All language subtitles for The Mysterious Mr. Wong (1934)

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-We have been send her to
put and end to Wong's crimes.

So far we have failed.

-He's a mad man, Julian.

He must be found, and
the coins of Confucius

restored to Keelat.

In the hands of Wong,
they mean destruction.

[GONG]

-One more.

The province of Keelat will
know the rightful ruler.

-[INAUDIBLE].

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[GONG]

-That awful gong.

Every time it sounds, Wong
gives his dreadful order.

And terrible things
begin to happen.

-Did the ancient and
honorable name of Wong

fall from the lips of his
gracious and loyal niece?

-These doors must have keyholes.

There will always be
those who listen at them.

-It would be unfortunate to
have to shut so beautiful

a personage in the
dungeon of the faithless.

-You wouldn't dare.

-Wong has dared many things.

He will continue to dare.

And one day it is
acclaimed by all Keelat.

-You are wrong.

-You were never intended
by fate to rule Keelat.

-Time will teach you to
guard indifferent speech.

-He frightens me.

The madness of him is driving
all reason from his mind.

-It would seem that the
little affairs of the Tong

are of interest to this
Mr. Jason H. Barton.

Now, we cannot be [INAUDIBLE]
with one of our own.

But this Mr. Jason H. Barton.

I trust for his own
good interest will not

bring him too close
to the house of Wong.

-Mr. Barton.

Come on, cut out the
playing, would ya?

-Come here, I want
to talk to you.

-What is this, now, Chief?

Why don't you follow up
with that Chinatown story?

-Oh, nix on that now, chief.

I ran out of gas and flipped
on over to the banana wars.

-There's nothing in it?

-You guess it, chief.

-Yes, and I've outguessed
you, too, Barton.

Another killing in Chinatown.

A laundryman on Huron Street.

-Aw, what do I care
about another laundryman?

The world is full of them.

Besides, I send my stuff out
to a steam launder anyway.

-Did you ever run into a
Chinaman by the name of Wong?

-If I ever run into one
that ain't named Wong.

-Oh, now, never mind that stuff.

Park yourself down in Chinatown
and remember the name.

Wong.

Fu Wong.

-OK, chief.

Fu Wong it is.

I could've done a slow
story on the evil--

-Oh, never mind that.

Get out of here.

-Oh, you lost a dog?

Oh, just a moment, madam.

I'll connect you with the
classified advertising.

-What does she want us
to do, put out an extra?

-Oh, hello.

Say, park that thing, will you?

I read your story this morning.

-Did you?

Did you get a kick out of it?

-They've been kicking all day.

-Chalk that one up for you.

I didn't ask for
that, I begged for it.

Oh-- I've got some
bad news for you.

I can't take you
out to lunch today.

-Ha.

That isn't bad news.

Robert from the Gazette has been
trying to get me all morning,

to take me to lunch
at the Biltmore.

-Oh, is that so?

Well, you listen to me.

You're not going out with
any Gazette lug, anyway.

-Says you with a
tone of finality.

-Says I with a ton of finality.

-Hello?

Oh, yes, chief.

Yes, he's here now.

All right, I'll tell him.

He says to remind you that
the Chinaman's name is Wong.

-You tell that pay stabbing,
credit grabbing, hunk

of animated baloney, go out and
find himself a nice wet blanket

and wrap it around his ears.

-Oh, hello.

Yes, Steve.

He said thank you
a thousand times.

Oh, yes, I'll tell him.

He says he doesn't
want to burden you

with too much detail, but
to remind you that this is

a daily newspaper and
not a monthly magazine.

-OK, kid.

You let that Gazette
lug spend his money

at the Biltmore for lunch.

But remember, you have a
steak and mushroom dinner

date with our regular columnist.

Oh, let me go.

-Hello, attendant?

Come and get him now, he's ripe.

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

-All right, what is it you want?

-I've been sent over by
the Globe to do this work.

-You're too late.

It's already been done.

-Ha!

I'll buy that one. [INAUDIBLE].

Where's the body?

Must have been
writing something.

-Yeah.

But we couldn't find
nothing that the poor devil

had been writing at the time.

Meanwhile the detective
found him just like that.

You're the first one of the
reporters who's likely to land.

The newspapers
don't care nothing

about these Tong killings.

-So you think it's a
Tong killing, do you?

-What else could it be?

Even the dick would
see it wasn't old age.

-You're right.

Tong wars are old stuff.

But I'll tip you
off to one thing.

This was no Tong job.

Did you ever hear
Chinaman named Wong?

-They all sound alike to me.

And this Chinaman
ain't much for talking.

Except old Li See, the herb
dealer down the street.

He knows everybody and
he's a regular old gossip.

-Li See, huh?

I'll look him up after I
take a peek around a bit.

[GONG]

-[INAUDIBLE] No have coins.

-What is this?

You have come to
bring me my fate.

There is only one
coin to be found.

And calmly, you report failure?

-No! [INAUDIBLE]

-You deny, but the eyes
express [INAUDIBLE].

[GASPS]

[SCREAM]

-You housed with the rats.

We'll make him
speak [INAUDIBLE].

-Oh, he's bad, I tell you.

-Them Chinaman is
jabbering like monkeys.

I've had to clear them
away every ten minutes.

On your way, on your way.

This club makes about
20 knots an hour

and I'm getting upstaged.

There's never
noisier than Chinaman

when you want quiet, or quieter
when you want information.

-You know, Confucius said
practically the same thing.

-Has he been in here, too?

-Not today.

-Then it's all right then.

Nobody unofficial
must view the body.

-Do you believe in hunches?

-The McGillicudys
was raised on them.

-Then believe in the
one I've got, Mac.

It's hotter than
the first of August.

-Too smart, you are.

-Buy me one for luck.

Maybe you like some herbs?

-Maybe so.

But I don't think so.

-What do you like?

-Well, I want to talk to you.

Eh, you've been around here
a long time, haven't you?

And I bet you could spring a
story or two, hey, old timer?

-Li See sells herbs.

Not have stories.

-OK for me.

Ever play hunches?

-Sometimes we play [INAUDIBLE].

Don't play hunch games.

[GONG]

-What was that?

The end of the first round?

And who won?

-No, no story.

Don't play hunch games.

Shut up shop now.

Some other time come.

Maybe next day, sometime,
maybe, I don't know.

Maybe not.

-Tell no stories.

No play no hunch games.

Maybe read sometime, maybe.

I'll keep this until
you decide to be

a little chummy and personable.

-Maybe ticket tell about
long time ago poetry, maybe.

-Plenty maybe.

I'll take this to the
Chan Fu at the university

and have a poet who will
autograph it for you.

But I'll see you again
sometime, maybe tomorrow,

maybe the next
day, I don't know.

Maybe not.

So long.

-Your men have
eyes that see not.

Sam Foy left a message.

[INAUDIBLE] laundry to get it.

The white newspaperman
will have it.

He takes it to Chan
Fu at the university.

You will see that the ticket
does not arrive to Chan Fu.

-Ain't that something different.

-This white devil
cannot be buried

with one of our own race.

May cause the police to
be curious about even such

a humble personage as old
Li See the herb dealer.

It should not be difficult to
make it appear an accident.

-A very evil looking spider
is about to visit your pocket.

-Yes?

It's a pet of mind.

I keep it to bite strangers.

Hey, my floor.

PROFESSOR: Come in.

-Are you Professor Fu?

-Yes sir.

-You're the chap that knows
all about the Chinese language,

aren't you?

-I understand many dialects
of my mother tongue.

You'll have a seat?

[PHONE RINGING[

-No thanks.

-Hello?

[SPEAKING CHINESE DIALECT]

[SPEAKING CHINESE DIALECT]

[SPEAKING CHINESE DIALECT]

[SPEAKING CHINESE DIALECT]

[SPEAKING CHINESE DIALECT]

-Hello?

Hello?

You have a ticket you
wish me to translate.

-Now, how did you find that out?

-Someone just told me.

-Uh-oh.

Somebody's been reading my mail.

Who was that?

-I don't know.

-Say, you don't happen to be
a spider snatcher, do you?

-Spider snatcher?

-Let it ride.

Let it ride.

Let's start all over again.

-Cast your spectacles on that.

-It would interest
me much to have

the other half of the ticket.

-I'm beginning to develop quite
an interest in that ticket

myself, professor.

-It merely mentions
the coin of Confucius.

-What does the coin
of Confucius got

to do with a laundry ticket?

-That, I cannot say.

-Well, never mind the ticket.

What about the coins?

-It goes back into the
history of my country.

But that wouldn't interest you.

-You think it wouldn't.

Well, I'll be seeing you.

Good bye, sir.

[INAUDIBLE]

-And you have no idea
who telephoned you?

-The voice was unknown to me.

-The young man
desired you to make

a translation of the ticket.

As you had been warned?

-Precisely.

Unfortunately, a portion
of the ticket was missing.

He promised to bring
it some other time.

-To know the full
message of the ticket of

would be of great value.

Bring this information to me,
and the province of Keelat

will not disregard the favor.

-Say, what kind of pie is this?

-Well, it's the same
shape as a lemon pie,

but what that stuff is
on the top, I don't know.

-Think [INAUDIBLE].

-Hello.

Biltmore, huh?

-Um, Mr. Roberts
from the Gazette.

-How do you do, Mr. Roberts?

I'm [INAUDIBLE].

You nearly forgot
your hat, Mr. Roberts.

-But I'm not going yet.

-Oh, yes, he is.

Darling, the menu please?

Thank you, darling.

-What were you saying?

-Would you like to go
to the six day bike race

with me on Tuesday night?
-Oh, I'd love it.

I think it'd be swell.

-Probably get in a jam
and have an awful spill.

-That rhymes with pill.

-And after the race,
we can go someplace

and dance, say, at the Biltmore?

-Oh, good.

Then I'll dress.

-I hope so.

Well, you'll have to excuse
me for a little while.

I've got to get
back to my business.

Goodbye.

-Liberty 0-4-3-6.

Liberty 0-4-3-6.

[PHONE RINGING]

-Hello?

-Hello, is Chuck Roberts there?

-Mr. Roberts?

Just a minute, please.

Mr. Roberts, you're
wanted on the phone.

-Oh, thanks.

Excuse me.

-Hello?

-Hello, Chuck.

How would you like to have a
ticket to the football game

this afternoon?

-I'd like it.

-OK, be at the
bowl in 30 minutes

and there'll be one waiting
for you at the East Gate.

-OK.

Who is this?

-[INAUDIBLE]

-Who?

-[INAUDIBLE]

-Oh, thanks, George.

OK.

-Gee, I'm sorry, Peg.

That was the boss.

I've got to go right
back to the office.

He's got a special
assignment for me.

I'm awfully sorry.

I'll see you soon, won't I?

Bye.

-Hello, back again.

-For a dumb egg,
you're almost smart.

But not as smart as
you think, Mr. Wiseguy.

-Why, say, listen.

Do you mean to tell me
you really like that mug?

-I don't mean to
tell you anything

except to mind
your own business.

WAITRESS: What'll
you have, Mr. Barton?

-A glass of water
and nothing to eat.

-Some people want to
starve themselves.

It's perfectly
all right with me.

Aren't you ever happy unless you
make a fellow feel miserable?

-Mmm, I wouldn't say that.

Say waitress, bring
him a piece of pie.

He doesn't know what he wants.

Aw, come on.

Let's forget it.

How about dinner?

-You know, there's
something about you

that a fellow has to like.

-You know, you're not so bad
either, come to think of it.

-Eh, listen, Woody.

To Come on, something to eat.

What do you have to do to
get service around here?

-Well, what you ordered?

-What's that?

-Corned beef and cabbage.

-Oh, that'll do.

-Oh, I'm sorry.

That belongs to someone else.

-Give them my apology.

Mmm.

Ooh, corned beef and cabbage.

Gee, that reminds
me of McGillicudy.

I've got to get back
on the job, they're

liable to pull
another murder on me.

These Chinese work fast.

Just have time for a bite.

Hey, waitress, give me another
little order of this stuff.

-And that by any
chance isn't your idea

of steak and mushrooms, is it?

-Not on your life.

When I say steak and mushrooms
I mean steak and mushrooms.

-That a boy.

Steak and mushrooms.

-So you don't know
nothing about it, eh?

Well, well, well,
I suppose you were

all out of town
when this happened.

-Hello, Mac.

What, another one?

-Seems like they just can't keep
from killing each other off.

-Say, this is
getting monotonous.

I'm supposed to bring in real
live news and the best I can do

is run down dead Chinaman.

-Better dead ones than live
ones, if you care what's

happening to you.

Especially where
killing's a pastime.

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

-Quiet, quiet.

I can't hear myself thing.

-This is poor old [INAUDIBLE].

-Oh, you know him, eh?

-Yeah, he's a
professor of languages.

-Well, he's sure speaking
a dead language now.

How much does that
make, five or six?

-I don't know, I've lost count.

-He'll be getting you next.

Why don't you go on home?

-I'm getting more reasons
every minute for staying.

-Now go on, on your way.

We'll take care of this.

-Well, [INAUDIBLE] for a little
[INAUDIBLE] visit, isn't it?

-Would you mind telling me
what your interest is here?

-Oh, no, you tell me about you.

-Sam Foy was a
connection of mine.

-I get it.

Somebody cut off the connection.

-It might be called that.

-Well, if Sam Foy
was a relative,

this might mean
something to you.

-Are you aware of
what is written here?

-Sorry, not a Chinamen's chance.

-Bowl.

-Bowl?

Oh, you mean that.

Ah, you're wasting your time.

You're looking for a coin?

Someone beat you to it.

You and another Chinese
gentleman wearing a dragon ring

seem to have the same
idea about that coin.

Only he works faster.

-A dragon ring?

-Sure, one of those long
tailed animals with a--

-You are sure about this ring?

-You bet I am.

And the gentleman that's wearing
this ring packs a mean wallop.

A goodly thing to know.

-Thank you.

-Hey.

Listen, pal, what's
this all about?

-It would give me great
pleasure to enlighten you.

But there are reasons
why it is impossible.

However, you may have down
my country a great service.

-I'll trade the metals
for a little low down.

Say, about who killed Sam Foy.

What relation he is of
yours, for information

about a Chinaman named Wong.

You don't happen to
be Mr. Wong, do you?

-To think I am Wong
would be a grave mistake.

-I'm beginning to suspect I've
made a couple of them already.

-I, too, would like to know
something of this man Wong.

-Well, listen, pal.

What do you say you
and me get together.

Listen, Mr.-- I didn't
quite get the name.

-[INAUDIBLE], China.

-Jason H. Barton, Los Angeles.

-Goodbye, Mr. Jason H.
Barton, Los Angeles.

-You newspaper lads swoop
right in, don't you.

Who's your buddy?

-Says his name is High
Strung or something.

-He's a new one on me.

-Yeah, all they're
all new ones on me.

-What I can't understand is
why a nice home loving boy like

you likes to play around with
cutthroats and murderers.

-The same to you, Mr.
McGillicuddy, and many of it.

-Well, what can I do for you?

-Uh, you likey
nicey antique candy?

Tastes like [INAUDIBLE] gloves.

How about nice set of herbs?

If you're in the
market, yes, we've

been here for 50
years, [INAUDIBLE].

Perhaps you'd like a
[INAUDIBLE] herring,

absolutely a herring to
end all herrings, huh?

Hello, [INAUDIBLE].

Where did you come from?

-Well, Li See very old man.

Old feet make little noise.

-Meet the sales de resistance.

[SPEAKING CHINESE DIALECT]

-Oh, that's what you wanted.

Why didn't you say so
before, little girl?

-You didn't give
me an opportunity.

-Maybe you bring ticket, maybe?

-I did not.

-Maybe big university man
tell you what it says, maybe?

-You're getting hot.

-Play another hunch game, maybe?

-You've got the idea, old timer.

My hunch is, if anyone knows
what's going on around here,

you do.

-Hunch game no good.

Li hear nothing, see nothing.

-Li speak nothing.

Never mind the monkey business.

-You go now.

Come back tomorrow, maybe.

Maybe ticket bring
you luck, maybe.

-Sorry, I'm sticking
around for a while.

-Maybe buy some herbs.

Maybe.

-Tomorrow buy herbs, maybe.

Today maybe you talk, maybe.

-Li See no talk.

Too much talk, too much trouble.

-The Sam Foy laundry ticket.

How come you've got
such a boot out of that?

-Li See no get boot.

Li See cuts paper.

--[INAUDIBLE] Why were
you hotfooting it out

of the laundry a
few minutes ago?

-There's no hot feet.

[GONG]

-Listen.

My paper wants the low down
on this Sam Foy killing

and I've got a
hunch you've got it.

-Say, Li.

Have you got anymore of
how those Chinese gumdrops?

Oh, so here you are.

[INAUDIBLE] got me down.

There ain't been a murder
around here in 30 minutes.

Oh ho, so you caught
up with this one again?

-Is this another one
of your connections?

-No connection.

Maybe long time ago friend.

Maybe I don't know.

[INAUDIBLE]

-Man sometimes answers his
neighbor's door as friend.

Other times, as enemy.

-Li See's door very friendly.

-My eyes see something
in you that's familiar.

My mind does not recall.

Were you ever in Keelat?

-Keelat?

Long far away.

Maybe, I don't know.

I guess so.

Li See one time go
Los Angeles on boat.

-What can you tell us of your
departed neighbor, Sam Foy?

-No know Sam Foy.

He washing man.

Li See sell herbs.

-Do you know anything
about a man named Wong?

-Hey, hey, if you're
going to throw them away,

I know a fellow that
can use some of them.

-Eh-- [INAUDIBLE].

Li See very old man.

No go out.

No know Wong.

Maybe don't [INAUDIBLE].

Maybe so, I don't know.

-Maybe you Wong.

Maybe so, I don't know.

I give up.

-Me, Li See?

The herb dealer?

Everybody know old Li See.

-OK, I was just kidding.

-Come on lads.

There's no news here.

-Say, if it's true that
no news is good news,

that guy could make an
editor awfully happy.

Well, we'll run down
that guy Wong yet.

-As they say in your
country, I'm [INAUDIBLE].

-OK, boys.

You'll have to get along without
me now, for a little while.

Because I have a heavy
date with a hungry female.

And as they also
say in my country,

ops-cay on the ob-jay
and he's in the ag-bay.

-Strange tribute.

These Americans have-- very
friendly to old Li See.

-The secret service of
Keelat has grown negligent,

when it allows good luck
to get the better of it.

Put coins in the hands as
one so humble as old Li

See, the herbalist.

-Ah.

The mysterious Mr. Wong,
[INAUDIBLE], a traitor.

-Well, if this is
steak and mushrooms,

why'd you order chop suey?

-It is steak and mushrooms here,
tossed around a little bit.

-If you don't mind, I'd like
to do my own tossing around.

-Ah, it's just like women.

Always squawking.

Now you're beefing
about the food.

This cost a pretty penny.

-Don't you think I'm
due for a beef or two?

You know, this
isn't the Biltmore.

-You can get everything here
you can get at the Biltmore.

Lights, food, music,
atmosphere, indigestion.

Yeah, but I've got you
and not Chuck Roberts.

-Oh, yeah, you've got Chuck
Roberts right in there.

Everything's in there.

-Now that I've
finished my dinner,

would you mind telling you why
we're down here in Chinatown?

-Right now I'm looking
for this fellow Wong.

-Say, would you mind putting
these things down and eating

with your knife and
let's get out of here?

Aw, lay off, will you?

-Who's Wong?

-He's an old pushover.

He's that [INAUDIBLE].

He works with a knife and
he's never out of work.

And mixed up in it somewhere are
the twelve coins of Confucius.

-Oh, a money argument, huh?

-He's been holding his fine
for a couple of centuries.

-Who, Wong?

-No, Confucius.

-Say, how old is this guy?

-Mmm, couple of thousand years?

-We ought to call
in an undertaker.

-Hey, listen.

You're not kidding me, sis.

This thing is serious.

-You will shortly
experience a great danger.

Something tells me I'm not
going to be very happy here.

[GASP]

-What's the matter?

Is the chop suey getting
you down already?

Come on, drink your tea.

It'll get cold.

Come on, let's get out of here.

-Never thought I'd
see one of those gold

coins, baby, that close.

What do you think of it?

-Oh, take it back
where you got it.

And let's get out of here.

-Oh, don't get nervous
about a little killing.

After you've been around a while
it won't mean a thing to you.

-Oh no?

-Something tells
me old Li See maybe

knows plenty about
that gold coin game.

Maybe.

-Oh, let's get out of here.

Hey, where are we going?

I don't like the
looks of this street.

-This is Lover's Lane.

We're on the way to Li See's.

-How do you spell it?

Who was that meant for.

-I don't know.

But I've got a hunch we
ought to keep walking.

-Walking, what do you mean?

Let's run.

-What's the matter with you?

Don't want people to think
we're scared, do you?

Of course I don't mind if
we walk a little faster.

Hey, Mac!

-I'm working.

Why don't you two kids go home?

-Better run down to
the Chinese restaurant.

They just axed another Chinaman.

-What?

-Come on, you.

You're going home.

-That scared me, but
I'm not going to walk.

Call me a taxi.

-In the middle of the
ocean you ask for a taxi.

All right.

-Let's not go that way,
though, it's too dark.

-All right.

[SCREAM]

-Say, now this
ceases to be a joke.

-You're telling me.

What a dent that would've
made in some Chinaman's head.

-Well, what about ours?

What do you think they're
made out of, cast iron?

-Oh, don't be afraid.

This is just as
good a time as any.

Taxi!

Pedicab!

Gee, honey.

I hate to go without
seeing Li See.

It's a new angle I've
got to this story.

-All right.

You write it and I'll read
it at home in the morning.

-Oh, there's nothing
to be afraid of.

Now, come on, be a
good sport, will you?

-Are you calling a cab or
do I call Chuck Roberts?

-Taxicab!

We're at 510 [INAUDIBLE] Street.

-Where?

-America!

-Thank goodness we're
out of that mess.

-What are you squawking about?

You didn't get hurt, did you?

-Oh, it's not your fault.

I can always replace
the hat, you know,

but this is the
only head I've got.

-Oh, and what a head.

What are you thinking about?

-Chuck Roberts.

-Why don't you?

-What?

-Chuck Roberts.

-You can go now.

-Oh, all right.

If that's the way
you feel about.

I'm going to go back
to see old Li See.

I'm going to ask
him a few questions.

-After you talk to him,
you're throat's cut.

-Oh, driver.

I like that.

Will you do it again?

Hey, what was that?

Chloroform?

Hey, darling.

Hey, pull over there,
will you, driver?

You all right, darling?

-Hey, I didn't know that fellow
was on the running board.

-Here, take this
and keep the change.

Take your little wagon.

We'll walk.

Come on, snap out
of it, darling.

-I want to go home.

-I'm going to take you
home right now, darling.

-Thanks for the buggy ride.

-[INAUDIBLE] man called Wong.

You'll find him
[INAUDIBLE] Li See's shop.

-Here what he said, Peg?

I've got to go to Li See's.

You've got to go home alone.

-I should say not.

-I can't take you home now.

This thing is red hot.

-Who said I wanted to go home?

I'm going to stay with you.

I've got a couple of things
to tell that Chinaman myself.

-That a girl.

-Gosh, it's dark in there.

Maybe we ought to--

-Don't maybe me.

[GONG]

-Come on, let's get out of here.

We can come back tomorrow.

-I thought you had
something really important

to tell this guy.

-I'll phone him.

-Well, forget it.

This is big.

Say, we'll probably be written
up ourselves on this story.

-Yeah, but in what column?

-Oh, don't be silly.

Somebody home?

Yeah, guess we'll have to
give it up as a bad job.

Old Li See's
probably gone to bed.

-You get me all
the way down here

and then you're going
to walk out on me.

-I never walked out
a day in my life.

[SCREAM]

[SCREAM]

-How am I doing?

Good?

-Ain't that something.

Now would you go home?

Look!

Come on, let's go.

Oh, no.

Bring the totem poles.

Clever people, these Chinese.

-Think it's a trick?

-Well, what do you think?

-You'll have to think.

I'm spinning.

-It's a long wall, [INAUDIBLE].

Give me that.

[GONG]

[GASP]

-What's that?

-At the sound of
the gong it will

be exactly 10:41
Eastern Standard Time.

Now will the children
prefer to hear

the story about
the little bunny--

-Oh, don't be funny.

Maybe that's a Tong gong?

-A what?

-A Tong gong.

-Did you fall for
the Chinese, too?

-Oh, come on, this
is no place for it.

-So long, toots.

[INAUDIBLE]

-Come on, I've seen enough.

-You haven't seen anything yet.

We're going places.

-Hey, we've been here before.

-We have not.

-We have, too.

-Aw, you're crazy.

-I'll bet you.

-Come on, let's go.

-Jay!

Jay!

-Peg?

Where are you, Peg?

-Jay!

Oh, Jay darling.

I'm so glad to see you.

I walked around the corner.

I was so scared--
hey, wait a minute.

What are you trying to do?

Get romantic in a
joint like this?

-Hello, here we are back again.

Hi, you old tanner.

I see you picked
yourself up a wife.

-That isn't the same one.

-Sure it is, I'll
prove it to you.

-Don't touch it.

-That's funny.

[SCREAM]

-Don't go in there.

-Why not?

-[INAUDIBLE] keeps me out.

Pardon me, I hope
we're not intruding.

But would you mind telling
me how we got here?

Where are we?

-We're in the house of--

-No talk.

White devil.

-Hey, do you hear
what she called us?

-Ah, what's the difference
as long as we get the story.

-We're in the house of Wong.

-What'd I tell you,
the house of Wong?

-Wong great man.

Someday Wong great emperor.

-Ah.

Did I have a hunch or
did I have a hunch?

-Hey, we'd better
call the police.

And get those poor
policemen in trouble?

-You would like to see Wong?

-Don't tell.

Secret.

-I will.

-Man be killed.

You be tortured.

Don't go!

Don't go!

-I am not afraid.

-I've got a hunch we're
heading for trouble.

-Heading for it?

We're in it.

You want to go upstairs and
stay with that servant woman.

-And have you tell
me I can't take it?

Don't be silly.

Jay!

Look out!

-[INAUDIBLE] never again.

Take her to [INAUDIBLE].

I will attend to her later.

-She was right.

You are a devil.

-Sometimes politeness
is a virtue.

Again, it is but a
better part of judgment.

-You're a fine one to
talk about politeness.

-Oh, so they got you, too, huh?

-Oh, do forgive my
lack of hospitality.

Allow me, Mr. Newspaperman.

May I present [INAUDIBLE],
head of the secret service

of Keelat.

-Hey, where have
I seen you before?

-Hear nothing, see nothing--

-Speak nothing.

Ah, I get you now.

Hi ya, toots.

-Smart young man.

You wanted a story
for your paper.

And now you have it.

But I cannot promise that
you will ever print it.

-Take it easy, take it easy.

[GASP]

-Hey, let her alone, will you?

-I would not seclude you
from so honorable an ally.

You will remember that he,
too, desires to discover Wong.

-Yeah, we caught up
with him, didn't we?

-Your success may
turn to bitterness.

And you may wish
you had not meddled

with the affairs of Wong.

-Jay, why don't
you do something?

-Yes.

Perhaps-- you have a hunch?

-As far as things I can
think of that I'd like to do.

-Then perhaps you
are of the opinion

that you alone are
gifted with ideas?

-Hey, listen.

Would you mind telling
me, what kind of a show

is this you're putting on?

-You Americans are
always in such a hurry.

Time came before man.

There is plenty of it.

Do not hurry.

Haste is such a futile gesture.

[GONG]

-Little man, what now?

-I've got a hunch.

Think we're in a tight spot.

-Clever people, these reporters.

Ow!

What are you doing?

-If what I think is at
the end of that cord,

then I want to do plenty
in the next few minutes.

-What cord?

-There's a phone.

-Hello?

Hello?

-Hello.

Connect me with Raymond,
city editor of the Globe.

Hurry, please.

-White man got the coin.

-How are you, honey?

-Hello?

-Hello, chief?

This is Barton.

Say, I'm somewhere back
in old Li See's herb shop.

There's a secret panel
in back of the counter.

It's a matter of life or death.

Say, chief, you better
come well heeled.

These babies don't
play with marbles.

-Be hasty.

-Get my that number back, quick.

I was cut off.

-You're still connected.

-Big joy to witness my return?

-Delighted.

Too bad we couldn't
[INAUDIBLE] throat.

-Where have you hidden the
sacred coin of Confucius?

-Try and find out.

-You're such a smart guy.

-Watch that.

Take it easy, now.

-Hey, what are you doing?

Ow!

-Don't worry, Peg.

-I always suspected there
was something wrong in there.

Well, what do you
know about that?

[GONG]

-Hey!

-Come back.

Hey, get back.

Where's that man Wong?

Back off, hurry up.

-Wong?

Wong this way.

-Come on.

[SCREAM]

-All right, darling.

Now, wait a minute.

All right, well
we're all over now.

Chief, I'm going to
be fair with you.

This is the first time I've
ever been glad to see you.

-So who's you're companion
here [INAUDIBLE].

-Oh, yes.

I want you to meet
[INAUDIBLE], secret agent

of the province of Keelat.

-The coins of
Confucius will never

fall into the hands of Wong.

Wong has gone to
join his ancestors.

-I knew I'd get this
thing straightened out.

-Girl, I've got a hunch.

-What?

-Scratch my back, will you?

Oh.

Ooh.

Say, listen.

Can I call you by my last name?

-I'll think it over.

-Well, would you marry me?

Don't you love me?

-I guess I could learn to.

-How long it'll take
you to get started?

It's 11:30 now.

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