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You'll receive further orders in Liverpool.

Call the Hampstead office and get more details.

- Morning, Duff. - Morning, Gardner.

Good to see you.

- Want alaugh? -What is it?

I've just received a letter from our Chinese friend, Charlie Chan.

What’s he up to? Still in Honolulu?

Yes, he’s inspector of detectives.

He sent me a portrait of what he calls “the blessing of heaven.”

Let’s see.

My goodness. This isn’t a family portrait.

It’s the line at the exit after the soccer match.

The fox never sees the end of his tail.

It’s a shame he’s stuck in Honolulu.

I don’t think we're any better off here.

Personally, I'm always looking for something...

to get me out from between these four walls.

I need change, action.

Now, now. Don’t go looking for trouble.

- Remember what Chan said. - What?

“Rough winter’s coming in...

when honorable cheese goes after honorable mouse.”

Inspector Duff speaking.

What?

A party of American tourists on a trip around the world?

What about them?

Murdered?

What was his name?

Where was it?

I’'m on my way.

They've killed an American millionaire, Louis Potter, at the Broome Hotel.

- Come with me. - Of course.

Come now, miss. Calm down.

It’s better you go outside for a bit.

This is Inspector Duff from Scotland Yard.

He was so good. So kind to everyone.

How could they do this to him?

Id like to speak with you later, miss.

All right.

She’s his granddaughter. She was traveling with him.

“Number 3260.

Dietrich Company, Stockton, California.”

The poor old man did all he could to help us.

He broke the killer’s chain and kept it in his hand.

That’s something.

Have you taken fingerprints off this strap?

Yes, sir.

Strangled him with that.

- Have you gotten to this? - No, sir, not yet.

Look what I found at the head of the bed.

Stones.

What do you make of all this?

Up to now, a poor old deaf man strangled without a sign of struggle.

Not even a wrinkle in the carpet.

It looks like the crime wasn’t committed in this room.

Excuse me, Inspector.

Doctor Lofton, conductor of the trip.

Inspector Duff from Scotland Yard.

I’m not merely conductor, you know.

For more than 15 years...

I've been managing director of Lofton Round-the-World Tours.

This year I have a relatively small group of travelers, 13.

At least, there were 13 of us until last night.

Did you notice any trouble between your clients? Any resentment?

No, nothing of the sort.

They hardly know one another yet.

- There’s hardly been enough time. - Yes, but surely—

You can’t suspect one of my tourists of killing Louis Potter. That’s absurd!

It was surely a thief...

or one of the hotel’s servants.

Without a doubt.

Why are you so insistent on rejecting my supposition?

Inspector, this is a very serious situation. It’s very awkward for me.

You must understand that for my reputation...

this misfortune could be my ruin.

I understand.

Did you see this strap in any of your clients’ luggage?

That's strange.

I have one just like it on one of my bags.

Would you be so kind as to show it to me?

Certainly, Inspector.

Tell me, have you assembled the members of your party in the drawing room?

Some had already gone out early this morning.

But I've got nearly all of them.

Thank you, Dr. Lofton.

Who's staying in the adjoining room?

Mr. Decker, one of the tourists.

- Can you open it? - Yes, sir.

Come in, Mr. Decker.

Have a seat.

You surely know what happened last night in this hotel.

Did you hear any screams, any noises from the next room during the night?

Nothing at all.

I was asleep when it happened.

So you know when it happened.

I don’t know anything.

I just must have been asleep at the time.

I think I've heard your name somewhere.

That's possible.

I’'m a theater promoter.

You'd probably recognize my wife’s name, Sybil Conway.

Is she traveling with you?

We had a quarrel two months ago.

She’s in San Remo on the Riviera.

Since our trip stops there...

I’m hoping to speak with her and convince her to get back together.

I’'m terribly shocked by this crime.

You know, a little while ago...

I had a nervous breakdown.

I’'m all worked up.

Strange, Mr. Decker...

that a man who suffers from a nervous condition...

could fall into such a deep sleep.

No.

Up to now at least, I haven’t had insomnia.

Could you wait downstairs in the drawing room?

- Find anything? - Still no.

Excuse me, Inspector. I can’t find my strap.

Is this one yours?

Well, I don’t know.

Yes, it looks like it.

I think it is.

We'll speak about this later.

Wait for me downstairs.

I've got an idea.

Inspector, this is the hotel’s night watchman.

He has something to state.

Yes, Inspector.

You see, last night, around 2:00 in the morning...

as I was making my rounds on the second floor...

I saw a man outside Room 27.

When he saw me, he said...

“I think I’'m on the wrong floor. My room’s downstairs.”

- Did you see his face? - Yes, I did.

I'll recognize him the second I see him if he’s still around here.

- Anything else? - Yes, there’s more.

At 4:00 in the morning...

as I was making another round in the hall...

I was struck in the head.

Was it the same man?

I can't tell. The flashlight fell out of my hands.

All I saw was a lead-gray suit.

I grabbed him...

and felt his jacket pocket ripping.

Then he hit me in the back of the neck.

When I came to, he was gone.

That’s fine. Thank you.

Wait downstairs.

Yes, sir.

We have to find a gray jacket with a ripped pocket...

or the other half of this chain.

-1 think you'll be interested in this. - What?

One of the members of the tour group is a retired Chicago crook.

- Really? -You heard it.

He’s named Max Minchin.

The New York police have asked us not to let him out of our sight.

Not a chance. Thanks, Gardner.

Well, all I've got to say is...

if one of you offed the old man...

don’t even breathe till you talk to a lawyer.

But, Maxie, please don’t take it like that.

Nobody’s accused you of anything, sweetie.

Shut it, you. I don’t take tips from skirts.

What language is he speaking?

Mr. Nielson, Inspector Duff of Scotland Yard.

Mr. Nielson is a criminal lawyer from New York.

Pleased to meet you.

They've just told me of a murder.

Go in, Mr. Nielson.

In just a moment, you'll know all the details.

All right.

Amyl nitrate.

He'll come to right away.

Are you traveling with Mr. Nielson?

Yes, I'm Dick Kennaway.

This happens to Mr. Nielson frequently.

That’s why he hired me to travel with him.

You can take him to his room.

Let me know as soon as he recovers.

- Are you Martin? - Yes, sir.

You discovered the crime this morning?

-Yes, sir. -Tell me.

Every day, I woke up Mr. Potter.

He was very deaf and I always had to knock several times.

And this morning?

I knocked with my knuckles, but he didn’t answer.

And then?

I opened the door with the spare key and went in.

I immediately notified the management.

That's all I can tell you, Inspector.

Thank you.

I’m Captain Roland Kin.

- A soldier? - Of course.

The captain, who's a charming gentleman...

was telling me very interesting things...

about his years of service in India and South Africa.

Really? Do you belong to the English army?

Not exactly to the English.

I was just fantasizing a little. Well, I mean—

What army are you a captain of?

Actually, not of any.

It’s more of an honorary title, you Know?

So all that about taking the fort of Baroda and the 40 elephants wasn’t true?

What a pity.

Then what is your true occupation?

Not any right now. I'm retired.

- What were you? - An engineer.

Well, not a real engineer, you know?

I was, but a long time ago.

You can put “independent” or “investor.”

Did you leave the hotel this morning?

Yes, for the post office to pick up a money order.

- And you, miss? - Also investor.

we'll put “tourist.”

Yes, that's exactly it.

This is my fourth trip around the world.

I've also been to Tierra del Fuego and to—

You're staying in Room 27, aren’t you?

Did you hear any noises last night from the room where—

No, not last night.

But the night before, yes. Lots of noise.

Perhaps Dr. Lofton can give you details.

What happened night before last, Dr. Lofton?

Nothing, just a little argument.

I was in Mr. Potter’s room.

He was very upset.

It seems that the presence of one of the tourists bothered him.

Naturally, I tried to explain the difficulty of my situation to him.

Your name, sir?

John Ross, in lumber exports from Tacoma, Washington.

Do you have anything to tell me related to this crime?

Nothing at all.

You certainly knew Mr. Potter.

Yes, of course.

He was a perfect gentleman.

I got to know him well on board.

I had a real affection for him.

Did you leave the hotel this morning?

Yes, to take a walk.

Excuse me, Inspector.

Mr. Nielson is feeling much better.

Please wait a moment.

Tell the night watchman to go into the room.

-1I'll be right in. -Yes, sir.

Are you feeling better, Mr. Nielson?

Yes, much better. Thank you.

It’s the excitement, of course.

But tell me, I still don’t know a thing.

Who was killed?

Mr. Louis Potter.

You're staying in Room 30...

close to the victim’s.

Could you tell me what time you went to bed last night?

Around 12:00, I think.

Every night I read a little to Mr. Nielson until he falls asleep.

Mr. Nielson, what did you see in the room that provoked such a sudden attack?

Nothing. Those attacks usually come on unexpectedly like that.

Did you see anything in the room?

- Perhaps a face? -1 told you no!

Please, Inspector.

Mr. Nielsonis ill.

I’'m sorry. Forgive me.

Nonetheless, Mr. Nielson...

I’'m determined to find out...

just what could shock a criminal lawyer...

to the point of a heart attack.

- That’s him. - What are you saying?

This is the man I saw in the hallway at 2:00 in the morning.

Is that true?

Yes. I couldn’t sleep, and I thought of asking Mr. Nielson to lend me a book.

That’s an old story, a borrowed book.

Then why did you say you were on the wrong floor?

- The first thing that came to my head. - Looks like that’s a habit with you.

One more question, Mr. Decker.

Do these stones mean anything to you?

First time I've seen them.

Are you Mr. Minchin?

Yeah. So what?

My dear, answer the gentleman politely.

This guy? A cop? What nerve.

Just a minute, Mr. Minchin. Let me warn you that—

Don’t bother. I've heard that song.

“Anything you say can be used against you.”

-1 know it by heart. - Please, Maxie.

All right.

What’s eating you?

- Where are you from? - Chicago. You got a problem?

Not at all.

I don’t intend to ask you anything else, Mr. Minchin.

We've been given good references on you.

Pleased to meet you, Inspector.

This is fantastic. The story of a lifetime.

Murder, mystery, police, Scotland Yard.

If Dr. Lofton had advertised that...

he could've charged more for the tickets.

This is priceless.

My wife.

- How are you? - Very well. And you?

We went out to take some pictures of the sights.

A trip around the world without pictures is a trip wasted, isn’t it?

Well, did you want anything from us, Inspector?

Do you know anything about the crime?

Let’s see.

What you want to know is if my wife and ...

killed Mr. Potter, right?

No, sir. You can rest easy.

You know that Mr. Potter was a soft drink manufacturer.

And I have a factory that makes corks for bottles.

Can you imagine a cork seller killing his best client?

Right.

Have you ever seen this?

This key?

No, never.

Lots like it.

I mean, all keys are alike.

Some have a pointy bit here, others there, others there.

Little gaps, you know, but—

Hey, what a coincidence!

Do you know whose it is?

I see it’s made in Stockton, California...

just a couple doors down from my house.

- Strange, isn’t it? - Very strange.

That's it. Thank you.

Well, gentlemen.

None of you may leave London...

without permission from Scotland Yard.

Mr. Duff.

Is it true?

Do you really suspect that someone from our party killed him?

I’'m sorry to say I have my reasons to suspect them.

In that case, I'll wire my mother to come to London.

When you authorize the departure of the tour group...

I'll continue around the world with them.

Do you think that’s prudent?

I want to help find who’s responsible for this cowardly murder.

We may also need your help.

It’s a long trip and we're constantly together.

Any detail, any careless word could be a clue.

That's likely.

I have an old Chinese friend who always speaks in proverbs.

He says, “Only very shrewd man...

can fire a canon...

without making noise.”

Miss Potter.

I haven’t had a chance until now to tell you how very sorry I am.

And if I can help you in any way...

I’'m at your service.

Thank you, Mr. Kennaway.

Not the faintest trace of the chain or the gray jacket.

That's what I expected.

Everyone left the hotel this morning before we arrived.

How many days do you think we can detain these people?

I don’t know. Let’s speak with the chief.

It’s a real shame we couldn’t hold them.

It’s a real shame we couldn’t hold them.

As things stand, the case is closed.

Another crime left unsolved.

There was no way to detain them.

The American ambassador demanded evidence to justify their detention.

Tonight they leave Paris.

Then they're off to San Remo, Italy, Greece...

Egypt, India, Singapore, Honolulu.

- Around the world. - And the killer with them.

Inspector, he’s ready to talk now.

Bring him in.

Let’s go.

Here he is.

Sit down.

You want to tell us where you got the money you've been spending around?

You see, I—

Don’t tell me you won it at the races.

I want the truth.

Are you going to send me to jail, Inspector?

That depends on you. Where did you get 100 pounds?

- Mr. Decker gave it to me. - Why?

To tell you the truth...

you see...

around 10:00 at night...

a telegram for Mr. Potter arrived.

I knocked on his door.

And then?

And Mr. Decker opened.

Mr. Decker opened the door to Mr. Potter’s room?

Yes, sir.

I handed him the telegram.

He said...

“Mr. Potter is in my room.

We've changed rooms for tonight.”

And then?

I knocked on the door of Mr. Decker’s room.

Mr. Potter came out. He took the telegram and thanked me.

And the 100 pounds?

The next morning at 7:00...

Mr. Decker called.

He gave me two checks for 50 pounds each...

and he made me promise that I wouldn’t tell anybody about the room change.

What did I say?

Potter wasn’t killed in his room! I was right.

- So it was Decker. - We've got him for sure. Don’t worry.

I've got just enough time to catch the last steamer from Dover.

- But they leave for the coast tonight. - They've only got a 12-hour head start.

- Well, have a nice trip and good luck. - Thanks, Gardner.

NICE.

NICE.

Mrs. Rockwell, I'll be deeply obliged, should something happen to me...

if you inform my wife, Sybil Conway, who's in San Remo at the Hotel Palace.

My sincere thanks, Walter Decker.

We expected you, Inspector, but not so soon.

- You expected me? - Yes.

Decker killed himself last night in the hotel garden.

No, he didn’t kill himself. I’'m sure of it.

We need you, Inspector.

It’s another murder.

-You think so? - There’s no doubt.

Mr. Decker felt that something was going to happen to him.

He wanted to entrust a letter to me.

I told him that Mr. Lofton was the appropriate person.

But he insisted on giving it to me.

According to him, Mr. Lofton was the least appropriate person.

I hurried to call Mrs. Decker this very morning.

She fainted on hearing the news.

I’'m Inspector Duff from Scotland Yard.

Id like to know if you intend to detain the tourists.

That’s impossible. There’s no evidence against any of them.

Indeed.

In any case, I believe I can help you.

- Much obliged, Inspector. - Not at all.

They gave the passport to some other guy and now the place is seething with cops.

Can’t help it.

But when I see so many cops together, it all comes back.

Oh, yeah? That's what they call nostalgia.

What?

Nostalgia.

It wasn’t suicide, Mrs. Decker.

Your husband was murdered.

What?

You know who killed him?

One of the tourists?

What’s his name?

No, there’s no one by that name.

So what name is he using?

You don’t know?

All right.

Tonight at 8:00, I'll be at your hotel...

along with the rest of the group from Lofton Tours.

Doctor.

You may leave for San Remo this afternoon as planned.

Perfect. Much obliged, Inspector.

You say the man who killed Decker is named Jim Maynard?

Yes.

Do you know why he killed him?

Yes.

I was married to Jim Maynard, but we weren’t happy.

Then I met Walter Decker.

And I ran off with him.

Maynard swore he would kill the both of us.

Have you seen this before?

But I know what it means.

When we ran off...

I took two bags of diamonds that Maynard had.

But they weren't his either.

He stole them.

In South Africa, right?

Yes.

Are you sure you'll recognize Maynard when you see him?

- Of course. - Good.

Come with me.

When they're all in the dining room, you'll point him out.

Certainly.

Shall we?

Yes.

Get that.

Mr. Nielson!

Mr. Nielson, are you there?

- What’s going on? - Mr. Nielson was just here.

- Have you seen him? - No.

Mr. Nielson!

I'll get a doctor.

It’s useless.

She’s dead.

You won't forget to write me as you promised?

I won't forget. Will I see you again?

Probably. I'm going to America.

In the meantime, if something serious happens...

cable me at Scotland Yard.

I hope it won’t take long for this mystery to be solved.

Waiting won’t get you anywhere.

You've got to move forward and work hard.

As my Chinese friend says...

“Seated hunter and running hare...

will never meet.”

- Good-bye, Inspector. - Good-bye, Miss Potter.

- Have a nice trip. - Thank you.

I hope we don’t have the pleasure of meeting you again.

-1 don’t know, ma’am. - Please, no.

Every time I see you, something terrible has happened.

You'd be the most delightful person if you didn’t bring misfortune along.

I’m not the one who brings misfortune.

Misfortune is what brings me.

Good-bye and good riddance, Inspector.

Just a second. Hold still.

“Inspector Duff seeing his clients off at the station.”

That's it. Thanks.

Just a second. Hold still. Sorry, my mistake.

What do you like more, this or Rome?

Rome? Which one was Rome?

The one with the big cathedral and the Pope.

I liked that place where those pointed things came out of the ground.

- The pyramids, Max. -That’s it.

And also that place we went on June 22nd, your birthday.

My birthday?

You gave me a necklace made of stained glass?

That's it.

Let’s see.

June 22nd, Venice.

Venice, that’s it.

Nice, wasn't it?

Yes.

Just our luck that it was flooded when we got there.

Rotten weather.

That's it. Thanks, Mrs. Rockwell.

I've got you in 45 different places.

Thank you. And your wife?

She’s been upset with me since Greece...

because I took pictures of every ruin without her.

This one will be called: “Mrs. Rockwell...

bugging Mr. Kennaway in astreet in China...

while he’s looking for his girlfriend.”

Very nice.

See you later.

I’'m gonna see if I can find a Chinaman...

who'll let me take his picture without charging me a dollar.

The brute’s right.

I’m holding you up.

You must have something more interesting to do.

Please, don’t talk about Miss Potter again.

I’'m sorry. I just thought that since you two were always together—

Yes, everyone thought the same, and you too, I guess.

No, I didn’t think anything.

A man can’t get close to a rich girl without everybody getting ideas.

what does everybody else matter to you?

It’s what she thinks that matters.

She must have thought the same thing.

I've noticed in the last few days that she’s been avoiding me.

Money, always money.

It’s a curse, don’t you think?

Yes, especially when it's a curse you don’t have.

Will you forgive me if I leave you?

But didn’t you say she was the one avoiding you?

Yes, her too.

As if we'd agreed on it.

- I'll see you, Mrs. Rockwell. - Good-bye.

Hello, dear.

I was just talking about you with a charming young man...

who couldn’t say what’s wrong with him.

He knows all too well.

That’s why he puts on proud airs around me.

Didn’t it occur to you that perhaps it isn’t pride...

but rather an excess of dignity...

that prevents him from courting such a rich girl.

You think that’s what’s going on?

Not a doubt.

- Where are you going? -To find him and talk with him.

Wonderful, my girl.

IfI'd only been able to talk like that with Robert...

or with Mauricio...

or with that blond soldier eight years ago, or with that—

What was his name?

Look, it’s perfect, just perfect.

I've been dreaming of this. Now I've got it, and I won’t let it go.

You've no choice but to pay for it, my love.

All right.

Go buy a truckload of this junk that you won't know what to do with later.

What’s more, you think we can go around the world dragging this around?

What did he get you, Mrs. Minchin?

- A lamp for reading. - For reading? Imagine that.

And since she’s got the lamp now, maybe she’ll buy a book.

But don’t you remember? We've got a book at home.

A friend of yours left it there.

This is beautiful.

We'll put in one red light and one green light.

Just like a crosswalk.

Merci.

- Mr. Kennaway. - Sorry.

I didn’t know you were here. I wouldn’t have come in.

Why?

It seems my presence bothers you.

Don’t you think we’ll miss this war when the trip’s over?

Go on. You'll find another enemy.

Well, for now...

isn’t it better to call a truce?

On this trip, we'll be seeing each other many times.

We'll hide our true feelings.

And we can continue to appear as friends.

Isn’t that better?

As you wish.

All right?

Nothing more to say?

- How much is this? - This? $280.

Beautiful, isn’t it?

Yes.

Jim Maynard? That’s the man who killed my grandfather.

Which one is he?

Which one?

Jim Maynard.

The guy at that shop just pointed out Jim Maynard.

He’s one of you.

I know which.

- You don’t know what you've done. - Why?

Jim Maynard is in that group.

He thinks you know him. You're in danger.

We don’t know who to watch, and now he might try something against you.

Where’s the telegraph office?

Right here.

I have just learned that Jim Maynard...

Hello?

Hello, Id like to speak with Charlie Chan.

You're speaking with him, Inspector Duff.

You recognized my voice.

Yes, I arrived this morning.

Yes. Business, as usual.

I need to speak with you.

It’s my pleasure.

I’'m leaving the chiefs office now.

I'll come see you right away.

I’ll await your arrival with great pleasure.

I got the cable when I was on my way to Tacoma.

I changed my plans.

I took a plane to San Francisco, and the first boat out of there.

I’'m glad I arrived before anything happened to the girl.

Kindly answer this question.

When she shouted the name of Jim Maynard...

did one of them turn around before the others?

She tried to trick him, but it didn’t work.

What should she have done, Charlie?

Too late now.

Advice after mistake...

is like medicine after dead man’s funeral.

Strange that the man who’s committed all of these crimes...

has the composure to continue on the trip with the rest.

Yes.

Only very brave mouse makes nest in cat’s ear.

“Only very brave mouse makes nest in cat’s ear.”

That’s good.

This is Chan’s undeserved office.

Kindly enter.

It’s wonderfully cool in here.

Open windows, ocean breeze.

Have a seat.

- Cigarette? - No, thanks.

I’ll smoke my pipe.

Allow me.

If you're kind enough to wait...

I'll get the chief of police...

for arranged conference.

Call an ambulance immediately!

Then tell the chief to come right away!

What happened, Charlie?

Wounded by a bullet that came through the window.

Poor inspector.

Comes to the peaceful city of Honolulu to end up in front of a killer’s revolver.

A crime in the police station. It's unheard of!

It’s more. It’s an insult.

Wounded in the very office of the inspector of detectives.

Everyone will laugh at Charlie Chan.

- I'll leave tonight on the Prescott. - Charlie, that’s impossible.

Please leave out the arguing.

Otherwise, resignation effective immediately.

There’s no time to lose.

2-1-6-8.

Is that you, John?

This is your honorable father.

I’'m leaving in half an hour on the steamer Prescott.

What?

Leave out exclamations of surprise.

Pack my suitcase as quick as lightning.

Toothbrush, another suit, electric razor.

Bring me the suitcase and accompany your honorable mother to the docks.

Listen, Charlie.

He’s a dangerous killer.

IfI don’t get this man before arriving in San Francisco...

I’'m quitting for good.

Tell me, did you see his face?

Lofton...

Kin...

Ross...

Benbow...

Minchin.

Which one of them is it, Charlie?

Handle him with care.

Take him to a hospital.

Send me a wire.

If he comes to...

tell him that Charlie Chan is carrying on.

Events explode without warning...

like fireworks above passers-by.

Yes, honey. Don’t worry.

I'll bundle up.

And I'll keep from catching a draft.

In my absence, deferences to your honorable mother and the whole family.

Yes, Dad. Can I use your car while you're gone?

I expected this request.

But treat it gently.

You can rest easy.

Bye, Dad.

The captain has told the tourists to meet in the smoking lounge.

He’s counting on you, Mr. Chan. He hopes you find your man.

The captain paints a pleasing picture.

Thank you, so much.

Not at all.

More questions? What for?

To liven up the crossing.

Say what you think and keep quiet about what you need to.

The dirty, shameless swine who's taken the others out—

Don’t use insults, Maxie.

He could be one of these gentlemen.

I’'m tired of questioning.

They haven’t gotten anywhere with it, and they won’t find out much.

Allow me to wish you a pleasant journey.

You must be surprised to see me here.

I am too.

Yesterday, Inspector Duff came to Honolulu...

paradise of the Pacific.

History repeats itself.

The serpent appears in paradise.

Inspector Duffis in a hospital...

insultingly wounded.

I’'m very sorry you have to put up with my presence.

Damage begins when the mouth opens. I know that.

And I'm sorry.

But I have to ask you questions.

Excuse me, sir.

I must advise you that we are no longer under the jurisdiction...

of the Honolulu authorities.

Naturally. Chan knows.

If any of you has something you don’t want to say...

you can refuse questioning.

Not I.

I won't allow you to maneuver me into a mistaken position.

How could you imagine that I’d have anything to hide?

Man never scratches without itch.

I've done nothing more than warn you of the legal precept that prevents you—

Legal precept.

The killer’s best friend.

Chan understands.

Mr. Nielson and Chan know the laws. Is that right?

Mr. Nielson is right.

From the start, we've been constantly inconvenienced...

by questions from incompetent chiefs of police.

Incompetence humbly admitted.

But sometimes blunt stones...

cut better than sharpened knives.

You'd be better off, Mr. Chan...

saving your questions and your suspicions for another occasion.

You're right, sir.

Time is not pressing.

Talk will not cook rice.

Thank you, so much.

Remember what happened to Inspector Duff, and keep your eyes open.

That’s my advice.

I've never seen a revolver that missed fewer targets.

Chan understands.

Thank you, so much.

Mr. Chan!

Come in.

You're startled, miss.

Did you see a man on deck?

- No, but somebody was just in my cabin. - How do you know?

I went out for a moment, and found this on my dresser when I came back.

I thought it was a gift from Mrs. Rockwell.

But she says it wasn’t her. That’s why I'm here.

It’s a threat.

See, hear and quiet.

A wireless from Honolulu for you, Mr. Chan.

From Honolulu?

“Friend has”—

Thank you, so much.

Miss Potter.

What is it, Mr. Chan? Any news?

Wireless says operation successful.

Honorable Inspector Duff getting better.

I’m so happy.

You still don’t have any clues?

Still no.

Patience, and mulberry leaf makes silk shawl.

Okay, your turn.

I won’t stand for this!

What are you doing in my cabin?

Chan is only trying to find, though awkwardly, the truth.

Could you explain this most interesting find?

What does that glove have to do with anything?

That’s what Chan’s trying to find out.

-Is it yours? - No. Do you claim you found it here?

Claim, no. Chan found it here. You've never seen it?

Of course not. What’s this all about?

You think you're going to scare me into confessing something?

Chan is only trying to find the man who committed the crimes...

and to punish him.

He who waters the tree deserves the fruit.

Thank you...

so much.

- What do you want? - This.

Gray jacket with torn pocket.

You should have gotten rid of this a long time ago.

What do you mean?

Night watchman at the Broome Hotel in London...

tore the pocket of a gray jacket.

I know. That’s why I want to get this out of the way.

Somebody just tore the pocket now.

- Really? - Yes.

To pin the suspicion on me.

If this were the jacket that the guard tore in London...

do you think I'd be stupid enough to keep it until now?

Who can say?

No man is a fool until he does something foolish.

Thank you, so much.

Good evening.

Come in, Mr. Chan.

I was just about to go out.

The women probably miss me.

Allow me to wish you success.

Thank you.

A good wife...

is the best furnishing of a home.

If you're referring to Miss Potter, not a chance.

Really?

Look, I want you to see this.

Miss Potter told me you found one of these with Inspector Duff...

and that they left another in her room, as a warning no doubt.

Where did Mr. Nielson buy these figurines?

That's what I don’t get. He says he didn’t buy them...

and that he’s got no idea how they got into his cabin.

What do you think?

Very strange.

Look. Touch this.

That's strange. It’s like there’s a key under there.

Yes, it’s a key.

A duplicate of the key found in the hand of the dead man in London.

Who put that key on my suitcase?

Do you think—

Could it be that Mr. Nielson—

Why don’t you ask him to explain it?

Not yet.

A man should not hurry...

unless he’s hunting fleas.

Don't let the key’s hiding place out of your sight.

They'll take it from here before the ship gets to port.

Inform me as soon as it disappears.

I'll do so, Mr. Chan.

Thank you, so much.

- Hey, Chinaman. What’s new? - Nothing.

Looks like fog.

Yes, looks like it.

But that won’t stop us from getting to San Francisco in two hours.

What, trapped your man yet?

Trapped? No.

It seems Chan tries to hunt hare with dead dog.

Don’t worry, fella.

Maybe you'll nab him yet.

Maybe?

Every “maybe”...

has a wife called “maybe not.”

Hey, that reminds me— Hey, girl.

My wife and I are throwing a dinner party that cost ten dollars a setting...

to celebrate the end of the trip.

I hope you'll join us.

There’s champagne.

Chan doesn’t drink.

Okay. You can listen to the cork pop and imagine you're chasing a bandit.

Thank you, so much.

I'll tell my wife to send them to catch more oysters.

Well, Mr. Chan, we've almost arrived.

Yes, I'm sorry.

Still nothing?

Suspicions, yes.

Proof, none.

No evidence to have anyone arrested in San Francisco.

Chan thought he was a smart man...

now he sees small mistake.

A big head is no more than a place for a big headache.

What about the honorable annoying gentleman?

There’s still hope.

We're meeting on deck in a bit.

Opportunity knocks again.

And if the gentleman proposes marriage?

Do you think he’ll propose?

How could Chan know?

I’d like it.

What would you do?

Refuse, naturally.

- Chan doesn’t understand. -1 also have my pride.

The heart of a woman...

is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.

Not really.

When you want to find a heart, you'll find it.

He’s so kind to me when he wants to be.

When he wants to be?

But he’s wanted that very few times.

Will I see you at the Minchins’ table at dinnertime?

I believe so.

- See you then. - Good-bye.

Dr. Lofton, to spare you an awkward situation...

I won’t say anything...

nor carry out your arrest until we arrive in San Francisco.

Thank you, so much, Charlie Chan.

Are you happy the trip is ending?

Yes.

When I return Mr. Nielson to his family tonight, I'll be free.

And aren’t you also happy that our quarrels are over?

Quarrels?

I wasn’t upset with you.

Thank heavens.

And if we don’t meet again, I want to say—

What?

You can’t imagine what your, well, friendship has meant to me.

It’s horrible to think that I could’ve lived without meeting you.

But I suppose you'll find a man who’ll make you happy.

What’s that? I can’t hear you.

You'll find a man who will marry you and make you happy.

I can’t hear a word.

I know you'll find the man who will make you happy...

and you'll get married.

Yes, I will, if you want to.

If I want to what?

To marry me. Isn’t that what you said?

No, I only said this:

That you'll find a man, you'll marry him, and you'll be happy.

How stupid of me. I thought...

If I had asked you, would you have said yes?

I don’t know. Since you haven’t asked me—

But if I ask you...

will you say yes again?

Do you promise?

I promise to say yes if you promise to ask.

I’'m interrupting?

I see that this terrible quarrel continues.

There’s no quarrel.

Could Chan ask you a big favor?

Of course. What is it?

When I leave Mr. Minchin’s table, please come with me.

I need a lot of help.

Of course.

Thank you, so much.

And I hope that all of you, apart from certain disagreeable events...

And I hope that all of you, apart from certain disagreeable events...

have fully experienced the enjoyment promised at the outset of this trip.

Much obliged to all of you. Thank you. That’s all.

Now I’d like to hear a few words from our splendid host, Mr. Minchin.

- Friends, I'm no orator— - That he isn’t.

But he can do some very funny impressions.

Well, I can’t do a thing unless my wife joins me.

We're a very close couple.

To start, I'll do a few impressions of different characters for you.

A ruffian from Buenos Aires.

Just a minute.

Hey, why don’t you sing that Brazilian maxixe...

that you sang for me the other day when we were playing ombre.

Hey, Minchin. Just a second.

Why don’t you do that parody of the apache you did the other day?

How about we hear a few of Mr. Kin’s lies now?

Friends...

when I was ambassador in Saint Petersburg...

And to conclude...

I’ll admit that the murder of Mr. Potter in that London hotel room...

was a mysterious case.

But for me, it's incomprehensible to think...

that dining with us at this moment...

is a man who’s responsible for three deaths...

and who recently attempted a fourth.

This man is listening to us.

And within an hour, he’ll have left the ship...

free, unidentified...

and will probably never suffer punishment for his crimes.

That's it.

Now let’s hear some sayings from our Asian friend.

It might be interesting to hear Mr. Chan explain...

his inability to get his man.

Ladies and gentlemen...

he who stands against justice always loses.

Just as the grasshopper always loses in fights with the chicken.

All of you have asked Chan.

Perhaps Chan can entertain you now with a few answers.

Mr. Potter was killed in London by mistake.

What?

The criminal entered the room mistakenly.

He meant to kill Mr. Decker.

Why?

Because Mr. Decker had taken his wife from him.

And when the couple ran off...

they took with them two bags of diamonds.

This was intended...

to remind them of what they'd done.

The name of the killer...

is Jim Maynard...

a former diamond smuggler in South Africa.

I've already informed him that to spare him an awkward situation...

I won’t mention the name he goes by now.

Nor will I carry out his arrest until the ship arrives in San Francisco.

Thank you...

so much.

Really, sitting at the same table...

with a person who's committed such horrors...

just makes me tremble.

I’'m going to my room.

Just as Chan expected.

The key isn’t there.

-Where s it? - Exactly where I need it.

In the killer’s possession.

Mr. Nielson?

- Elen! - Man overboard!

Too late!

That was the killer and he’s escaped!

Over there! He fell! Oh, God.

- Help. - What happened?

- My husband fell. - Man overboard.

-Is that your man, Mr. Chan? - No. Please, come quick.

Save him.

The entire crossing I've been telling the idiot...

not to sit on the railing.

- Terrible. - Oh, God.

Dr. Lofton, to spare you an awkward situation...

I won’t say anything...

nor carry out your arrest until we arrive in San Francisco.

Thank you, so much, Charlie Chan.

- Get him! - I've got him!

The door.

Now.

Turn on the lights.

Pick him up.

What a shame. My best suit, Mr. Maynard.

What? Isn’t he Ross?

No, Jim Maynard.

Your warning.

See, hear, quiet.

Very useful, Mr. Maynard.

- What about the key, Mr. Chan? - Thank you so much.

Please search him.

He has a duplicate of the key found in the hand of the man killed in London.

Don’t bother.

It’s in my right vest pocket.

Very good. You've hunted me down.

I’m sorry about Mr. Potter, but not about the other two.

They got what they deserved.

They had it coming.

- You want to tell me something? - If Chan knows.

Yes, one thing I don’t get.

How did you recognize me?

I didn’t. I wasn’t sure.

You weren't sure? Then why did you write me that letter?

- The same letter I wrote to everybody. - Everybody?

But only one came to kill my best suit.

What do we do with this man?

Please look after him until I return.

Put it there, Chinaman. Do us a favor and never come to Chicago.

Ross, I thought you'd be smarter and the Chinaman would never nab you.

The best you can do is look for a good charlatan to defend you.

Honorable Inspector Duff...

fortune has showered good luck on your humble substitute.

Ross has been arrested.

I’'m wiring Inspector Duff.

Do you want me to send him a message?

- Yes, tell him— - Yes, tell him that...

Miss Potter and Mr. Kennaway...

have decided both to become one.

For now, that’s all.

Mr. Chan.

THE END