All language subtitles for Charlie.Chan.In.Shanghai.1935.DVDRip.XviD-FRAGMENT.HI.English

Here I come!

Here I come!

- I beat you!
- [Laughter]

[Children Chattering]

We want to do it again.
Come on.

Well, they seem
to have you down, Mr. Chan.

- Sixty summers young. Sixty winters old.
- Come on.

Come on, Charlie.
We wanna do it again.

- [Speaking In Chinese]
- What'd you say?

[Chinese]

You want song about
Princess Ming Lo Fu?

[Children Laughing, Cheering]

All right.
[Laughing]

~ [Singing]

~ [Continues]

- ~ [Ends]
- [Applause]

- [Boy] Come on.
- Thank you so much.

[Children]
Come on, Charlie. Come on.

[Boat Horn Sounding]

You conduct mission
long here in China?

Yes. In Yangtze Valley.

Very interesting.

[Boat Horn Sounding]

[Man] Taking a vacation, eh?
Staying in Shanghai long?

A holiday mood like fickle girl...
privilege to change mind.

[Speaking In Chinese]

Now then, play fair. This is your first visit
to Shanghai in many years, isn't it?

Yes. Most anxious
to renew acquaintance...

with land
of honorable ancestors.

[Speaking In Chinese]

[All Chattering]

Oh, there he is, Diana.

- Mr. Charlie Chan?
- Humbly acknowledge name.

I'm Philip Nash,
Sir Stanley Woodland's secretary.

Most happy
to make acquaintance.

This is Sir Stanley's niece,
Miss Diana Woodland from Canada.

- How do you do, Mr. Chan?
- So pleased.

Sir Stanley asked me to apologize
for not meeting you himself...

but he was detained on business.

You will see him, of course,
at the banquet tonight.

- There is banquet?
- Oh, why of course.

The arrival in Shanghai
of so distinguished a visitor can't go unnoticed.

[Chuckles]
Much flattered...

by unexpected acknowledgement
of humble efforts.

You'll have to make
a speech, you know.

Idea of making speech
bring goose pimples.

Much scared.

Hi, Pop!

Hi.

Joy equals astonishment...

at seeing offspring in Shanghai.

- Explanation, please.
- Mom cabled you were coming to Shanghai...

so the firm sent me here
to look into the trade situation.

Yes? Selling oil
for lamps of China?

[Shouting In Chinese]

[Chinese]

[Man Speaks In Chinese]

Pocketbook, of course,
left in other suit?

- Believe it or not.
- Old excuse...

like ancient
billy goat has whiskers.

[Applause]

Ladies and gentlemen,
it is a great pleasure for me...

as president of
the chamber of commerce...

to welcome our illustrious guest,
the famous Charlie Chan.

[Applause]

And now I have a bit
of good news for you.

We are not making
speeches tonight.

[Laughter, Applause]

Just a few words
of welcome to Shanghai.

I call on Colonel Watkins,
our commissioner of police.

[Applause]

I count myself lucky to have known
Charlie Chan for quite a few years.

Charlie is a splendid friend...

- but I'd hate to be his enemy.
- [Chuckling]

Here's to our friendship,
Charlie.

- [Applause]
- When did the commissioner
of police meet Mr. Chan?

Scotland Yard, at the time
of Sir Lionel Bashford's murder.

I call on Mr. Sun Wong.

[Applause]

[Speaking In Chinese]

I made an important discovery
this afternoon.

That's what prevented me
from meeting you.

We can get together
after this is over.

Two ears for every tongue.

[Chinese Continues]

[Chinese]

What does all that mean?

He said,
"Thank you so much."

And now we are fortunate
in having with us our old friend...

Sir Stanley Woodland, who has
a few words to say in our behalf.

[Applause]

It is a great pleasure to me
to perform this friendly ceremony.

I am certain I can think
of no better words...

to voice our sentiments, Charlie...

than are inscribed
on the scroll contained in this jade box...

fashioned, who knows...

by the hands
of your ancestors.

- May I read it to you?
- Please.

[Gunshot]

Uncle Stanley!

- Uncle Stanley!
- [Panicked Chattering]

Murderer most ingenious.

But the motive, Charlie?
The motive?

Motive like end of string...
tied in many knots.

End may be in sight,
but hard to unravel.

Sir Stanley had so many friends
but few enemies.

Only one enemy necessary
to commit murder.

Box was in hands of, uh,
Sir Stanley's secretary?

Yes. But he...

Let's hear what he has to say.

- Diana, how is she?
- She is taking it pretty hard.

Hmm. That box, Philip, you were
looking after it, weren't you?

Yes. It was in my room all afternoon.
I brought it here myself.

You look in box
before coming here?

When Sir Stanley
first gave it to me, I did.

It was all right this afternoon.

- Did not look before starting for banquet?
- No.

Someone could have changed box
during afternoon?

Well, yes, I suppose
it could have been done.

Too bad you let it
out of your sight.

- But how could I know anything
like this would happen?
- Yes, yes, yes.

Perhaps home better than here
for young lady.

She'll appreciate it.
May I, Colonel Watkins?

- Yes, yes, of course.
- Thank you.

Sir Stanley very good friend.

With your permission,
would like to help on case.

I was hoping you'd say that.

My whole department
is at your service.

For present, would prefer
to work alone.

Yes, yes, of course,
if you wish.

Thank you.

- Will say good night now.
- Good night, Charlie.

Thank you.

- Find fingerprints?
- Now listen, Pop.

If you and Sir Stanley
had business together...

it's a cinch that whoever sent you
this note killed him...

and is after you too.

Very clever deduction.

Instincts of detective father...

inherited by noble offspring.

- But what's it all about?
- Talk cannot cook rice.

You mean you don't know
what it's all about yourself?

Silence best answer when uncertain.

- You go to bed now.
- All right.

But don't say
I didn't warn you.

Thank you.

Distance no hindrance
to fond thoughts.

Good night.

Good night, Pop.

Good night.

Do not forget your prayers.
May need them.

[Silenced Gunshots]

Hey, Pop. What was that?

Pop!

Dad. Dad.

Dad!

Operator, get the police, quick!

- Can relax.
- Dad!

[Chuckles]

- I thought they'd got you.
- Have idea someone make attack...

so come into your room
to watch on sofa.

So sorry fall asleep.

Hello. Hello. Police department.
Police department.

Charlie Chan speaking.

Is anything wrong, Mr. Chan?

May tell commissioner that desire
of my son to report murder...

based on hasty conclusion
and devotion to father.

Yes.

Safe now to sleep.

Sleep?

Insignificant man has never
improved on nature's tonic.

But you can't sleep with
this sort of thing going on!

Contradiction, please.

Murderer believed
Charlie Chan dead.

Second attack unlikely.

- Gee, Pop, you gave me the scare of my life.
- Yes?

Wake up, Charlie!

Thank you so much.

Office.

Good morning.
Have wish to order breakfast.

Room service is busy, Mr. Chan.
Will you wait a moment, please?

[Ringing]

Marloff, something
went wrong last night.

What do you mean?

I'll connect you on this line.
Listen carefully.

And don't say anything
until I speak again.

You may have
room service now, Mr. Chan.

Will have coffee, rolls...

marmalade and very large omelet.

[Chinese]

You see?

All right, you stay there
and keep your eyes open.

I'll let you know
what to do later.

[Shouting In Chinese]

Oh, it's you, Pop. I dreamt that
I was facing a firing squad.

Dreams like good liars...
distort facts.

One fact very clear...
have much hearty hunger.

- Now you dress.
- Okay.

Grant favor, please?

Omit song in bathroom.

Gee, Pop,
I sure miss my radio.

~ The bear went
over the mountain ~

~ The bear went
over the mountain ~

~ The bear went
over the mountain ~

~ To see what he could see ~

Hurry, Lee.

Cold omelet
like fish out of sea...

does not improve with age.

Where you going, Pop?

To visit very
charming young lady.

You stay here and
look after telephone.

I will inform my most august lady
of your exalted presence.

Thank you so much.

May your honorable ancestors
rest in peace.

- Good morning, Mr. Chan.
- Good morning.

So sorry to disturb.
Have come to offer sympathy.

Thank you.

Am trying to help police.
Have necessary questions.

- Perhaps you have answers.
- Ask anything you wish, please.

Sir Stanley appear nervous.

As if afraid of attack?

Why, I...

I never thought of it before, but...

for the last few weeks
Uncle Stanley has been rather...

oh, how shall I describe it...
rather cautious.

Can be more definite?

Well, now that I think of it,
he never wished to be left alone.

Was to have assisted honorable uncle
in important matter.

- You know nature of his business?
- No.

Someone made very certain
Sir Stanley did not talk to me.

Perhaps search among
uncle's papers...

disclose important
communication for me?

Mr, Chan, last night
after Philip left me...

someone broke into
Uncle Stan's library.

- There were papers all over the floor this morning.
- May I see, please?

Yes, this way.

Nothing has been touched?

Philip was here for a few moments
this morning. Then he called the police.

And Colonel Watkins said to leave things
untouched until he arrived.

Young man Philip is here?

No. He went to the docks
to meet a Mr. Andrews.

- From Washington?
- I believe so.

Uncle Stanley
was expecting him, I know.

- You like young man very much?
- Yes, very much.

Most fortunate young man.

If papers found for
Mr. Andrews or self...

will take good care?

- Most important.
- I will, Mr. Chan.

Thank you so much.

[Chinese]

Aw, listen, baby.

What have I been doing for
the last 30 minutes but listen?

On the boat you said you wanted
to see me every night.

- Have you changed your mind?
- Sure, I want to see you.

Do we meet tonight
or do we not?

I'm trying to tell you that
I can't say for certain, you see.

- [Line Disconnects]
- Hello! Hello!

- [Ringing]
- Hello!

Yes. This is his room,
but he's not in.

Sure, I'll tell him
just as soon as he comes in.

Am in.

- That was...
- Sir Stanley's secretary?

Yes, and he said...

That Mr. Andrews has arrived?

How do you do it, Pop?
With mirrors?

Good for seeing backwards.

Well, here's one. Do you know
that this Mr. Andrews wants to see you?

Well, now that you
tell me, I know.

[Doorbell Buzzes]

- Mr. Chan?
- Am Charlie Chan.

I'm from the commissioner of police.
He sent this note.

You talked to girl on telephone
all morning or many girls?

Only one, Pop.

I tried to shake her,
but I couldn't.

Will wait one moment, please?

Certainly, sir.

Get, uh, commissioner of police.

15380.

Operator? Get me 15380.

Say, Pop, you don't think
this is phony, do you?

Phony? Translate
into English, please.

You know, is there something
fishy about it?

Slight odor, perhaps.
Will see.

[Ringing]

Yes?

The old boy's pretty cagey.
He's checking up on us.

Put him on.

Police department.

What name, please?

Oh, Mr. Chan.
Just a moment.

I'll put you through
to his private secretary.

Good morning, Mr. Chan.

I've been trying to get you for an hour,
but the line has been busy.

Humbly apologize for...

telephone flirtation by my son.

The commissioner wants you to come at once
to the address he has given the chauffeur.

- He's one of our men.
- Thank you so much.

Where do we go from here?

I go. You stay here.
And please make note.

You pay bill for all
female telephone calls.

Well, I got here
just as soon as I could.

You seem to be in an awful rush,
if you ask me.

[Ringing]

Hello. Who wants him?

This is Colonel Watkins,
commissioner of police.

Oh, good morning, sir.
Pop got your note all right.

- He's on his way to meet you now.
- On his way to meet me?

I never sent him a note.

You didn't?

Charlie Chan's son said
that his father's just left the hotel...

in answer to a note
I'm supposed to have sent him.

- That's odd, sir.
- It's more than odd.

Send over a couple
of men at once.

- I want an immediate report.
- Very good, sir.

- Do you want to buy flower?
- Oh.

Thank you, sir.

- I've got to get a taxi! I'm in a hurry!
- Taxi!

Catch that car!
Double fare if you make it!

Hey, step on it, will you?
We've got to catch that car!

Hurry!

Here, let me drive this thing!

Well, here we are.

[Chinese]

[Chinese]

Sit down.

So much reception.
Most flattering.

Charlie Chan often see enemies
in shadow box.

Now enemies see Charlie Chan.

[German Accent]
Just a little taste of your own medicine.

Medicine very bitter.

What are you doing
in Shanghai?

Think perhaps you have
made answer impossible.

- Here's another one, Chief.
- Lee!

Listen, Pop.
The commissioner rang up...

Let capture be good lesson
of virtue of silence.

Silence won't help you.

You came here to meet
Sir Stanley Woodland!

If answer known,
question seem unnecessary.

Are you trying to tell me
that you don't know why...

Sir Stanley Woodland
summoned you to Shanghai?

Answer to question
veiled in death.

Yes, Mr. Chan.
For you and for your son.

Hasty conclusion like, uh, hind leg of mule...
kick backward.

What do you mean?

- If we die, you also die.
- Yeah?

Have ace in hole.

Suggest view through window.

Very interesting.

Look for beggar.

Not very good beggar,
but very good detective.

- Detective?
- Sure, he's a detective.

A second after you left,
the commissioner rang up...

and when I told him what had happened,
he said to tell a cop to follow us.

By now, this whole joint
is surrounded by cops.

That's right, he did say something
to a cop as he came out of the hotel.

That is ace in hole.

Come on, Pop!
Let's get a move on!

Go.

Very proud of athletic offspring.

As you say, scram!

[Andrews] And you're certain
Sir Stanley left no message for me?

- None that I know of, Mr. Andrews.
- Hmm.

Have a cigarette?

Thank you.

Well, make yourself
at home, Nash.

I'll go freshen up bit and see
if I can get rid of these sea legs.

Rough trip.

[Floor Creaks]

I beg pardon, sir.

The laundry on the boat fairly
ruined the master's shirts, sir.

Do you happen to know where
I could purchase a new supply?

There's a little shop about two blocks
down the street... Soo Low Gow's.

Thank you, sir.

[Doorbell Buzzes]

- Is this Mr. Andrews's apartment?
- Yes, miss.

- Name, please?
- Miss Diana Woodland and Colonel Watkins.

- Is Mr. Nash with Mr. Andrews?
- Mr. Nash is in the study.

- Shall I announce you, miss?
- All right.

- Yes.
- Diana thought we'd find you here, Philip.

[Diana]
I found this in Uncle Stanley's desk.

Colonel Watkins thought we ought to
bring it over. It's addressed to Mr. Andrews.

Oh, Mr. Andrews.
Miss Woodland.

- May I extend my deepest sympathy,
Miss Woodland.
- Thank you so much.

This is Colonel Watkins,
commissioner of the police department.

- A pleasure to meet you.
- Thank you, sir. You have something for me?

Yes, I found this
in my uncle's desk.

We thought it might
contain information...

that would throw some light
on Sir Stanley's death.

Will you pardon me, please?

Why, no, there's nothing
in this to help us, Colonel.

- [Phone Ringing]
- Pardon me, please.

Hello.
Yes, have him come up.

I hope you won't
think me rude...

but I've a most important visitor
whom I must see immediately.

Yes, of course, certainly.
Well, we'll see you soon, I hope.

No, no. Don't go, please.
There's a pleasant breeze out on the balcony...

and I'll join you shortly
for a gin rickey.

- Splendid idea, eh, Philip?
- Why, yes.

- Mr. Andrews?
- Yes. Come in.

- Just came from...
- Visitors.

This way, sir.

This matter is of such enormous importance
I don't trust anyone.

- Most wise.
- Will you sit down?

- Thank you.
- Young Nash tells me that you and Sir Woodland...

had no opportunity
for a private talk.

- Most unfortunate.
- You know, of course, why he sent for you?

Sir Woodland's letter very vague.

Await explanation, please.

Well, as you know, Sir Stanley was
a secret agent of the British government.

I'm in the same service,
representing the United States.

Cooperating with the Opium Committee
of the League of Nations...

and certain officials
in the Chinese government...

we were planning a campaign
to round up a group of smugglers...

who've been using Shanghai
as a clearinghouse for their goods.

It's a grave situation,
Mr. Chan.

The terrific toll of life taken yearly
by this insidious traffic is beyond belief.

Beauty of poppy
conceals sting of death.

In more ways than one,
I'm afraid.

Sir Stanley was murdered
because he knew too much.

- He left report?
- Apparently not.

Oh, I've an important phone call
I must make for Mr. Andrews.

- You won't mind?
- You go right ahead, my boy.

I'll see that she's here
when you come back.

So, without a doubt, it was Sir Stanley's
idea that you, knowing the language...

and customs of the country,
would succeed where we might fail.

Confidence most flattering.

- Not misplaced.
- Thank you so much.

Uh, commissioner
of police assisting?

No, we thought it best to limit
the knowledge of our work to just us three.

Kidnap plot and attempt
to kill humble self...

indicate that many others
share knowledge.

They tried to kill you too?

Spider does not spin web
for single fly.

Sir Stanley's secretary
now work for you?

I think so. Sir Stanley apparently
had great confidence in him.

- He might identify men we seek.
- No.

Sir Stanley confided in no one.
I don't know where to begin.

Long journey always start
with one short step.

- Are you all right?
- Yes.

No, don't risk it.

- No! Now don't be a fool!
- It's quite safe.

- Did you see anyone in here?
- Why, no.

Are Colonel Watkins
and Miss Woodland safe?

- What's all the excitement?
- Why, someone shot at Mr. Chan from this room.

- Charlie, are you hurt?
- No.

- I rang up and your son said...
- Please, talk later.

- Did you just come in?
- Yes, sir.

- See anyone in the hall?
- No, sir, and no one in here either.

Except Mr. Nash. He was just coming
from the bedroom, I think.

- He stepped in to make the phone call for you.
- Phone call? What phone call?

Hello, operator.
Operator.

Was any call made from this room
during the last 10 minutes?

Thank you.

Well, young man?

Charlie, do you mind looking
in the bedroom?

Oh, Philip.

What were you looking
for in my bags? Search him.

- Oh, Philip, don't let them.
- Please, dear.

Here.

The note to you from Sir Stanley.

But why should he have taken that?
It's of no importance.

- May see?
- Yes.

- Stand by that door.
- Yes, sir.

Perhaps fingerprints.

Probably. We'll have them
compared at headquarters.

Waiting not necessary.

- Have powder puff, please?
- Why, yes.

Observe.

Scar on thumb.

Hmm.

Your right hand, please.

That scar settles it.

Nash, you're under arrest
for attempted murder of Mr. Chan.

Philip! Oh, he couldn't
have done it, Colonel.

Please, Diana.

You have nothing to say?

It's my duty to warn you that anything you
say may be used in evidence against you.

You're making
a great mistake, Colonel.

I'm sorry, Diana,
but that's for a jury to decide.

He's the only one at the time of the shooting
whose movements are not explained.

Your man was coming in at that door.
He saw no one in the hall.

I was on the balcony
with Miss Woodland...

and you and Mr. Chan were in the study
and you were found near the spot...

from which the shot was fired.

No one could've gone out of that window
because it's locked on the inside.

And finally,
there's an identifying fingerprint...

found on the butt
of this gun.

Now I call that a pretty clear case,
wouldn't you, Charlie?

- Charlie!
- [Doorbell Buzzes]

See who that is.

Charlie, where on earth
did you get to?

Made most interesting discovery.

But, Charlie, the evidence
is as clear as the nose on your face.

Owner of face
cannot always see nose.

All right,
what's the big discovery?

Very possible someone leave apartment
through this window.

Huh. It's fastened
on the inside.

Most humble apologies
for exhibiting commonplace match as clue.

Examine, please.

Well, I don't see anything unusual.

- Notice spot of oil?
- Yes.

Note handle.

Maybe it squeaked
and someone oiled it.

Maybe someone
have better reason.

Will demonstrate.

Now listen, baby. Nothing would please
me more than to take you out tonight...

but how many more times have I got to
tell you that I can't say for certain yet...

I'm very sorry,
but that's absolutely all I can say!

Mr. Chan has nothing
for publication.

Hello, Pop!

Oh, all right.
Here's your dime.

Cash on the line for
one female telephone call.

Thank you so much.

- Tired?
- No.

Just had refreshing ride
on fire escape.

Got a clue, Pop?

Shot in dark
sometime find eye of bull.

- Have read?
- It sounds reasonable enough.

Observe envelope.

I don't get it.

[Charlie] Unimportant letter
in envelope marked "important."

Get it?

I'm sorry, Pop.
I missed it.

Look, Pop!

"Have made important discovery
involving one Ivan Marloff.

"A m closely watched.

Use this means for communication
as agreed. 'W'. "

Gee, Pop, you don't think
that's the man who kidnapped you?

Most elementary conclusion.

Well, I'll be...

- Got something?
- Something very strange.

Mr. Andrews did not think
letter important.

I get it.
And he should have...

because if he and Sir Stanley
were working together...

he would have known
about the invisible writing.

Most excellent conclusion.
Very proud.

- What you going to do now?
- Ask Mr. Andrews questions.

[Doorbell Buzzes]

I'm Mr. Andrews.
Is Mr. Chan in?

Come in, please.

Been trying to reach you for the past hour,
Mr. Chan, but your line's been busy.

- So sorry. Romantic offspring.
- Oh, I see.

- Will you sit down, please?
- Thanks.

Very great honor to receive
visit in humble hotel.

- May offer refreshment, please?
- Yes, thanks. Scotch.

Soothing drink
like summer shower...

bring grateful relief.

Oh, you're not joining me?

Preserve appetite
for less potent Chinese tea.

Cigarette?

Thanks.

You're very hospitable, Mr. Chan,
but not always polite.

- Hmm?
- When you walked out on me today...

I naturally expected you
to return after the others left.

So sorry for delay.

A very casual letter
from Sir Woodland...

in an envelope marked "important"
was not sent to me for nothing...

Mr. Chan,
and you took it with you.

Apologies.

Very bad habit of collecting clues.

I was right.

Must look for man
named Marloff.

You brought this up too?

Principle of trusting no one
make me doubt even you. So very sorry.

Well, in view of what's happened
I can't say that I blame you.

But you must understand I couldn't have exposed
the secret message before the others.

Very excellent precaution.

This gives us a good lead.
We can start work on this at once.

Suggest first search kidnap house.
May find clue there.

- You know where they took you?
- Have very excellent reason to remember.

Well, let's go then.

- I'm going with you, Pop.
- Contradiction, please. You stay here.

And keep away from telephone!

If our friend Marloff was
the man behind the lights...

he and his gang
left here in a hurry.

Smart rats know
when to leave ship.

Recognize fingerprint with scar?

Well, let's see.

It's Nash's all right.

[Scratching]

[Scratching]

Who's there?

[Meowing]

- [Both Chuckling]
- Give us most hearty fright.

Hands up, please!

- What you do here?
- To help you.

Huh?

I didn't know what you
and Mr. Andrews might run into...

so I came along,
just in case.

Got idea of disguise
from detective book?

Yeah, and it's a pip too.

May borrow book sometime?

Sure. Ah, you're kidding me, Pop.

On contrary, greatly appreciate,
just in case.

- Suggest we now take police into confidence.
- I think it wise.

Any orders, Pop?

Four. Return to hotel,
burn disguise...

study detective book,
watch telephone...

- and, uh, take bath.
- Okay.

You say you'd recognize
these men if you saw them again?

Except man behind lights.

Recognize accent.

- What about the switchboard girl at the hotel?
- Very pretty brunette.

Hmm. I suppose you remember her,
hey, Charlie?

Make very good impression.

You're fighting a desperate gang.

My department is yours
if you need it, you know.

Secrecy in our operations
is most important, Colonel.

Offer greatly appreciated.

All right, gentlemen,
it's your funeral.

Hope not.

- [Intercom Buzzes]
- Excuse me.

- Yes?
- [Dakin] Miss Woodland is here, sir.

- Oh. Ask her to wait.
- Yes, sir.

It's Miss Woodland.
She wants to see young Nash.

You know,
it's difficult to believe...

that a decent young fellow
like Nash would try to murder anyone.

- You've questioned him?
- Can't get a word.

Perhaps young lady
can make him talk.

If anyone can.

- Dakin.
- Yes, sir.

- Send in Miss Woodland at once.
- Yes, sir.

Colonel, you know very well
Philip didn't try to kill Mr. Chan.

But, Diana, my dear,
the facts are very clear.

- Mr. Andrews...
- I'm sorry, Miss Woodland.

You believe in him,
don't you?

Situation for young man very bad.

But you said someone else
used the window. You proved it.

Correction, please.
Only proved someone could have used.

Oh, I thought
I understood you, Mr. Chan.

I see I'm mistaken.

- May I see Philip?
- I needn't tell you, Diana...

that Philip is in really
a desperate predicament.

And a few words of explanation at this time
would be of great help to him.

- Get him to talk.
- I'll try.

- Dakin.
- Yes, sir?

Have Nash sent into
the anteroom at once.

- At once, sir.
- In here, Diana.

Thank you.

Now we'll hear
what he has to say.

Five minutes, Miss Woodland.

Diana, you shouldn't
have come here.

But I had to, Philip.

Haven't you anything you can say that will
clear up this terrible misunderstanding?

There's nothing to be said.
What I've done I've done.

If I have to stay here, well,
there's nothing I can do about it.

But surely there's something
you can say.

Sorry, gentlemen.

I say, Nash!

I'll have the motor
going in a second.

Get over there, all of you!

[Engine Starts,
Horn Honks]

Stay where you are!

One moment.

Only foolish dog
pursue flying bird.

The young upstart.
Dakin! Dakin!

Imagine a girl
like Miss Woodland...

trying to help a would-be murderer
to escape from prison.

There's no question, Mr. Chan,
he's the man we're looking for.

Innocent man does not run away.

Yes, sir.
What's happened?

Dakin, send out every available man.
Search the settlement.

The whole city if necessary.
Find him! Bring him back!

Mr. Nash, sir, has he escaped?

Has he escaped?
Of course he's escaped!

- What do you think?
- Yes, sir.

Lee.

Lee.

[Chattering]

[Knocking]

[Speaking Chinese]

Hey, Pop, tell these mugs
to lay off me, will ya?

We caught him as he was
coming through the fire escape.

- [Speaking Chinese]
- Please.

Clothes of disrupted beggar
conceal dearly beloved son.

[Chattering In Chinese]

- Ah, phooey!
- Son.

Now wait a minute,
before you bawl me out, Pop...

I was on my way back here when I saw
the taxi driver that knocked me out.

- You follow?
- I'll say I did.

He went into a cheap joint
on the waterfront... the Versailles Caf�.

- Did not notify police?
- Of course I didn't.

- I beat it back here to tell you.
- That is good.

[Phone Ringing]

Hello? Yes, sir.

It's Mr. Andrews.

Charlie Chan speaking.

Get over here
just as quickly as you can.

I think we've cracked
this case wide open.

Will make immediate haste.

What's the matter? Has something happened?
Can I go with you?

Only little time to talk.
Have important business for you.

- Must act quickly.
- Okay, Pop.

So sorry for delay.

- Caught in traffic.
- In the study, Mr. Chan.

Most happy
to renew acquaintance.

Gentleman who make abduction.

Oh, so he's one of them, is he?

I caught him going
through my papers.

- Now then, you're gonna talk. Where's Marloff?
- I don't know any Marloff.

- Come on! Where's Marloff?
- I don't know!

Well, we'll see about that.

[Punch Lands]

- Now then, you gonna talk?
- Yeah, I'll talk. He's at the Versailles Caf�.

- You ever hear of that place?
- Can easily find.

53, reporting on secret assignment
file 457 M.

Have a squad of men
surround the Versailles Caf�.

Keep them in reserve
until something breaks.

Right.

It'd be foolish for us to move in
on that mob alone.

One man cannot move
a mountain, you know.

But two men can start digging.

Keep your eye on that fella.
If he gives you any trouble, call the police.

- Quite right, sir.
- Are you ready?

As son Lee would say,
"Let's go."

Say, he'd like to knock
my teeth out.

You'll have a chance to get even
when they walk into that nice reception...

at the Versailles Caf�.

Come on.

~ [Middle Eastern]

[All Laughing]

That Oriental girl
certainly knows her stuff, doesn't she?

They're trained, these dancers,
since childhood.

See what it says here
in the guidebook?

Yeah. You read it.

- ~ [Stops]
- [Applause, Cheering]

~ [Piano]

Whiskey.

Well, if it ain't my old pal
from Chan-king.

Come on, Bo.
We've got a lot to talk about.

Turn around.

All right, down those stairs.

- Where did you find him?
- Snoopin' around upstairs.

- You're Marloff, aren't you?
- Yes.

I'm in a jam.
The police are after me...

and I've gotta get away
from Shanghai.

Listen, Marloff, you've got a boat out there
on the river. I wanna go on it, to America.

You know a lot, don't you?

I know you're in a spot
if you don't get out of Shanghai tonight.

I can tell you every move Charlie Chan
has planned. That oughta be worth something.

- Sure it ought to.
- Not here, you fool.

Do you want the crowd upstairs
to find out what we're doing down here?

Listen, you spy.

That break of yours
from jail was just a trick...

arranged by your friend
Charlie Chan.

And we've just been
waiting for you.

- Sure, we'll take you to America.
- [Punch Landing]

- They're on their way now.
- Fine.

Now you go upstairs
and let them see you.

And when they follow you down here,
we'll be ready for them.

- Okay.
- Get that stuff below.

- What about this guy?
- We'll take him with us.

When we get out to sea,
we'll drop him overboard.

~ [Piano]

- Gentlemen?
- Scotch. Yours?

- Sarsaparilla.
- What you say?

- Sarsaparilla.
- No catch you.

I'm afraid you'd better follow a bad example.
Scotch, two. Chop-chop.

You don't have to drink it,
you know.

Bottle of whiskey
and two glasses.

Taxi driver who assist in abduction.

Looks like we're too late,
Mr. Chan.

Careful. Remember you never drink
anything stronger than tea.

Appearances sometimes deceiving.

Like a wolf in lamb's clothing.

Oh, so that's it.
Shipping it in wine cases.

Shipping place not far off.

River runs nearby.

Which means they've a way
of getting to the water.

Very clever deduction.

Trapdoor.
Possibly leads to river.

Right again.

Got a flashlight?

Throw it down there.
We'll have a look.

See? Loaded boat
at the dock.

Nobody around it.
Let's investigate.

All right, Mr. Chan,
you go ahead with the light...

and we'll signal my men
from down below...

and then we'll run the boat
around to the government dock.

- Greatly admire efficiency of G-men.
- Yeah.

Insignificant offspring
of searchlight...

seems to have internal trouble.

Let me have it.
It's all right.

[Boat Engine Chugging]

Motorboat.

Must be police you telephone
for to surround the place.

[Gunshots]

- Keep 'em down there.
- [Gunshots]

Grab those guns.
Stand over there.

- Come on, come on. Get over there.
- Keep those hands up.

- Upstairs, boys, come on.
- You all right, Charlie?

A little late, Charlie,
but we got here.

Sorry I couldn't have been
of more help, Mr. Chan...

but Marloff saw through
our jailbreak scheme.

Thank you so much for able assistance
already rendered.

[Andrews]
Why, what's Forest doing here?

No one knows less about servants
than the master.

Forest one of gang.

He made attempt on my life
in your apartment...

escape through window and appear
to have just entered by door.

Well, I can believe that now.

Well, what about
Nash's fingerprints on the gun?

Marloff think young man
know too much...

because of position
with Sir Stanley.

So use fake fingerprint on gun
to create impression...

he try to kill me.

Rubber stamp pad
in fireplace at kidnap house...

with the sample fingerprints
on paper.

Very clever device.

Then Marloff was also responsible
for the concealed gun...

that killed Sir Stanley
at the banquet.

And it was one of his gang
who tried to get you at your hotel.

Very probable.

Mr. Chan, you deserve the thanks
of the United States Government...

for the help that
you've been on this case.

Believe government
owe you debt also.

Without able guidance, could never
have located storehouse of opium.

[Chuckles]
We'll share that honor, Mr. Chan.

I'll be very happy to assist
in taking charge of these men.

I'll remove them to the government dock
in their own boat.

Certainly. I'd appreciate it.
Our police boat is very small.

- All right, take these men below.
- Uh, pardon, please.

- One more prisoner to be accounted for.
- Who's that?

Real head of dope smuggling ring.
Reach for ceiling.

[Laughing] Let's have our laugh later,
after this business is finished.

- Come on. Get started.
- Put up your hands.

Take gun away
from gentleman, please.

Hey, Pop, here's your wire photo
of Andrews and a cable from Washington.

That man isn't Mr. Andrews.

Read cablegram, please.

"Andrews, Bureau of Investigation.

"Agent 53, assigned to opium
smuggling detail in Shanghai...

"murdered in San Francisco
three weeks ago.

Murderer not apprehended."

Corroboration of evidence
most gratifying.

You pretend to be G-man.

Now turn out to be
N.G.-man.

Young Mr. Nash, when going through
Sir Stanley's private correspondence...

from Department of Justice
at Washington...

discover that real Mr. Andrews
did not smoke or drink.

When you come to reclaim...

private letter of Sir Stanley
to real Mr. Andrews...

you make smart guess
about secret writing.

But very foolish to accept scotch
and cigarette.

Also foolish to fake
telephone call for police.

Fortunately, humble self
took precaution to notify same.

You very clever though.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Gave you plenty rope.
You make excellent noose for neck.

Now we go in boat
to government dock.

Suggest you go
to young lady.

Will find her waiting at home.

Charlie, you're all right.

Thank you so much.

Go home. Okay now for
one female telephone call.

Thank you so much.