All language subtitles for Escape In The Fog 1945 DVDRip x264.N1C

Subtitles: Luís Filipe Bernardes

Waiting for somebody, young lady?

- Who are you?
- Anything wrong?

In any trouble, miss?

No, I just couldn't sleep.

Now you weren't by any chance
thinking of...

Oh, certainly not.

You'd better get along home then,
get to bed.

This is no place to be walking alone
this time of night.

I suppose you're right.

You never can tell what'll
come out of the fog.

Do you want me to walk down
with you some way?

No, thank you. It'll be alright.

- Everything will be alright.
- Good night.

Sounds as if it came from in here.

- Here, give me a hand.
- Yeah.

Everything alright, Miss Carr?
It's me, Mr. Boggs.

What's the trouble, miss?

- It's you.
- Yes. Well, at least I think it is.

- You two met?
- No.

That is, not exactly.

Well, if you haven't met exactly,
Miss Carr,

this is Mr. Malcolm from
down the hall.

- Hello.
- I'm sorry I woke you both up.

I guess I must have been dreaming.

Oh, a nightmare. Sounded as if you
were being murdered in your sleep.

I'm certainly glad that's all it was.

Must have been a lulu,
judging by your screams.

Please forgive me.
It was also very real and...

...it's ridiculous to react like this.

I think we'd better go and let the lady
get some sleep.

Oh, sure.
Well, good night, Miss Carr.

Good night. And thank you both
for coming in to see if I was alright.

If it weren't such a distressing
experience,

I could almost wish it would
happen oftener.

- Good night.
- Good night.

I can't understand how a girl like you
would get so excited over a dream.

It's childish, I know but...

I've had a rather difficult time
until recently.

- Oh, really?
- I've been in the service.

I cracked up a little.

Oh. Home on furlough?

No, I've been honorably discharged.

I was on a hospital ship
and it was sunk by enemy bombs.

They said I was suffering
from a bad case of shock...

...and I guess I was.

My nerves went to pieces and they
sent me home for a rest.

That's why I'm here.
And you?

I've been doing a little
psychological warfare.

That sounds big and it doesn't
tell you anything.

No, I don't wear a uniform.

I fight with a weapon that hits
much harder than bullets.

Words.
The right ones.

Like the words I'm trying to find
to impress you.

Oh, propaganda.

You could call it that.

- You've been in California long?
- No, I haven't. As a matter of fact I...

- ...just returned from an assignment.
- Assignment?

I was working with a freedom underground
radio in Japanese hell territory.

What are you doing in a place
like this?

Chance for a rest too.
Nothing physical, just nerves.

Well, I feel guilty disturbing you.

Tell me, what were you dreaming about?

- You.
- Me?

But we hadn't even met
until last night.

Well, it's hard to explain but...

- You were in a terrible spot.
- I was?

What was I doing?

There were two men, and you were
helpless between them.

One of the men had a knife in his hand and
he was about to plunge it into your throat.

- And?
- I screamed.

Yes, I heard you.
Did they kill me?

I don't think so.
I woke up.

Do you believe in dreams?

Do you?

- Telephone call for you, Mr. Malcolm.
- Oh, thank you.

It's probably the man
who was trying to kill me.

Pardon me, I'll be right back.

Barry Malcolm speaking.

Oh, how are you?

Yes, fine.

This afternoon?

Sure thing. I'll be there.

Okay, goodbye.

Oh... well, it wasn't the killer.
It was old-man duty calling.

Looks like I've done all the resting
I'm going to for some time.

I leave in a half hour
for San Francisco.

Oh, really?

I suppose too much rest
is just as bad as none at all.

You know, that goes for you, too.

How about a change of food,
a theater and a little dancing?

But I'm here to rest.

Yes, but you're having nightmares
and seeing me half killed.

Come on, how about a little
diversion?

- Have you ever been to San Francisco?
- Well, a few minutes between trains.

- It's a wonderful city, I hear.
- It's an amazing city.

- I'd like to see it.
- Why not?

I have an aunt who lives there you could
stay with her for a couple of days.

We could have a lot of fun.

Well, it sounds very attractive.

Swell, you go get packed
and I'll have the car out front.

- I'll be down in five minute.
- Oh, don't forget your coat.

Gets pretty cold in San Francisco
even this time of the year.

- And foggy, too.
- Foggy?

Yeah... what's the trouble?

Nothing at all.

Long distance. I want to put
a call through...

...to the Golden Gate Clock
and Watch Repair Shop...

...in San Francisco.

- Golden Gate Clock Repairs.
- Mr. Schiller?

This is Smith.

I'm sending you a customer.
He should be there in a couple of hours.

Yes... he just left.

Well, 12:30, we'll make it
in pretty good time.

- Is that clock right?
- Never been wrong. I make certain of that.

It's sort of a habit with me.

I picked it up during my radio work,
I guess,

where even seconds are precious.

- Are you having fun?
- You bet.

If the rest of my stay in San Francisco
is half as good as this,

I'll have no complaints.

I'll guarantee that.

There's a man in here I must see
for a few minutes.

- Don't go away.
- Oh, I might be here when you come back.

My name is Barry Malcolm.
Mr. Devon is expecting me.

Oh, yes. Come in, please.

Yes?

- Mr. Malcolm is here, sir.
- Oh, show him in.

Come in, please.

- Hello, Barry, glad to see you.
- Thanks, chief.

- It's good to see you gain too.
- Have a good rest? Stayed in a nice place?

Any place is nice when there aren't
any Japs around.

My sentiments to the set of war.

Gentlemen, this is Barry Malcolm.

Barry, these are friends and allies.
Hilary Gale and Chang Yong.

- How do you do, gentlemen?
- Delighted, Mr. Malcolm.

How do you do?

Well, shall we sit down?

Barry, I suppose you've been
wondering...

...why I wanted you to find a nice
secluded hideaway...

...right after you got back
from your last assignment.

Well, I know you must have had
a good reason for it.

Had to keep you undercover.
Couldn't risk any mishaps.

- That means another job?
- Precisely.

Quite a dangerous job.

- Location?
- Hong Kong.

- Hong Kong?
- I told you, quite a dangerous job.

You've only yourself to blame.

Your talent for languages makes you
a natural choice for the job.

They had to pick you.

The consequences of failure
are too appalling...

...to even admit such a possibility.

Can't be content with anybody
inferior to the best.

Give it to me straight, chief.
Without all the embroidery.

Well, undoubtedly you know that
our allied forces...

...are now ready to exterminate
the Japs in China.

A plan exists which may crush
their power...

...and shorten this last horrible war.

Now, in order to minimize our losses,

we must properly coordinate
the underground proceeding.

That's where you come in.

You are to deliver this package...

...to certain individuals in Hong King.

How do I get there?

You'll be put ashore by submarines.

But these men, who are they?
The ones I'm supposed to meet.

American, British, Chinese intelligence
operators.

They've been secretly forming
a large internal army...

...to join our invasion forces.

You will go as a German agent.

Complete identification papers
are ready.

You'll make yourself known to the Japanese
occupational authorities...

...as having come from Berlin.

If you are prevented from
carrying out this job,

these papers must be destroyed.

Their seizure by enemy hands
would be disastrous.

And when you leave this room,

there must be no further contact
between us.

Under no circumstances.

Well, that's pretty plain, gentlemen.

- When do I leave?
- Tonight.

Tonight?

Ten thirty there'll be a taxi
at the door of your hotel.

A plainclothesman will accompany you
to where you'll board a Navy plane...

...which in turn will rendezvous
with a submarine...

...at a point at sea known only
to the pilot.

- Here are the papers. Guard them...
- With your life.

Very well, gentlemen, I will.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, sir.
- Goodbye.

- Well, Barry, got everything straight?
- I believe so.

- Ten thirty?
- Right.

- Goodbye, chief.
- Bye.

Good luck.

- Well, you're still here?
- Yeah.

- Thanks, Mr. Hilary.
- Goodbye, Chang.

What brings you back so soon,
Mr. Schiller?

- My own carelessness, Mr. Thomas.
- But you were here only three days ago.

Yes, and I failed to test the springs
and the counterweights.

I'm sorry, Mr. Thomas, but I had
so much business to attend to.

Mr. Devon values that Grandfather's
clock very highly.

And Mr. Devon's clock is as an important
part of your business...

- ...as that of any other customer.
- Which is precisely why I am here.

I assure you it won't happen again.

I should be very unhappy if anyone other
than I were to take care of that clock.

- It's such an unusual one.
- It's been in his family many many years.

- Come in, please.
- Thank you.

Gentlemen, Barry Malcolm.

Barry, these are friends and allies.
Hilary Gale and Chang Yong.

- How do you do?
- Delighted, Mr. Malcolm.

- How do you do?
- Well, shall we sit down?

Barry, I suppose you've been
wondering...

...why I wanted you to find a nice
secluded hideaway...

...right after you got back
from your last assignment.

I knew you must have had...

What's the matter with it?

The recording cylinder is such a fine
precision miniature...

...it must work on a spasmodic principle
in the interest of economy.

What do you mean, spasmodic?

Stop and go. It cannot keep running
all the time.

All we need is a few words,
or sentences here and there...

to be able to piece together
what they were meaning.

Shh.

...quite a dangerous job.

- Location?
- Hong Kong.

- Hong Kong?
- I told you, quite a dangerous job.

...consequences of failure
are too appalling...

...forces are now ready to exterminate
the Japs in China.

But...

...a plan exists which may crush
their power...

...and shorten this last horrible war.

We must properly coordinate
the underground proceeding.

You are to deliver this package
to certain individuals in Hong Kong.

How do I get there?

You'll be put ashore by submarine.

You will go as a German agent.

Well, that's pretty plain, gentlemen.

- When do I leave?
- Tonight.

Tonight?

Ten thirty there will be a taxi
at the door of your hotel.

A plainclothesman will accompany you
to where you'll board a Navy plane...

...which in turn...

...submarine.

...at a point at sea known only...

- Is that all?
- That's enough for me.

That package must contain names.

Names of traitors in territory
occupied by the Japs.

That's right. And the important thing is
that we are fighting with Japan,

...and it's up to us to get
that package.

- For which they pay us plenty.
- That submarine. How will they stop them?

The submarine is not our immediate
problem.

That's right.

Barry Malcolm must never leave
San Francisco.

We must stop him before
he gets aboard...

- ...and get those papers at all costs.
- Like a needle in a haystack.

But first we must find him
before 10:30.

Uh...

We'll find him.

Use the public telephone and call
every hotel.

Right. Let's go.

Hotel Rincon? Have you a
Mr. Barry Malcolm registered?

Thank you.

Not there. Try another.

Le Gabrillon.

Hotel Gabrillon?

Do you have a Mr. Barry Malcolm
staying with you?

Baycrest Hotel?
Is Mr. Barry Malcolm registered?

Thank you.

Union Park Hotel?
Is Mr. Barry Malcolm registered with you?

No?
Thank you.

Hotel Cumberland? Is there a Mr. Barry
Malcolm on your register?

Uh, so... thank you very much.

He's at the Cumberland Hotel.

- I'm sorry to have kept you waiting.
- Oh, I didn't mind. I read the want ads.

- Caravan Club, please.
- You'll have to wait a few minutes.

Company regulations.
You share the ride.

Oh, alright.

The Halifax Arms, please.

Okay, get in. These folks are going
to the Caravan Club...

...but I'll have to wait for another
passenger.

Company rules, you share the ride.

- Taxi.
- Where to, mister?

The Superior garage.
Laredo, near Bay Street.

Okay, get in.

That makes the load.

I hope you like the place we're going.
The food is superb.

- Is there any music?
- Gypsy.

- Oh, very romantic.
- That's why I picked it.

- May I trouble you for a match?
- Hm.

Will this help?

Thank you so very much.

Well, did the dinner measure up
to everything I said?

It couldn't have been better.

- And the music?
- I'll hear that in my dreams.

Much better than that nightmare
you were having.

Well, that I want to forget.

I want to remember it.
I owe it so much.

- We're here together.
- It's all been so perfect.

- That's why I hate to spoil it.
- Spoil it? Nothing can do that.

I'm glad to hear you say that.

Why?

Well, goodbyes usually spoil
everything.

- Goodbye?
- It's only for a few weeks.

It's a job I've got to do.

I can't say anything about it
except that it's uh...

...it's a job that's important to
a lot of people.

- I understand.
- I'm glad to hear you say that.

Because I can't tell you anything more
except that...

Well, this is the hardest goodbye
I've ever had to say.

If I thought you'd...

I'll be waiting.

Then it's the happiest goodbye
I've ever said.

I'm glad.

- Shall I help you pack?
- No, thanks, I've already packed.

You know, I have a motto.
Travel light, travel fast.

I'll go upstairs now and get my bags.

I'll wait here for you in the lobby.

Ring Mr. Malcolm's room, please.

Tell him a gentleman he's expecting
is here with a taxi.

Yes, sir.

Now remember your timing.

As soon as I get rid of that other cab
you pull in to that spot and hold it.

If the doorman gives you an argument,
stall him.

Doorman, please.

- Main entrance.
- This is Barry Malcolm.

There's a gentleman waiting
in a taxi for me.

Will you please ask him to come up
to my room?

- Tell him it's important.
- Yes, Mr. Malcolm.

Mr. Malcolm asks you to go up
to his room, sir. He says it's important.

Doorman, please. Front entrance.

Doorman? This is Mr. Malcolm again.

Has the gentleman left for my room yet?

He has? I see.

Now, would you dismiss the taxi, please
and charge the fare to my room?

Plainclothes detail, sir.
The taxi's waiting.

- Oh, alright, I'll be with you in a second.
- Right.

Make that music last for me,
will you, darling?

And you take care of yourself.

Don't worry about that.

I've got a good reason now.

Alright, let's go.

You'll be alright.
I don't think she's hurt bad.

I saw it happen.
It came out of the fog.

- Didn't even slow down.
- The way people drive!

- Take it easy, lady.
- I'm alright.

If it weren't too fast,
I'd get his number, miss.

- It doesn't matter. Accidents happen.
- You feel alright?

- Yes.
- Think you can make it home?

- You're all very kind.
- It's alright. You're welcome.

- Yes?
- My name is Eileen Carr.

- It's terribly important that I see...
- Mr. Devon has retired.

- But I must see him at once.
- It's very late and I'm afraid...

- What is it, Thomas?
- A young woman, sir, who insists on...

- Mr. Devon, I must speak to you.
- Why, of course, miss... miss...

- Carr, Eileen Carr.
- Come right in.

Darling, this is Miss Carr.
Miss Carr, my wife.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Miss Carr has some business
she'd like to discuss with me.

Oh, certainly, Paul.
Good night, Miss Carr.

- Good night.
- Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

Now, what may I do for you?

I have a friend in great danger.
That's why I've come to you.

- To me?
- He's Barry Malcolm.

Who?

Barry Malcolm. He was here visiting
you this afternoon.

I entertained no one this afternoon.
I've been out all day.

But I was waiting outside for Barry
in the car while he was here.

I'm sorry, but you are mistaken.

Mr. Devon, so much is at stake.

Perhaps even Barry's life.

I assure you, Miss Carr,

most emphatically that I absolutely
have no acquaintance with this mister...

Oh, I know you must have your reasons
for denying these facts.

I realize his mission is none
of my business, but his life is.

You know where he's gone.
You can tell me where to reach him.

- You do seem upset, Miss Carr.
- I am.

Do you mind telling me on what you base
these apprehensions?

It was a dream.

A dream?

I saw it all so vividly.

A man's face. I'll never forget it.

He had a knife in his hand ready
to plunge into Barry's throat.

I don't know this Barry Malcolm,
but even if I did,

you couldn't expect me to place
much stock in a dream, could you?

I know it sounds fantastic
and unreasonable...

It's hard to explain coldly,

but I can't shake the fear
that it was more than a nightmare.

- Will you...
- No, thank you, sir.

I see my story doesn't impress you.

I don't need a drink.

I'm not ill, and I'm not insane, and I'm
certainly not the victim of hallucinations.

Sorry you don't believe my story.

You might have saved Barry's life.

Good night, sir.

Uh... Miss Carr.

I shall be concerned about you.

Will you please go home
and get some rest and...

...call me in the morning and tell me
how you are?

Good night, sir.

Where are you going?

The only place I can go
since you won't help me.

And where is that?

If I told you, you'd think I was crazier
than you do now.

Hello?

This is... Yes.

Oh, Jeff, I was about to call you.

About Malcolm.

He what?

Dismissed your man at the hotel?

Oh, I hadn't counted on that.

This is really serious.

Wait for me.
I'll be right down to see you.

Right.

Stay where you are!

- Very neat, gentlemen, very neat.
- Let's keep it that way.

Hand over the package you're carrying.

What makes you think I'm carrying
anything?

Put your hands over your head.

Search him.

Well, where is it?

I don't even know what you think
I'm supposed to have.

Thank you, Mr. Malcolm.

You may relax.

I'm hot cargo, gentlemen.

A federal man and the police will have
this city blanketed looking for me.

If they'll ever find you,
I hope so too.

You're a little optimistic, aren't you?

Have you ever made a study
of the currents of the bay?

No, I can't say that I have.

Too bad.

If you did, perhaps you'd understand
our optimism.

You waiting for anybody, lady?

- Who are you?
- Anything wrong?

In any trouble, miss?

No, I'm alright.

You weren't by any chance
thinking of...

Oh, certainly not.

You'd better be running along now
and go to bed.

This is no place to be walking alone
at this time of night.

Yes, I suppose you're right.

You never can tell what may come
walking out of the fog.

Do you want me to walk down
with you some way?

No, thank you. I'll be alright.
Everything will be alright.

Good night.

Barry!

Hey, stop!

Get in the cab!

What happened?

Oh, just a holdup, officer.
It's alright now.

This lady screamed and...

- Eileen, what are you doing here?
- Thank heavens I got here in time.

Well, how did you know
where I was going...

You wouldn't have had a chance.
You would have been killed, I know!

- You two know each other.
- Yes, we're friends.

That's the kind of a friend to have.

She found the right time
to be here, alright.

Her screams drove them away.

Officer, I had a small packet
with me here. Please help me find it.

I saw it fall in the bay
when you threw it.

In the bay?

- Well, Davy Jones has got it now.
- But I've got to find it.

I'm afraid there's nothing much
you can do about it, sir.

But look, it's rubberized,
it's waterproof, it'll float.

Your best chances are Harbor Patrol.

I'll have to take your names.
I've got to turn in a report.

Oh now, wait a minute, officer.
This should be kept very secret.

That's against regulations.
I'll have to...

Just as you say, sir.

The nearest Harbor Patrol office is just
down here a way. I'll walk down with you.

But I still don't understand how you
happened to be at the bridge...

...at that particular time.

- I knew you'd be there.
- You knew?

My dream.

Everything that occurred was the same
as I'd seen it happen, as I told you.

It's incredible.

I can't explain it.

Sometimes a person is given a presight
of things to come.

A premonition. I guess there are lots
of words to explain it.

I had such a vision.

You came there expecting
to see me attacked?

The scene, and the hour, and that man
with the knife, everything was the same.

It' so clear in my mind.

It was that man's face
that brought you to the bridge.

Well, I went to Mr. Devon first.

What did he say?

He pretended he never heard
of you before.

Well, naturally, under the circumstances.

Then I went to the bridge hoping I'd find
you and dreading that I would.

It's unbelievable.

And certainly lucky for me
that you did.

It's lucky I had that nightmare.

Mr. Malcolm, the commander
will see you now.

Oh, thank you.
Excuse me.

- Mr. Malcolm.
- Commander.

I understand you've lost something
in the bay, Mr. Malcolm.

A small packet.
Waterproof and buoyant.

- At what point did you lose it?
- Almost directly center from the bridge.

The chances of finding it now
are mighty slim.

The currents are very tricky.

Everything possible must be done
to find it, sir.

And in secrecy. It's very valuable
government property.

We'll do our best.

If you tell me approximate size
and weight of the article,

we'll try to figure out roughly where
we think it might be by now.

- Are you able to do that?
- There's a faint hope.

We compute the speed of the current
together with the wind drift,

the relation to the tide running
at the hour the object was lost...

...and send one of our boats
to search the area.

Now Mr. Malcolm, if you'll give me
the details...

We should be hearing from...

Hello?
Yes, Malcolm speaking.

Oh, yes, Commander...

Oh... alright.

Uh... thanks very much.

Yes, I'll be here.

Not a thing.

They've been cruising all morning.

Any ideas now?

Well, I could go to Devon and get
some duplicates of those papers.

But I had orders not to contact him
till my mission had been accomplished.

Why, is it that very important?

It's one order that must be broken.

Darling, this could happen to anybody.

Anybody, yes, but not to me.

That's why I was trusted with the job,
not just anybody.

That packet's floating down there
somewhere. It's got to be found.

There's no telling who might find it.

It's too important.

- Barry!
- Yes?

Everything I saw in my dream
came true, didn't it?

Well?

Well then, why not everything
I heard too?

- I don't understand.
- A boat.

There was a boat passing beneath
the bridge...

...right at the time you threw
the packet over the rail.

- Yes, I heard it.
- Perhaps it landed on the deck.

There's a chance.
Get your things!

Mr. Malcolm, no ship passed
beneath the bridge at midnight.

But we were there.
We heard it in the fog.

I'm sorry, I don't want to appear rude.

I can only say that you are mistaken.
We have our records.

This office knows the movements
of every ship in the bay area.

Sir, I respect what you say,
but neither of us...

...is in the habit of hearing sounds
that don't exist.

Perhaps it was a factory whistle blowing
the midnight lunch hour somewhere.

You know, fog has a funny way
of playing havoc with sound.

No, Commodore, it was not
a factory whistle.

Then I have no idea what it was.

I can only assure you that no ship
passed under the bridge at that hour.

However, leave your name and address
with my secretary...

...and if anything turns up,
we'll call you. Good day, sir.

- Good day.
- Good day.

Thank you, sir.

They were hard to convince.

They insist that a ship passed
under the bridge at midnight.

But sir, one did.

Yes, I know.

But the navy's experiment
with a radio-controlled ship...

...is a navy secret exclusively.

And we're going to keep it that way.

Say, wait a minute.

I know someone who can give us
some help.

Let me speak to Gene Morris, please.

Gene?
This is Barry.

Gene, I need a favor.
I need it very badly.

You're the only man who can give me
the information.

This is the situation, you see, I...

Well, that solves one of our problems.

I've heard from Hausmer,
but no luck.

He's been out on the bay all day
tailing the police boats.

What about Malcolm?

I followed him to the
Port Director's office.

Port Director's office?
Why did he go there?

I don't know... yet.

The girl was with him. When they came out
he made a telephone call.

- He seemed upset.
- You know whom he called?

Yes, here's the man's name
and address.

First the Port Director.
And then this man.

One controls the movements
of ships in the bay...

...and the other one... ships.

Could it be?

On the bridge. Do you recall
hearing anything?

Well, screams, shots...

- And the fog horn.
- Fog horn? What's that got to do with it?

Passing beneath the bridge just at the time
Malcolm threw the packet over the rail.

He ran to the Port Director's office
to get the name of that ship.

Yeah.. maybe he figured the packet
landed on the deck.

Why not? Maybe it did.

- We must find out what ship it was.
- And get there first.

That's right.

Oh, I put an ad in the papers
this morning.

- An ad?
- Yes, in the personal column.

If anyone looking for that packet
reads it,

he or she will come right to our door.

Yes, but that won't get us the packet.

You never can tell what might
turn up.

I am overlooking nothing.

We've been here for almost an hour.

My friend said that word should reach me
here anytime between six and eight.

Sorry for the delay, sir.

- We didn't order another drink.
- You must have forgotten.

Oh... yes, of course.
I forgot, sorry.

Give them to me for safety.

We're going to Half-Moon Bay?

I am. You're gonna stay here
in San Francisco.

- But I want to go.
- I have to have someone here...

...that I can rely on in case
of an emergency.

Well, alright.
How long will you be gone?

Just long enough to go down there
and come back.

It may take a little time in this fog.

You might as well wait for me
in the hotel lobby.

Okay.

Hello?

I'm calling about an add
in the Clarion.

Yes, in the Lost and Found Department.

You're sure you have it.

A sealed packet.

What's the address?

Thank you, I'll be right over.

I beg your pardon. I spoke to someone
over the phone a short time ago.

Are you the lady who called about
the advertisement?

- Yes.
- Come in, please.

Well, do you have the packet?

You'll have to identify it first, miss.

- Why, certainly...
- Back in there.

Steamship Pelican. Docked at
Half-Moon Bay.

Gene. Hm!

I think we have what we need.

We'll let you go in good time, Miss Carr.
But not just yet.

We still have a little unfinished
business to attend to.

Now you know what you must do?

Do I ever have to be told
a thing twice?

- You have the telephone number?
- I never forget.

Police Headquarters.
Sergeant's desk.

- This is the Port Director's office.
- Yes, sir?

Yes, I know all about that packet.

There's no need to send anyone
aboard ship.

That packet was turned into us by the first
officer as soon as the Pelican arrived.

- I see. Has the packet been opened?
- No, sir. The seal's unbroken.

It is very important that the packet
be returned to my office immediately.

- Could you arrange to have that done?
- I guess I could.

I'll assign a special man to bring
it over by motorcycle right away.

Thank you.

Give me the Port Director's office.

Hello?

I'm just checking on a call I received
from your office.

Were you the one I spoke to, sir?

Your caution is most commendable,
sergeant.

Now one thing more.

That packet contains secret
government documents.

There are some people who would go
to any length to get possession of it.

If anyone tries to intercept your messenger,

instruct him to use any means
at his disposal to prevent it.

I understand. He'll be leaving at once.

Sullivan.

My name's Malcolm.

Okay, what can I do for you?

I just talk to one of the officers
aboard the SS Pelican.

He told me that a packet of papers
sealed in a waterproof pouch...

...was turned over to you
for safekeeping.

Those papers seem to be getting
more important every minute.

Then you have them.
- Well, that's mainly my business, isn't it?

What makes you so anxious?

- Because the packet belongs to me.
- That's what you say.

- You've got to believe me.
- I got to believe nobody.

You can take any precautions you want to
with me, you can lock me up if you want.

But just tell me the papers
are safe with you.

You can keep them. I'll have them
released in the morning...

...but just tell me that they're safe.

That sounds reasonable.

The packet is safe. It's on it's way
back to San Francisco now.

They called for it.

They? Who are they?
Who called?

The Port Director's office. They telephoned
and said it was very important.

One of my men is making
a special trip now.

That was a frame phone call. It's a trick.
We've got to stop that messenger.

- How long has he been gone.
- Not over 15 minutes.

Call your patrol cars.
We've got to stop them.

- Call all cars.
- Thank you, sergeant.

- That must be Sullivan now.
- Yeah, it sounds like him.

- What's wrong?
- We've received radio orders...

...from your station to intercept you.

Watch this guy behind me.
He's been following me.

Okay.

Alright, you.
Get your hands up and come here.

Thank heavens someone was able
to stop you.

You ride that bike as though
it had wings.

- Yeah, who are you?
- ID in my inside pocket, officer.

- Thank you, sir.
- Alright.

- Are you from Half-Moon Bay station?
- Yes, I am.

- Have you the package?
- Alright, this is one of the boys.

- Take him away.
- Alright, come along.

Plainclothes division.
Lieutenant Brice, please.

Hello, Gil, this is Barry speaking.

Say, Gil, I'm going to need
your help tonight.

Yes, in Chinatown.

Alright, I'll be over there
and we can plan something out.

Yes... yes.

Alright, Gil, thanks.
Thanks a lot.

No, thank you, Thomas.

Mr. David.

No.

Oh, darling, what's the matter?

Oh, the usual things.

Some business details I can't even
share with you.

Two or three days ought to clear it up.

I hope so.
You look terribly tired.

Thomas, what time is it?

Eleven o'clock, Mrs. Devon.

Your Grandfather's clock must be slow.

Slow? It stopped.

Thomas, didn't the man come
to adjust it this month?

Yes, sir. And he guarantees
his work, sir.

That's strange.

It stopped.

Don't you hear something ticking,
Thomas?

I do, sir.

It looks like a radio part.

Who is the repairman who takes
care of this clock.

A Mr. Schiller. The Golden Gate
Clock Repair Shop. In Chinatown.

- Oh, hello Smith.
- Mr. Malcolm.

- Are you waiting for someone?
- Yes, you.

Well, Smith, you're a little out
of character, aren't you?

Not now. I was when we first met.

Keep your hands out of your pockets.
We'll walk straight ahead.

I thought we were gonna have a talk.

Sure, where we aren't likely
to be disturbed.

Maybe you came alone,
and maybe you didn't.

Now if you'll step back toward
the alley.

I'll take that gun.

Wait a minute we were here
to bargain, not to fight.

Yeah, let's guarantee that.

Alright, down the alley.

Come on.

Open that vent hole.

- Alright, now go on down.
- Now wait a minute, we can talk...

You heard what I said, go on down.

Well, you certainly know your
way around.

There's been players who have made it
our business to learn a lot about it.

- We? Who's the we?
- Just keep walking.

That's far enough.

And keep your back to me.

Alright, turn around
Up this ladder.

Hope for your sake this is
the man I expect.

- Barry!
- Eileen, are you alright?

Of course she's alright.
That is, if you brought what we want.

Over there!
Search him.

I take it you're the brains
of this outfit.

You've guessed.

When and if you secure your release,
we'll be safely gone.

Is it legitimate?

Oh, yes. Beyond question.

Some of the names mentioned here
are already known.

As for the others
we've made a valuable haul.

Good. You must hurry.
You know what to do.

That will give you about ten minutes
to think it over...

...before you stop thinking altogether.

Oh, don't bother to shout.

The walls are soundproof
and that window glass is unbreakable.

Auf wiedersehen.

- Hey, wait, give the girl a chance.
- Oh, if I did, I would be taking one.

No, I prefer not to run the slightest risk
which might prevent us leaving the country.

Fraulein.

Barry.

It's all my fault.
I got you into this.

The chances don't look too good
from any direction.

How about that direction?

What do you mean?

Say, I've got an idea.

You got a lipstick or an eyebrow
pencil here?

I should have one.

Ah, perfect

What are you doing?

There's just a chance this might work.

I figure we got just about the time
Schiller said we had.

Less than ten minutes before this...

room fills up with enough gas
to explode.

Why are you doing that?

Hold your breath and pray.

Well, here goes.

I can't keep this lighter on
much longer.

The gas is liable to explode any minute.

Breathe slowly.

Alright, stand back!

Alright, break it up there!

Gas. Don't light any matches.
Turn it off.

- Thank heaven you got here in time.
- Alright, folks, take it easy.

The man who ran this shop,
he's a leader of those enemy agents.

- Yeah, we found that out too.
- That trap door leads to the alley.

It comes out in back of the restaurant
down the street.

They haven't been gone long.

They got the papers.

Rope all the area. Cover every outfit.
I want those men dead or alive.

Yes, sir.

- Are you alright, honey?
- Yes, I think so.

We can't get out that way.

There seems to be more police
around here than Chinese.

The streets are all blocked up.

We'll go to the rooftops,
come on.

See that Miss Carr gets home
safely in a taxi.

Sure thing.

- Be careful, Barry.
- Don't worry.

This way, Miss Carr.

- You want one of my men with you?
- No, thanks. Just lend me a gun.

- Right.
- Thank you.

We have to split.

It is easier for two
if there's any fighting to be done.

It is better to separate.

If you distract their attention,
it will give me a chance to slip through.

Maybe I can slip through
if you acted as a decoy.

But I'm carrying those papers. I must get
through! It's part of your job to see I do.

Yes, and maybe get stood up
before a firing squad.

We're each taking our chances.

Alright, go on.

- Good luck.
- Auf wiedersehen.

There he is!

Don't move. I wouldn't want
to shoot you in the back.

How do you like it?

The fog couldn't get any thicker.

Fog? What fog?
I don't see any fog.

Well, what do you call this?

Moonlight...

...in a new disguise.

It's everything, but more mysterious
and beautiful.

Do you really see all that?

Yeah... in your eyes.

Well, darling, keep looking.

And I hope I'm not dreaming tonight.

Subtitles: Luís Filipe Bernardes