfully strange.
Why do you ask?

It's not unusual for me
to be solicitous about you.

You're all I have, Victoria.

I've spent a good deal of my life
trying to protect you

from anything that could
possibly hurt you.

What's wrong, Dad?

Is there anything I can do?
Are you feeling happy?

Yes, I'm happy.
What's the matter?

I'm sending you back to Singapore,
and I'll join you in a week.

I've chartered a plane for you.

When do you want me to leave?

This morning. This isn't much notice,
but I make quick decisions -

sometimes they're wrong,
but mostly they're right.

That's impossible. I can't get ready.

Go as you are.
I'll have your things sent after you.

- I won't do it!
- Here, Victoria. You must do as I tell you.

I don't like saying this, but you've
overdrawn your bank account

and some of the trinkets
I gave you are missing.

This morning a man offered
to sell me this necklace.

I paid his price without
asking any question.

I don't know what you've been doing
with your money or with your time.

I've always had an instinct
about bringing you here,

and I'm not going to ignore
my feelings any further.

I'll join you in Singapore in
a little while and we'll

talk about it there, and
probably laugh about it.

Sorry, Dad.

Let's forget about it.

Take care of yourself, Victoria.

Take care of yourself.

You likee Chinee New Year?

I likee.

Why, Mr. Van Aalst,
this is indeed a surprise.

This is the last place on earth
I would expect to find you.

As long as you are here, Lady Blessington,
to honor us with your presence,

it can't be the last place.

You haven't told anyone
I own this building?

Ah, Mr. Hau!

So nice to see you again, Mr. Hau.
It's ages since we met.

You adore European women, don't you?

I wonder why, you old rascal!

I love them because they're so intelligent.
They have such a sense of humor.

My name is Caesar Hawkins,
no relation to the Roman emperors.

May I help to acquaint you
with the other guests?

Who would you like to meet?

Good evening.
I haven't seen you for many months...

since I had the good fortune
of selling you a fine piece of jade.

What piece of jade?

Nothing. Mr. Hau must be confusing
me with someone else.

Sir Guy Charteris.

- Good evening, sir.
- Good evening.

- Dr. Omar.
- I didn't expect to see you again so soon.

Oh, you, uh, work here, don't you?

Yes, I should have known that.

Anyway, I'm grateful that you made it
possible for me to repurchase the necklace.

I'm grateful to you for the price you paid.
Regards.

Well!

Nice seeing you again.

Miss, uh...
Now wait a minute, don't tell me.

Watch your step, Sir Guy.

- Pomeroy.
- That's right!

How did you happen to drift into
this cesspool of the Far East?

You said it. I never thought
I'd see you again, Sir Guy.

Are you in trouble?

Judging by appearances,
I should say you've done very well.

By a couple of miracles I broke into
the best circles, as you can plainly see.

Good evening.

It's a great pleasure
to meet you socially, Sir Guy.

- Miss Pomeroy, Mr. Van Aalst.
- Miss Pomeroy.

I don't want to disturb you gentlemen.

- Quite a crowd.
- Are you going to be in Shanghai long, Sir Guy?

Long enough to settle my affairs,
then I'm returning to Singapore.

- Well, what do you think?
- Hmm.

I am happy to see that no one
has disappointed me.

You will please find your places at the table,
I had some figures made in your image.

I beg your pardon,
that's your place.

Where am I?

Uh, that may be you, Lady Blessington.

A broken doll?
That's not me!

Dear me, how clever!

Dear me.

Is this you or me?

- My hair's white, your hair is still grey.
- Head of the table. I wonder why.

Oh you deserve it, Sir Guy.

The Chinese have for generations
specialized in stimulating dishes.

Birds� nests from Formosa.

Seaweed from the inland sea,
and shark fins from Gadar.

I've also not ignored an appetizer
for our male guests.

We're going to auction off
the girls for the junkmen.

Once in a while they have to
replenish their 'flower boats'.

You understand, of course, this is
staged purely for the tourists.

Shanghai has to live up to
its reputation.

I say, Mother Gin Sling,

are you sure those junk fellows
down there aren't the real thing?

They look awfully convincing.

Nevertheless, they are fake.

What about those poor little
innocents up there?

They look really frightened.

They are fake too... they are
neither frightened nor innocent.

That's an idea...

Putting my wives in cages.
Never thought of that.

Did you tell her we had
met in Singapore?

Sure, I'd tell the cockeyed world,
I'm so proud of it.

Perhaps I should have
worn a white tie.

I never take any chances
Chinese New Year's.

Did you have to inspect them
so closely?

- [in Italian] Don't start anything.
- [in Italian] Silence! Idiot.

Our little Chinese girls used to be
sold like that, not so many years ago.

I'm glad such a thing can't take place again,
it couldn't have been so very pleasant.

Oh, I don't know.

This is our New Year's,
and we're happy today.

As you can judge by the noise outside,
it's our most important festival.

It's a sacred day.
On this day we pay our debts.

And I know of no Chinese who
dare incur the ill-will of his gods

or his creditors by not starting
the year with a clean slate.

Hawkins...

Why don't you take the occasion to return
the 200 mex I loaned you in a confused moment?

Sorry old boy,
but I'm still using them.

Well, there are other New Years.

Cigarette, Sir Guy?

How long have you had that?

Thank you, I prefer my own.

Sir Guy, I'm particularly happy
to see you here tonight.

You have of course been in China before, or...
...or are you new to our customs?

Indeed, I'm quite familiar with them.

I know the North...

in fact, I like it better than the South.

It has more... tradition.

More poise, more character
and beauty.

You too come from the North,
don't you?

My people were Manchus.

Uh, do you prefer this climate?

Why did you leave the North?

I had little to do with it.
I was washed ashore here.

Picked up on the Shanghai waterfront.

Mr. Hau then took me in tow.

He saw me stealing some food
and he liked me.

Later he gave me enough
to establish this, um... gallery.

But that was long ago, wasn't it?

It was a good investment.

She paid it back a hundredfold.

I always pay my debts...
a hundredfold.

There's a tiger for you,
and showing her claws.

Those claws can stand
a bit of trimming.

Speaking of the waterfront,
you're so pretty, Miss Pomeroy.

Are you one of the Pomeroys
who have a villa near Nice?

She's a chorus girl out of work,
your Ladyship,

and but for the grace of Allah and Mother
Gin Sling she'd be floating down the river.

Oh, can the sentiment.

Pomeroys of Nice...
Pomeroys of Flatbush.

We had a marvellous villa there,
and what a landlord!

From Nice to Flatbush is quite a swim.

It doesn't matter where we come from,
what matters is that we are here.

Miss Pomeroy, of course, has never
witnessed this charming holiday.

Yeah, it's like our 4th of July.
I adore noise - it's so refined.

Mario, we're leaving!

- [in Italian] Excuse me.
- I feel sick and I wish to go home.

Sit down! You might become more
ill if I should recall to your mind

a little incident that took place
in Rio five years ago.

Don't disturb yourself, your Excellency,
your wife has a good constitution.

As questionable as her career has been,
it's no worse than yours...

or do you wish me to amplify
that statement?

Mother Gin Sling, you've no idea
how happy I am to be here.

I'm going into the casino later,
I've got quite a bit of money.

I'm left so often with idle time on my hands,
with nothing, nothing... nothing to do.

So do tell me, who's going to
sit next to me?

I hope it's a man, and by the way,
who broke this and why isn't it here?

That represents a very distinguished
young lady, who is being sobered up

so that she can walk in
and take her place at this table...

to complete the list of
my illustrious guests.

Another glass for Sir Guy.

Ahh! Good gracious!

What is it, Lady Blessington?
Someone has pinched you, I hope?

Indeed not!

One, two, three, four... 13 chairs, I'm
going home. You must excuse me.

Sit down!

Does anyone else wish to leave?

I take it, Mother Gin Sling, that
there's some reason which compels

each of your guests to stay.

There's none which can make me stay.

I came to see you
out of sheer curiosity.

I can appreciate an invitation issued to
a man you've been trying to intimidate.

Without wishing to give offence, I'll go.

Good night, Miss Pomeroy.

- Mr. Van Aalst.
- Goodnight, Sir Guy.

You act as if there were really nothing
to compel you to remain, Sir Guy.

I thought we may have had a longer chat,

but, since as you say, there's
no way of detaining you,

I'll say good night, Mr. Dawson.

How do you know that name?

Mr. Dawson has decided to stay.

Which, after all, is quite proper, considering
this dinner was given in his honour.

Who are you? What's behind
this mask of yours?

Look at me!

Is my face so changed you no longer know
me or do all Chinese girls look alike to you?

Look at me closely. The only mask
I wear is the mask of time.

Surely you didn't expect shining fate and
blind love to remain in my face forever?

I never saw you in my life.

The honorable Sir Guy chooses
not to recognise me,

but he chooses to drive me
out of Shanghai.

What a joke! I dare say he wasn't
prepared to meet me again.

But we do meet again,
and on New Year's Eve,

when we pay out debts...
great and small.

You've looked at me a long time now,
do you still say you don't know me?

Yes, why should I know you?

Wait a minute...

No.

That's impossible.
That girl's dead.

Yes. You're right... that girl is dead.

That weak girl who trusted you
with her life, she is dead!

But in her place stands
Mother Gin Sling, who is strong,

and who now trades
in the weaknesses of others.

And who because of that has again
as many boxes of silver as you

once stole from that stupid little fool.
Now do you know me?

Look at me once more
and tell them who I am

and why it is that you will
leave Shanghai, not I!

Yes, I said STOLE! Dawson was a thief,
whatever you may be today.

That's not possible!

You're not...

Quickly! Tell them the little name of love
you used to call the Manchu girl.

There were little love names
we had for each other then.

I was Miss Ladybug, and he was...

This is some sort of a trap!

There was a woman once, yes.
I admit it, but it couldn't have been you.

I beg you, let us have
no more of this.

Be silent, Commissioner.
That man's name is Victor Dawson.

How he happens to be
Sir Guy Charteris I don't know.

Perhaps he'll be kind enough to explain.

Yes. Yes, I'll be kind enough to explain.

Since she's made a public issue of the past,
I think it's only fair to say that she's right.

I came to China as a youngster.

Because I wanted to
make my own way,

I dropped my family name and
assumed the name of Dawson.

And I did marry a Chinese girl...
I saw nothing dishonorable in that.

And he saw nothing
dishonorable in leaving her!

He saw nothing dishonorable
in taking her money!

I was that girl!

When I met this 'Mr. Dawson', I gave him
my father's wealth to keep for me.

And I gave myself with it.

And I gave him a child, poor thing.

Then all at once he was gone.

I waited, the days were like years.

His friends came... I thought
they were my friends, too.

Then one day I found myself
like those caged animals out there!

Only there was no 'fake'
about that sale!

Do you know what
the China Sea looks like

from a boat filled with
passengers without hope?

Told to laugh, and be gay...
and kicked into not weeping!

A new port every few weeks...

Tientsin,

Amoy,

Canton,

Foochow...

and then Shanghai!

How could I dream that an hour would
come when I could pay him back in full!

And how was I to know
he would make it so easy?

The soles of my feet cut open and pebbles
sewn inside to keep me from running away.

I don't know what kept me alive,

unless it was the hope of a nice
social evening like this one.

Perhaps now I can persuade you
to return to your seat, Sir Guy.

I'm not through with you yet.

Well, Dad, I guess you didn't expect
to see me here, did you?!

But planes can turn back too!

Or did I imagine that you
put me on a plane? Huh?!

Are you surprised, Dad, to see your
daughter in this company?

Somebody give me a cigarette!

Go on, Omar, give me a cigarette!

You know him, Dad?

This is the poet laureate of Shanghai.
Some day I'm going to kill him.

Go on, Doctor...
recite something for Dad!

Go on! Go ahead! Hurry up!!

"The moving finger writes

"and having writ, moves on.

"Nor all your piety nor wit

"shall lure us back to
cancel half a line.

Nor all your tears
wash out a word of it."

How do you like him, Dad?

And how do you like this?

Want a cigarette, Dad?

Cost me thousands.

Cheap though, isn't it?

Like a lot of things around here.

Looks like she means me, I guess.

You don't mind if I overstep
my allowance once in a while

to make a few presents,
do you Dad?

While we're on the subject of presents, Dad,
I owe Lady Shylock over there �20,000,

and I haven't much to show for it
except that dressed-up clown.

This whole thing reminds me
of an argument I once had

with the mother of my 2nd wife...
it also was a question of money.

What time is it, anyway?

No tickee, no watchee.

I hope, ladies and gentlemen, you'll
allow me in my capacity as counselor

to point out that there are
two sides to every question.

Save your breath, Jackson.

I require no defense.

Whatever I have done, is done.

Come, we're going.

You can't possibly have any reason
to detain either of us any longer.

We've served out purpose.

- Come.
- Don't bother me! I don't want to go yet!

Why don't you listen to your father?
He wants you to go with him.

We Chinese at least bring up our children
to respect their parents, to obey them.

Even when everything
else goes, that remains.

I want you to come home.

Van Aalst, come over here a moment.

You'll come to my office in the morning
and pick up a check for �20,000.

Bring it to her.

And tell her that the funds
she claims I took

are, and always have been, in a North
China bank, in her name, in Tientsin.

I'm sorry, Sir Guy.
Anything else I can do?

The sins of the fathers....

Thanks, and good night.

Why don't you wait a minute?! Wait outside,
I have a few things I want to settle!

There's nothing to settle...
the money you owe will be paid.

I must say goodbye!
I can't run away like this.

No, no, you're coming home with me.

Why do you treat me like this?
I'm old enough to know what I'm doing!

Once before you forced me to leave.
What good was that? I came back, didn't I?

You've bossed me all my life and now
you know it hasn't done any good.

There were always other people to
tell me what to do, and what to think.

You've had me on a chain all my life.
Now I want to think for myself!

The only trouble with that chain was
that it wasn't strong enough.

Rickshaw!

Rickshaw!

Rickshaw!

I thought I'd be spared the pleasure
of seeing you again, Sir Guy.

There's no reason why you should remain
in my house. The slate is clean.

Let me get that girl in there,
before it's too late.

It's already too late.

Your daughter is no good
for anything.

Wherever you'd take her she'd be no good.

I would have torn down the whole world
to get at you but it wasn't necessary.

It was made easy for me,
because her soul was hollow.

Her emotions were cheap.

She had no more control
than her father had.

She had no more honor than he had.
Her blood is no good!

Alright.

You're forcing me to something
I wanted to avoid.

I didn't want to say this
before the others.

I wanted to deal with it myself,
but I can't now.

Her blood isn't bad,
unless yours is bad.

Her emotions aren't cheap
unless your emotions are cheap.

She's not my daughter,
she's our daughter.

Why do you say such a stupid thing? Our child
was gone before it could babble 'mother'!

Your daughter is in there!

Who would boast of
a child being yours?

After you disappeared, as you claim, she was
picked up for dead and brought to a hospital.

I took her far away where
the word 'China' is never heard.

She doesn't know to this day
that she was born in China.

Nor did she know, nor did I know,
that he mother was still alive!

If that's my daughter in there, then
I think this should be left to me.

Alright, see what you can do.

I'm not gonna hang around
here any longer!

Don't either of you leave this room
before I'm through with you.

Say, don't make it tough for me,
I'm just workin' here. I'm takin' orders.

There's nothin' between us.

Of course there's nothing between you,
I'm doing you a great injustice!

You're just friends. He's protecting
you from evil, educating you,

teaching you how to convert that cheap
tongue of yours into spouting poetry!

Well maybe I haven't had education,
but I know how to behave.

Makin' a holy show of yourself,
You oughta be ashamed!

Everybody goes through troubles...
I've had MY share!

Just 'cause it's tough for us, we don't
have to make it tough for others!

You can have him as far as I'm concerned.
Won't do you any good...

guy like that doesn't help
to make life any better.

He'd never help you up,
he'd only help you down.

"I sent my soul to the invisible

"some letter of that afterlife to spell.

"And by and by my soul returned to me

"and answered,
"I myself am heaven... and hell."

If you wanna, you can listen to
that Persian tripe. I'm going.

Stay where you are.
You're not going.

Let me go!

Get out, Omar. You too, Dixie.

Get out of here yourself!
They'll stay here!

This is my house, and I want
to be left alone with you.

I don't care whose house it is. They'll
stay here until I want them to go!

If you can still listen to anything,
then listen now.

I've just been informed
that I'm your mother.

What are you talking about?
You're crazy.

Dixie, get out!

And Omar, you too! Go!

Don't go, I didn't know
what I was saying!

Let him go. I have the
right to command you.

Do you hear me?
I'm your mother. Let him go!

What right have you to command me?

I have no more connection with you
than with a toad out in the street.

'Mother'...
why don't you forget that litany?

Somebody had to be my mother,
but I can tell you one thing...

if I had my choice, you'd be
the last one on earth I'd pick!

'Mother Gin Sling'!

What should we do now?
The police will be here.

This time we'll not bribe them will we?

You likee Chinee New Year?