Mr. Moto's Last Warning (1939) - full transcript
A Japanese man claiming to be Mr Moto, of the International Police, is abducted and murdered soon after disembarking from a ship at Port Said in Egypt. The real Mr Moto is already in Port Said, investigating a conspiracy against the British and French governments. The dead man was his colleague, impersonating him to throw the conspirators off his scent. Mr Moto recognises one of the conspirators as a British Secret Service agent, and together they discover that the gang have mined the harbour in preparation for the arrival of the French fleet. Their aim is to throw the blame onto the British, which may start a second World War.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
STREETLY: The two
French squadrons
are here now,
Bentham, off Tunis.
They plan to sail
direct to Port Said
and proceed through
the canal to join
our fleet for the
maneuvers on the Red Sea.
-When, exactly, will
they reach the canal?
-We had a wire from the
French admiral this morning.
It says, "Fleet arrives Port
Said 23 o'clock, 16th instant.
Complements, Delacour,
Admiral commanding.
-There's even less
time than I thought.
Isn't it possible to
delay them somehow?
-What's the matter you
Secret Service people?
Why on earth shouldn't
the French fleet proceed?
-Last week, one of
our men in Egypt
reported he was on the verge
of finding out something, which
might be in trouble
in connection
with these joint maneuvers.
-That's nonsense.
What trouble could
there be, man?
Our relations with France
are as corny as they ever
were-- more so, in fact.
-What I'm afraid
of, Lord Streetly,
is that there's some scheme on
foot to strain those relations.
-What?
That would be
disastrous, Bentham.
Disastrous!
-Exactly, sir, with this
present tension in Europe.
Can't you do something to
detain that French fleet
until we get more news?
-I'll tell you what.
I'll speak to the
Prime Minister.
Perhaps we can persuade
the French admiralty
to hold the fleet off Tunis
for the balance of this week.
We can't do more than that.
-We will accordingly remain
here until order is received.
Hand this off to Paris, and
take this message for my wife
on the steamer "Emalia,"
reaching Port Said tonight.
-A radio message for
you, Madame Delacour.
-Message?
-Mamma, is it from Father?
Is it from Father, Mamma?
-Yes.
Yes, dear.
He sends you his love.
-Uh, no bad news,
I hope, madame?
-Oh, no, Monsieur Norvel.
Merely disappointing.
-Oh, Mamma!
Aren't you gonna see
Father after all?
Aren't we, Mamma?
-Of course, we are, darling.
-The, uh, naval maneuvers
have not been called off?
-Oh, no.
Just a change of orders.
-Oh.
It must be very interesting to
receive important information
like that before anyone else.
-Ha, ha.
Admiral's wives are
always the last to hear
of anything of real importance.
-I admire your
discretion, madame.
-I say, when do we land?
I just come from
the [INAUDIBLE],
um, looking at the town.
Ooh!
What a sinister, brooding place.
-Did you get the sinister,
brooding smell of it?
-Oh, I did.
I-- I think, I've just
thought of a marvelous
heading from my third chapter.
Listen to this.
"Port Said, the glamorous
gateway to the mystic East."
-Aren't you infringing a
little bit on Mr. Halliburton?
-I never heard of him.
-You should find
plenty of material
here for your book,
Monsieur Venables.
-Am I in your book, Rollo?
I want to be in your book.
-Oh, of course,
you're in the book.
You're all in it.
Listen to this.
Just-- just a few notes.
Just listen.
"The adventure begins.
Moonlight madness, shipmates
and deck companions,
and the Oriental Sherlock.
-What's a Sherlock?
-He means Monsieur
Moto, darling.
-Oh, by the way,
where is Mr. Moto?
I'd like to say goodbye to him.
-There is no need
yet for goodbyes.
Business returns me in
Port Said for several days,
before I continue my journey.
-Where are you
staying, Mr. Moto?
-At the home of friends.
-Uh, do you, by any
chance, know a wayside inn?
You know, a place
with local color,
of whirling dervishes,
and-- and so forth?
-Where tourists find
their throats cut?
-Yes, that's exactly
what I mean, I think.
PURSER: First class
passengers will
assemble in the lounge
for passport inspection.
-Come along, Marie.
We will find Nana and
show our passports.
Say goodbye, now.
-Goodbye, then.
See you there.
Oh, now look here.
No.
No, really.
Somebody-- somebody must
have stolen my passport.
What?
-Didn't I see you press your
passport in your notebook?
-Oh, yes.
There it is.
Th-- that's very
clever, Mr. Moto.
Thank you, so much.
Well, goodbye, old boy.
-All right.
-We'll see you at the hotel?
-All right.
Goodbye.
-Mr. Norvel, this man said
he has business with you.
-Oh, the travel agent, eh?
-Hawkins is my name.
Bert Hawkins.
We made all your
arrangements, sir.
-Get my reservation
for the hotel?
-Yes, sir.
And I hope that everything
is satisfactory.
-Well, it seems to be, so far.
-Excuse me, please.
I too must go
through the formality
of passport examination.
-Have you got a match, Hawkins?
-I don't think as
how I have, sir.
-Why don't you look in
your left-hand pocket?
-Oh, yes.
Here's a packet, sir.
-That Japanese, is the man.
Have you got your instructions?
-Yes, sir.
I've got a cab waiting.
-All right.
Help me through the customs,
and we'll pick him up there.
-Very good, sir.
-Officer, my permit and
credentials, please.
-We'll wait for him outside.
-Hey.
-Well, what on earth are
you carrying all that for?
-Well, my dear
chap, it's curious
how you want to carry that kid.
-I'm so very sorry.
-I regret, it was
entirely my fault.
[SPEAKING JAPANESE]
[FAKE COUGH]
-Find me a conveyance, please.
-Here he comes.
-Now!
-Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
Are you all right, Mr. Moto?
-Yes, please.
My own fault.
-No harm done.
Uh, won't you let
me give you a lift?
I'll be glad to drive you
any place you want to go.
-You're most kind, Mr. Norvel,
but I must not trouble you.
-Oh, nonsense,
nonsense, nonsense.
No trouble at all.
I'm going to the Khedive Hotel.
You might just as
well drive with us.
Come on, Mr. Moto.
Come on, jump in, Mr. Moto.
Adam.
-This is not the Khedive Hotel.
-No, but it's where you get out.
Come on.
-You had better do
what he says, Mr. Moto.
-Please, I don't understand.
-Come on.
Get moving.
-What do you want with me?
-Never you mind.
None of your monkey tricks.
Inside.
Well, that's the
end of Mr. Moto.
-What are you calling
your book, Mr. Venables?
-Roughing it With
a Rolling Stone,
or A Peep Into the Interior.
-Good.
-Hi, Norvel!
-Oh, good evening, good evening.
I see you're all settled
and comfortable, eh?
-Yes, but Marie was tired out.
Her nurse has put her to bed.
Won't you sit down?
-Oh, thank you.
-You know, I was just
saying to Madame Delacour,
we should see the town.
You know, the real Port Said.
Not this stuff the tourists see.
-That's an excellent idea.
But you must be very careful,
he's a venturesome soul,
you know.
-Oh, now, now, now.
Uh, you're pulling my leg.
-Oh, you know I
wouldn't do that.
-Uh, this Thursday,
why don't you join us?
-I'm sorry, but I have
a business appointment.
And anyway, I'm not a
desperate foe, like you.
I'm nervous.
-Uh, Mr. Eric Norvel?
-Yes.
-I have a message for you.
Very urgent, by hand.
-Oh, thank you.
Uh, excuse, please.
There's no answer.
Well, that's excellent, my
appointment has been cancelled.
-Ah.
-Oh, good.
-Now I can come with
you, Marco Polo.
-Marco--
-Shall we show this
fire-eater the real Port Said?
Or shall I take you to
the local musical hall?
-Alfred, don't lie to me.
I saw you dabbling
about in the gutter.
What were you doing?
-Looking for a novelty
for my lady friend.
[LAUGHTER]
-Well, don't you think it's
time you married the girl?
-Blimey, no.
It gives me the creeps
to see her once a week.
[LAUGHTER]
-Alfred, you shouldn't
belittle matrimony.
Married men live longer
than single ones.
-Oh, ho.
It only seems longer.
[LAUGHTER]
FABIAN: I think that you
had better go into you song.
-All right.
I'll sing a song, if you
drink a glass of water
and smoke a cigarette
with your left hand.
-Very well.
What are you going to sing?
-"Knocked 'em in
the Old Kent Road."
-Oh, no you're not.
You're going to sing
something classical.
Opera.
-What?
-Carry on.
Music, Professor.
-You carry on.
Light your cigarette.
What's the matter?
Can't you find a lynch?
Ha, ha.
Look in my left-hand
pocket, ya fool.
Heh, heh.
Bet you don't know how
to make a Maltese cross.
FABIAN: Well, how would you
make a Maltese cross, young man?
-By pulling his tail.
-Music, Professor.
(SINGING) I've no right to
live beside the seaside.
I've no right to
live beside the sea.
I've no right to stroll upon
the prom-- prom-- prom, where
the brass man is playing
tiddly hum pum pum.
So just let me be
beside the seaside.
I'll be beside myself with glee.
And there's lots
of girls beside,
I should like to be
beside, beside the seaside
beside the sea.
-Thank you, ladies and
gentlemen, for the way
you've received our
little offering.
-Shut up, Fabian.
-We do our best
to entertain you.
-Hurry up, ya big dummy.
I got friends coming back here.
This is intermission.
Get off, ya big ham.
[LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE]
-Will you excuse me for a smoke?
-Well, certainly.
-Hello, Markaday--
he's marvelous.
Well, he, uh, juggles
things, you know?
STAGEHAND: Get that
surrey over here.
Please.
You, you, come on,
give me the cart.
Give me the cart.
Come on.
Come on.
Everybody's coming.
Come on.
We'll do this lot.
Why, come on.
Come on, come on.
You see, everybody
in the jungle.
There is music here, regularly.
That's the one.
It can't go on.
I've got to go on, myself.
-Not doing this, mister.
Always the same story, night
after night after night!
And then to catch
you in the alley.
Your fur foreman suffers.
Oh, shame!
Come on, the show must go on!
[FAINT VOICES]
MAN: Phase one, now the project.
[FAINT VOICES]
MAN: I have his passport.
[FAINT VOICES]
FABIAN: I'm sorry for
using melodramatic tricks
to get you men up here, but
then we can't be too careful.
Norvel, here, arrived
tonight on the Amalia.
And by a strange
coincidence, Mr. Moto
of the International
Police was also aboard.
MAN: Norvel?
-Norvel warned me by cablegram,
and I arranged for Mr. Moto
to be taken care of.
I only mention this
to show you there's
always a possibility
of our being watched.
And never forget,
there must be nothing
to show what government
is employing us.
The slightest
mistake means death.
Now, Norvel, did
you learn the date?
-Not yet.
But that Delacour woman had
a radiogram from her husband
tonight.
Looks as if the fleets
arrival has been postponed.
-Hm.
That's either very
good or very bad.
Gives us more time, but
it might mean suspicion.
Nevertheless, we'll
go through it.
Nothing must stop us, nothing.
-It's a good job Mr.
Moto is out of the way.
He was dangerous.
-Yes.
I'm just about to cancel him.
-What have you got there?
-A little collection of
my own that's taken me
a long time to compile.
This the reverse of what
police call a Rose Gallery.
NORVEL: Oh, a
detective's gallery, huh?
FABIAN: Detective,
Secret Service men,
police of all nationalities.
-Can I have a look?
-There he is.
NORVEL: Huh?
Huh!.
Huh!
-Well, so much for Mr. Moto.
-That's really a
magnificent idea.
May I?
-Surely.
-How much remains
to be done, Fabian?
-A day's work, Norvel.
You and I will
complete the project.
NORVEL: It is near
completion then?
Oh that is good.
I had no idea you would be
so far advanced by this time.
FABIAN: Have you taken
care of your end, Danforth?
-I have fixed the
passport and entered
to enter into any
Aegean or Asiatic port,
but it's been a drawback
not knowing our exact plans.
-You'll know in plenty of time.
Now all of you go back and
watch the rest of the show.
Norvel, we must know
what's in that radiogram.
-I'll get it for you tonight.
Don't worry.
-Good.
Report in later
at Connie's place.
[STOOL SQUEAKING]
-Quiet!
What was that?
-I didn't hear anything.
-Neither did I.
-I'm afraid you're overly
suspicious, Mr. Fabian.
-Perhaps.
I don't trust anyone.
Not even Alfred.
I'll walk back with you
as far as the pass door.
[CLUNKING]
-Wait a minute.
Aren't you late,
Monsieur Markaday?
You'd better hurry.
-Oh, oui.
[THEATER APPLAUSE]
-Wait a minute.
Look!
-Shh.
-Search all the dressing
rooms, right away.
He's back stage, somewhere.
Hakin, watch the stage door.
We'll search all
the dressing rooms.
Mine first.
-There's no one here.
I'll take this floor, you
go up to the next level.
-All right.
-I shouldn't do that, if
I were you, Mr. Burke.
It isn't worthy of
your excellent position
with the British Secret Service.
-Who are you?
-I'm your friend.
You are in a more dangerous
position than I am.
-But who are you?
-Don't give yourself away
by removing your photograph.
Continue to search
for me, I'm Moto.
Meet me at 42 Shagan
tonight, directly
opposite Connie's place.
Watch out!
-Any trace of him?
-No.
Let's go and find Fabian.
[THEATER APPLAUSE]
-There's no sign of him in
any of the dressing rooms.
-Never mind.
You had better get back
to Madame Delacour.
-All right.
-What?
Are you crazy?
What is the meaning
of this betray?
-What's the trouble here?
-My Berry, she's very bad girl.
She did not another
whole performance then
comes right in here.
I come following her, and
these boys, he assassinate me.
-I'm terribly sorry.
I can explain everything.
Now just a minute.
Somebody robbed
my dressing room,
and I saw Monsieur Markaday
sneaking around here
and I jumped on him.
[WHIP CRACKING]
[THEATER APPLAUSE]
-He must gone
through this window.
-I will have a search man.
And you, please, sir,
keep your mutt [INAUDIBLE]
between performance.
-Well, that's one
thing, at any rate.
Whoever he was, he couldn't have
heard much listening in there.
-He listened, and
that's too much.
That's all, Danforth.
I'll phone you when I need you.
-Yes, sir.
-Say, Alfred, don't think
this gentleman bears
a strange resemblance
to Mr. Danforth?
-Now do you know me, Chankina?
-Ain't she?
Where's Miss Connie?
-I don't know, Mr. Fabian.
-Go find her for me.
-Go find her yourself.
What's the matter, got a
complaint about something?
-Have you got any iodine?
-Oh, been speaking out
of turn, again, huh?
OK.
I'll get some iodine and
bring it up to your room.
Hey, Bill.
[WHISTLE]
-Hello, darling.
Oh!
Let's have a look.
-Oh, it's nothing.
I just wanted to tell you I'm
expecting a visitor tonight,
a man called Norvel.
-All right.
But what did you
do to that hand?
-A dog at the theater nipped me.
-Uh-huh, I don't want
you to go foaming
at the mouth around here.
Come on, and give us that nip.
-Why don't you let bloke alone?
Take more than a dob
bite to hurt him.
-Oh, be as funny as you
like, but in the filthy town
it might be serious.
-A wolf hound once bit Alfred
and all he got was splinters.
-I'm getting a bit
fed up on your jokes.
-Don't listen to her, Alfred.
-It was funny at first, but
now it's getting part a laugh.
Why you-- you actually
treat that dummy
as-- as though it
were a human being.
-Oh, getting in shouting, eh?
-Oh, I'm sick of Alfred.
To tell you the truth, I'm sick
of the whole dirty business
you're in, whatever it is.
Why can't we be together more?
Why all this hide-and-seek?
Why do I have to
run a dive like this
and pretend I hardly know you?
-Wait a minute.
-I've always done
what you told me to,
without asking questions,
but now I've got to know.
Why do you pretend to be a
third-rate music hall turn?
What's your real game?
Why don't you let me in
on it, so I can help you?
-You've said enough now.
Be quiet.
-Sorry, I didn't
mean to go flying off
the handle like that.
I guess it's 'cause
I love you so much.
-Hm.
So you want to know
about my business, huh?
-Mm, hm.
-All right.
Take a seat in the office.
Because you're so curious, I'm
going to tell you everything.
-Wait a minute.
-Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
-OK, hold that hand
still and-- now talk.
[MAN SINGING IN
FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
-Anyone here?
-Yes, Mr. Burke.
I'm sorry to welcome
you so inhospitably,
but darkness is
necessary if we are
to observe the
movements of the enemy.
Please, sit down.
-You really are Moto, then?
-That is my one
permanent characteristic.
-But I thought Moto was dead.
Fabian doesn't
usually make mistakes.
-He made a grave
mistake tonight when
he murdered a
countryman of mine.
And he will regret it.
-Was this man deliberately
posing as you?
-He was my collar.
Keeping Mr. Norvel
under observation.
Incidentally, he diverted
suspicion from itself.
You see at present An Kuroki,
dealer in oriental art.
And I'm in Port Said
now for quite some time.
-How did you know me?
-You were, I believe, in
Atbah, about two years ago,
posing there as
a British priest.
-But I thought only our Secret
Service knew about that?
-You may remember that
extremely dirty mule driver
who accompanied
you to the border?
-What that--
-Oh, yes.
-Moto, I'm beginning
to believe all
the stories I've
heard about you.
-Please, do not.
I do not.
But should we not return
to our present assignment?
I'm interested in the
extent of your information.
-It isn't nearly enough.
Fabian doesn't confide in
his men, he merely uses them.
-But you sent a report
to London only last week.
-It was more
warning than report.
All I was able to tell
them was that there's
a plot to cause trouble
between England and France,
which has some connection with
the visit of the French fleet.
-That undoubtedly explains
they're postponed arrival.
-But they can't hold
them long unless we
discover Fabian's exact plans.
-Observe, Mr.
Norvel is arriving.
-Come back later.
[BAR HALL MERRIMENT]
-(SINGING) Bring
back, bring back,
bring back my bonnie to me.
My bonnie lies over the ocean.
My bonnie lies over the sea.
My bonnie lies over the ocean.
Oh, bring back my--
-Why, here, Mr. Norvel.
You remember me don't you?
Captain Hawkins of the "Vulcan."
-Oh, yes.
How are you, Captain?
-Fine, thanks.
-Where's Fabian?
-Upstairs.
Room number 10.
And tell him I'm
down here, will ya?
-Well, glad have
seen you, Captain.
-Right.
-(SINGING) Oh, bring
back my bonnie to me.
-When you get down,
see if Norvel has come.
-All right, dear heart.
-Oh, here he is now.
Connie, this is Mr. Norvel.
He just arrived from Europe.
This is Miss Porter,
the proprietor here.
-Please to meet you.
-I am honored.
-See ya later,
maybe, Mr. Fabian.
And take care of that hand.
-Come in.
-Very attractive,
the proprietor.
-Don't do any talking in front
of her, but if you have to,
we're in a smuggling racket.
I had to tell her that, because
she was getting too curious.
-Oh, I see.
A-- an intimate friend, eh?
-I've known her for six years.
I helped her dodge
the English police
and I got her out
of the country.
She's all right, but I'm
not taking any chances.
Did you get that radiogram?
-Yes, I copied it and
put it back in her bag
so that Madame Delacour
shouldn't become suspicious.
But it doesn't help us at all.
Here's all it says.
"Changed orders.
Will not see you until three
days later than expected.
My love to you and Marie."
-Well, who's Marie?
-Oh, a child, about
five years old.
-Can't you get
the woman to talk?
-She's the very
essence of discretion.
-Well, it's vital that
we find out that date.
-But can't we just
make our preparations
and then wait until the
French ships are sighted?
-Oh, use your head, man.
We've got to get everything
ready for a definite time,
and then lie low.
We're being watched, and we
don't know who is watching us.
-Well, at least we
got rid of Mr. Moto.
-But who was the
man in the theater?
And here, have a look at this.
You ever seen this face before?
The beard's my own idea.
Somebody who was in
my dressing tonight
started to tear this thing
out and then stopped.
Who is it?
-Danforth.
-Of course.
-But he couldn't possibly
be a British agent.
It was he who fixes our fake
passports to get out of here.
-Those passports
were forged in Cairo
by a man called Danforth
who I've never seen.
This man's Burke.
Somehow he intercepted the
real Danforth coming up here.
-Well, what are we going to do?
-Do you recall Mr.
Burke suggesting
he'd like to know
our exact plans?
-Yes.
-Well, I'm going to show
him what it's all about.
-Ah.
-I think he'll be
interested, and very useful.
-Aha!
Well, in the meantime, I'm
going to work on a new plan
to get that date.
-See that you do.
And phone Mr. Burke Danforth
at the Marina Hotel, tonight.
-Mm.
-Be very pleasant.
Tell him I want him here just
before dawn, say, uh, 4:30.
-Whichever way I turn, I come
up against a strong wall.
I've never known so little
at this stage of a case.
-I, too, must confess to
a feeling of futility.
Mr. Fabian's methods
display a certain genius.
-We don't even know
the name of the ship
they got those papers for.
-And that ship,
perhaps, is the key.
You better go now,
Mr. Burke, we'll
meet again tomorrow afternoon.
-Where?
-I'll phone you.
What is your address?
-A small hotel
called the Marina.
[KNOCKING]
-You must not be seen here.
You'll find another
door in the back room.
[KNOCKING]
-Good evening, please?
-Oh, uh, are-- are you open?
-Closing now for hours.
But I'll reopen for
number one customer.
-Oh, dear.
That-- that sign, there,
says you speak English.
-I speaking English very fluent.
-Oh, me savvy.
Uh, me, look see in window.
Me want to buy
number one piecey.
-Oh, entering, please.
-Thank you, very much.
-Entering, please,
my humble shop.
-Oh, it's awfully nice, now.
Oh.
Oh, what wonderful antiques!
-Oh, yes.
Oh, yes.
Supreme collection.
Buddhas, all dynasties, scrolls,
all assortment, weapons, all
burglars.
Suiting you?
-No, not tonight, thanks.
Um, me see ring in window.
-Yes, sir.
-How much is?
-This one?
-No, no.
Not that one.
No.
No, the scarab ring.
-Ah so!
Gentleman having
first class knowledge.
This ring being very ancient.
Observe.
Being said to come
from tomb of Cleopatra.
-No?
-Yes, sir.
-Oh, I say.
Uh, plenty too
much money, maybe?
-Oh, no, no.
Being new customer,
I selling cheap.
60 piastres, maybe?
-Oh, I say.
That is jolly decent of you.
But I-- I really--
-Oh, no, no, no.
But making small reduction.
40 piastres suiting you?
But promising, always
handle with great care.
-Oh, yes, rather.
Well, I-- I thank you.
I'm very much obliged to you.
-Pleased, sir.
-I have to give you
a five pound note.
-Oh, yes, sir.
Bringing very grand.
Hoping to make change.
A thorough changing, please.
But being correct amount.
-What?
All is piastre three?
-Yes, sir.
-Oh, what an oversized pound.
Oh, thank you, very much.
-Pleased.
-That's not the same.
-Here he comes.
VENABLES: I shall
certainly be back tomorrow.
MOTO: Thanking you.
Thanking you.
-Thank you, very much.
Well, nighty, nighty,
Mr, uh, Kuroki.
Oh, yes.
-Hey, buddy.
-Eh?
-Your shoe is untied.
-Oh, is it really?
Well, thanks so much, old boy.
Uh, help!
This is obviously a case
of mistaken identity.
Oh, help!
Police!
Police!
This is mine.
This is mine.
Hey, I am a stranger
here, you know?
-Get on him!
Get him!
Get him!
-You be walking, please?
-Yes, I think so, thank you.
Oh, dear.
I, uh, thank you, very muchy.
Aha, they no catchy money.
-Oh, better hiding it, please.
And speak English.
I understanding.
VENABLES: Well, thank you,
very much, Mr. Kuroki,
I'm deeply grateful.
It was wonderful.
-Being very simple.
Judo often miscalled
by foreigners Jujitsu.
Oh.
You riding home in auto-bile.
-OK.
[LAUGHING]
-No, no, no.
Please, in here.
-Oh, oh. certainly.
-You staying at Kitty's Hotel?
-Uh, yes.
I am, yes.
-To Kitty's Hotel, please.
-Well, now, now, Mr. Kur--
I'll see you tomorrow.
-Yes.
Yes, sir.
But humbly suggesting
change of costume, then.
-Oh, I see what you mean.
Yes.
Uh, wear something
as if I looked
I wasn't working, probably.
-Uh, yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
-That's a jolly good scheme.
Good night Mr, uh, Kuroki.
-Thank you.
-There you are, sir.
They didn't got our passport.
-You boys missed
something, just now.
-Yeah, what?
-A nice scrap outside.
-Nothing new in this
aristocratic neighborhood.
-Oh, this was.
A little bit of a
Japanese playing ping pong
with a couple of bruisers.
-A Japanese?
-Yes, Kuroki.
The shop keeper
from over the way.
Why, there he is,
sitting right behind ya.
-Good evening, please.
-Nice work, Mr. Kuroki.
You boys better keep
civil, or Mr. Kuroki
might get rough with you.
-I knowing who you are.
-Yeah?
-Oh, yes.
-Very interesting.
-You funny, favorite.
I see you over at Dovistomy.
Talking stomach, very clever.
-So you've been
to show, have you?
-Oh, yes.
I liking everything,
but you best.
Very funny.
-Were you at the show tonight?
-Oh, yes.
Seeing show every Friday.
Being great admirer of artists.
Having drink with me, please?
-No, thanks.
Connie, I think this
dressing ought to be changed.
-OK.
I'll do it.
-Were you hurt in hand, please?
Being very sorry.
-A dog at the theater bit me.
-Oh, yes.
Seeing him in show.
Very clever dog.
-Mm, hm.
-See you later.
Good night, Mr. Kuroki.
-Good night, sir.
Good night, Miss Porter.
Having a drink with me, please?
-No.
I didn't drink with
no strangers, see?
What's more, I don't owe with
no foreigners neither, see?
-Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
I thinking gentleman
not liking me.
-Don't pay any bloom against
that bloke, here, Mr. Kuroki.
He always gets like that when
he's had a couple of beers.
-Oh, yeah.
Who is he, please?
Sailor man?
-Yes.
He's the captain of
the blooming "Vulcan."
-Thanking you, very much.
-And thank you.
-What's all this
with little Kuroki?
-Nothing, maybe.
But I've got a hunch he
might be more than he seems.
-You mean a revenue man?
-Um, something of the sort.
Now look, I'm going to
be away most of tomorrow,
and I want you to
do something for me.
-Does that mean, uh,
I'm really in with you?
-I told you, didn't I?
-Oh, perhaps I didn't
think you meant it.
-Certainly, I meant it.
Now listen, tomorrow, all
the time that I'm gone,
I want you to watch Kuroki.
-Kuroki?
[BOAT WHISTLE]
-Where are we going?
-Out to the salvage
boat, the "Vulcan."
-The "Vulcan," eh?
That must be the ship the
port clearances were for.
-Yes, I think you'll
find it very interesting.
[BOAT WHISTLE]
-Is this the car?
-Yes.
Oh, look!
Go away.
Go away.
Uh, "inkee."
Yes, yes.
Ah, look, Norvel
arranged everything.
He's gone to get the
picnic basket now.
I say, I'm dying to see
that ancient tomb he
was talking about, aren't you?
-What's a tomb, Rollo?
-Well, it's-- it's,
uh, welll, I can't--
-Monsieur Norvel told
me nothing about a tomb.
He just invited us to
a desert breakfast.
-Oh, I say, I-- I have let the
cat out of the bag, haven't I?
-What cat, Rollo.
What bag was it in?
-Oh, just a little
ti-- oh, don't, now.
-Oh, good morning.
I'm sorry I'm late.
-Say, this is gripping,
really, isn't it?
-What's gripping, Rollo?
-Well, shall we start.
-Uh, you know where
to go, driver.
-Analapun.
-Yes.
-Take this, and
show Mr. Kuroki in.
-Yes, sir.
This way, Mr. Kuroki.
-How do you do?
-It is good of you to receive
me so promptly, General.
-Not at all.
Not at all.
Please, sit down.
Well, how is that
mare's nest they
sent you to ferret out llama?
Ha, ha, ha.
-The nest is here, beyond doubt.
But, uh, I'm afraid we shall
find it to be that of a tiger.
-Oh, then you know more?
Uh, but the last time,
you were doubtful.
-Oh, yes, General.
But now I have more
than a suspicion.
-Well, what do
you want us to do?
Make some arrests, a couple of
platoons, anything you like,
you know.
-Later perhaps.
At present, I merely
wish information
concerning a vessel
named the "Vulcan."
-"Vulan."
Oh, oh, see's just a salvage
ship working on a wreck
a couple of miles off shore.
-Oh, so?
A illegitimate enterprise?
-Oh, differently.
Some sill cargo
boat when and got
herself rammed and
sunk a few weeks ago.
And, uh, the owners commissioned
the "Vulcan" to salvage her.
-May I be permitted to
investigate this ship, General?
-Oh, certainly, but if you're
barking up that tree, Mr. Moto,
you certainly will
find the mare's nest.
Ha, ha, ha, ha.
Um, I'll-- I'll
arrange for a cutter
to take you out tomorrow.
-Thank you, General.
Would you please tell me
the location of this wreck?
-Oh, cert-- certainly.
Certainly.
Her she is up here.
There she is, that little
red fellow, you see?
Lying in, uh, 15
fathoms of water on her.
MOTO: And that is where the
"Vulcan" is anchored today?
GENERAL: Yes.
-Lower away.
-Neat, isn't it?
We do enough salvage
work to satisfy the Port
Authorities, or
any investigator.
Then we get on with our
job, like the three divers
below, now.
-What amazing luck to find a
wreck just where you wanted it.
-Not luck.
The ship belonged
to our employers.
And we arranged to sink it
here, at the mouth of the canal.
-You still haven't told me what
the divers are actually doing.
-Don't tell me you can't
figure that out, Mr. Danforth.
-Planting explosives?
-At the entrance of the canal.
In a few more hours,
we'll have the whole area
mined, with depth charges
controlled from shore.
-What an idea.
Destroy the French fleet
as it starts through.
-Well, the leading
ships, at any rate.
They'll block the entrance.
You're so interested
in the work,
you ought to say it for
yourself Mr. Danforth.
Come over here.
Ever been down in a diving bell?
You'll find it
quite an experience.
It's a bit cramped for two.
-Yes, I should imagine it is.
-Well, I'm going to stand
aside and let you go alone.
Help him in.
-Just a minute.
Uh, I'd, uh, I'd
like to understand
a little more, Fabian.
-Isn't it clear to you, yet?
Anyway, there's
a phone in there.
We'll be in touch.
All right.
-Well, hurry with
them wing bolts.
So, lower away.
-Directly it's on the
bottom, connect me.
-Hello, hello, Danforth.
Are you on the bottom yet?
All right, hold on a minute.
-Hello, Danforth.
How's the view?
-Not bad at all, Fabian.
Congratulations, very
nice work, indeed.
But you'll never make France
believe England did it.
-Oh, I think I can
handle that all right.
Suppose there's evidence to show
that whole thing was managed
by a British Secret
Service agent?
How would that do?
And suppose we called
the agent S-14?
You had better hurry if
you wanted to say anything.
It's a pity we forgot to put
oxygen tanks in the bell.
-All right, Fabian.
You've got me.
But you'll never succeed.
-Thousand to one I do.
Cut that cable.
So long, Mr. Burke.
-Turn him lose.
-You're being very
certain, please,
that Mr. Danforth is not there?
Oh, so?
Please tell him, when seeing
him, that Mr. Kuroki calling.
-How do you spell
the name please?
-"Kee," like in kimono.
-Ah, oh sure!
Kuroki.
Yafman, here.
I have a message for you.
Would you like me to read it out
loud for your own information?
Yeah, uh, here is it.
"Boss has sent for me, period.
May learn enough to make
full report tonight."
End of message, mien Herr.
-Thanking you, very much.
And please being certain
to tell Mr. Danforth when
returning that Mr.
Kuroki, expecting him.
Very important, please.
[RECORD PLAYING]
-Hello, dear.
I was getting worried about you.
-I thought I told you
not to fool with Alf.
Now leave him alone.
-Oh, I didn't hurt your pet!
-Norvel called or been here?
-Hasn't called, hasn't been.
-I wonder what's keeping him?
What about Kuroki?
-This morning he went to the
Port Commandant's office.
Came out in about 15 minutes.
Then he gave me the slip, but
he's back at his shop now.
-Went to the Commandant, did he?
CONNIE: I didn't think
it was good, myself.
What's it mean?
That he is a revenue man?
-Don't you worry
your head, honey.
If you're coming to the show,
you'd better get changed.
And on your way down
send Hakim up, will you?
-Right, you are.
-I believe your laundries back.
-What, all ready?
-Yeah, they refused it.
-Oh, you're dippy.
Fabian will see you
right away in his room.
-All right.
Hey, wake up!
Hey!
-Ha, ha!
[KNOCKING]
-Come in.
Oh.
-Miss Connie says as how
you wanted to see me.
-That's right.
I've got a job for you.
-Well, anything
you say, governor.
-I want you to make one
of those packages of yours
and have it ready for tonight.
-Blimey, who we going
to do in this time?
-Mr. Kuroki.
[HORN HONKING]
NEWSREEL: Meanwhile,
in the Mediterranean,
French squadrons
proceed full speed
ahead to the gigantic
Naval maneuvers
to be held with Great
Britain in the Red Sea.
With all Europe engaged in the
quest for the armament race,
the tension grows daily.
Only a spark is
needed to touch off
the tinder box of the world.
But as long as England and
France remain close friends,
war clouds in
Europe are unlikely.
-Hello, Fabian.
Sorry I couldn't
get back any sooner.
-Did you learn the date?
-Yes.
The trick with the child worked.
When we went on that picnic
to the desert this afternoon,
I managed to get the child
away from her mother.
And she told me she
was going to see
her father tomorrow morning.
-Good.
That won't give anybody
time to stop us.
But you and I will have
to work most of the night.
-Starting when?
-As soon as I've
taken Connie home.
She's out front.
Meanwhile, I have
some news for you.
-Yes?
-The man who was listening
next door was Kuroki.
A Japanese who keeps a junk
shop opposite Connie's Place.
-Japanese, eh?
-What's more, Kuroki
is really Mr. Moto.
-He's-- but that is impossible.
-Everything fits too well.
-Have you got rid of him?
-Hakim's on the job, now.
But I want you to check on it.
-Could you tell me where Mr.
Fabian's dressing room is?
-It's the third door
down, on your left.
-Thanks.
-What did I you?
He is human, after all.
NORVEL: Don't you expect any
trouble about getting away?
FABIAN: Our mines will blow
the French flag ship to bits.
During the commotion, nobody
will notice the "Vulcan" slip
away.
Our papers are all in order,
sailing permit, everything.
Even visas for the passengers.
-Well, that's fine.
See you later.
-Right.
-Ah, good evening.
I thought I'd come
back and see you.
-Didn't you enjoy the
show, Miss Porter?
-Oh.
FABIAN: Be sure to take care
of that right away, Norvel.
Come in, Connie.
Come in.
Who told you to come back stage?
-And who told you to lie to me?
-What's the matter with you?
-So you didn't want me to know
what you were really up to.
-Now wait a minute.
-Oh, it's no use
trying to deny it.
I heard you just now.
Smuggling!
That's a fine word to use to
blow hundreds of men to bits
and start another war.
-That's enough.
-And don't think
you can get away it.
-Now listen to me.
You're in this as
deep as any of us
and you're going to
come along with me,
and not say a word to anybody!
Alf, what do you think of her?
Tells a man she's been in
love with him for six years,
and then wants to
see him hanged.
And why?
Because he's working
against a company
that wanted to send her to jail.
Hm!
And if it hadn't
been for me, she'd
be rotting right now
in Dartmoor prison.
That's gratitude
for you, isn't it?
Oh, what's the matter, darling?
Listen, you've nothing
to thank England for.
Why you can't even
go back there, ever.
Come on now, be sane.
Stick with me, him?
-Oh!
-Please, anala.
Please, anala.
Anala.
[KNOCKING]
[KNOCKING]
-Good evening, please.
[CRACKLING]
[STREET COMMOTION]
-Hey, Otto.
[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
[KNOCKING]
-Oh, I'm awfully sorry.
Ghastly clumsy of me.
-I begging pardon, please.
-Say, if it's Mr. Kuroki.
-Excusing please, but
being in great haste.
-I say, how do
you like this kit?
Those roughs wouldn't try
and pick my pockets, now, eh?
-Mr. Venables, you
are an Englishman.
You would do your country
a service, wouldn't you?
-I say, I think you're
talking differently.
You are, Mr. Kuroki, aren't you?
-There is no Kuroki.
I am Moto, agent of the
International Police.
-Oh, that's splendid.
What?
-It isn't simple, I know.
But this, Mr. Venables
may convince you.
-But I know Mr. Moto.
He was on the boat with me.
-It was a fellow agent of
mine, passing as myself
for reasons of duty.
-By Jove!
-You will assist
me, Mr. Venables?
-Oh, I say!
Why, what an adventure!
-Then go to the Port
Commandant at once
and tell him Moto needs
immediate assistance, in f
You understand?
-Yes, sir.
[KNOCKING]
-Uh, you wait for
me here, driver.
Hey, where-- w-w-- oh,
Dr. Livingston, I presume?
-No, no, no.
It's Venables.
It's Venables.
The very man I want to see.
-Well, what-- what on
earth are you doing here,
and in these clothes?
-Oh, look.
It is vitally important.
It's-- it's a matter
of life and death,
Secret Service,
king and country.
-But what is all this?
-Mr. Moto, the real one.
He's on a big job in that
warehouse, over there.
I-- I must go to
the Port Commandant
immediately and get help.
Let me go in your car, please.
-No, now, wait.
You really seem to be in the
midst of things, don't you?
-Oh, come along, now.
Hurry.
-Oh, come along, now.
Hurry.
Hurry.
-No, no, no, no.
Hurry.
-No, no, no, no.
Wait a minute.
I have a better idea.
-Yes?
-I'll send my driver with
a message for the Port
Commandant, and you and I
will go back to the warehouse.
Don't you realize, Mr.
Moto might be in danger.
-Oh, of course, that's
a brilliant scheme.
Thanks, awfully, what.
Come along.
We must hurry.
Come along.
We must hurry.
Come on.
Come on.
-All I can say,
Zachy, my lad, I hope
as how you really did get him.
-He was in the back room at
the time of the explosion.
-What we should have done,
we should have took him
aboard the "Vulcan" and dropped
him over the side, the same
as we done with the other one.
[DOOR OPENING]
-Oh, a body!
-Hawkins, where are you?
-Here, Mr. Norvel.
Anything wrong?
Blimey, who's this?
-Have you seen Mr. Moto?
Have you-- have you see--
why, I don't understand.
Uh, don't point that at me.
Oh!
-Keep quiet.
Have you heard of anything?
This fool says Moto is in here.
-What?
-Moto?
NORVEL: You bungled your job.
Go and search the place.
-Why you dirty rotten--
-He-- he's out.
-Yeah, so is the other one.
-All right, now.
Tie 'em both up in
socks and drop 'em over.
-Yes, that's what we should
have done in the first place.
Blimey, that pup, there,
give me a nasty scratch.
-All right, now.
Hurry up.
I'm going to report to Fabian.
-All right, come on, then.
Get the sacks, Hakin.
-Here they are.
-Got plenty of weights in 'em?
-Yep, They'll go
straight to the bottom.
-Good.
Oh, he's coming to.
Good.
Now let's see if you're slippery
enough to get out of this.
-Oh, your cheek is bleeding.
I'm sorry, Captain Hawkins.
-Yeah, you'll be sorry for
yourself in half a minute.
Come in, in ya go.
Oh, that scratch
wasn't, by any chance,
caused by the ring
on Mr Rollo's hand?
-Well, what if it was?
-Oh, ha, ha.
It would be amusing.
-What is all this?
I'll knock that smile off
your dial in a minute.
Come on.
What's making ya laugh?
-The justice of
the poets, Captain.
To wrap the salt,
in other words.
Your face.
-My face?
What about my face?
-Oh, poor Captain Hawkins.
I do cherish a fellow
feeling for you.
After all, we are both
rapidly nearing death.
-What?
-He's indiffering to gain time.
-Hold yer row.
What is it, now?
-Oh.
-Come on, out with it.
Out with it.
-But it is quite simple
cap Hawkins You see,
I sold that ring to Mr. Rollo.
The ring is very ancient.
And if you were to
examine it carefully,
you would find a
spring which releases
a small needle between
the eyes of the scarab.
I'm very sorry for you,
poor Captain Hawkins.
But that point was
impregnated with, uh, towak.
-What's that?
Poison?
-One of the deadliest known.
-I don't believe ya.
Undo that sack.
Let's have a deck of that ring.
[BOAT'S_WHISTLE_BLOWING]
-Blimey, there ain't
nothing in it, at all.
-Go on.
Go on.
It's all right to
talk in front of her.
She's gonna be with
me all the time.
-But the explosion
didn't kill Moto.
-What?
-He was in the warehouse.
But we've got them both.
I told Hawkins to, uh--
-Right.
But we'll make sure.
There's been too many mistakes.
Come on, Connie.
-Me?
-Yes, honey.
You're gonna be with
us on everything.
Come on.
-Try and fool me, would ya.
-What have you
been so long about?
-Well, this hoary had
to tell me some yarn
about a ring with a spike in it.
And there wasn't
no spike at all.
-Stop chattering and
get rid of these.
Now, while I'm watching.
Hurry up.
Now we can on with our work.
Connie.
-She's gone.
-Connie!
-Hello?
Hello, give me the Port
Commandant, quickly.
Quick--
-So you're trying to
double-cross me after all.
-I tried to stop you,
and I will stop you.
[GASPING]
-I don't think so.
[COUGHING]
-Well, well, uh, h--
how did we get here?
-Talk low, please.
We are supposed to be dead.
-We-- eh, uh, dead?
-Extremely dead.
They tied us in sacks and
dropped us off this wharf.
-Well, isn't the whar--
uh, how did we get here?
-I was fortunate
enough to obtain
a piece of steel, which
enabled me to cut myself loose.
And then to save you.
A little chore, of course.
Whew!
-Oh, I say, uh, thanks awfully.
-Now, Mr. Venables, listen
carefully to what I say.
-There.
Everything is ready now.
-Now, look here, Fabian.
Why must I do this?
You know I've had no experience
with this sort of thing.
-Because I'm not trusting
anyone but myself
to give the signal when the
flag ship passing the buoy.
So that leaves you.
Come on, there's nothing to it.
Give me a hand with this gear.
Take it outside.
-Don't worry, Mr. Moto.
I'll get through.
-Here they come.
Down we go.
You'll find the plunger box
out here in some wreckage.
Look for the anchor.
You can't miss it.
Now remember, don't
make the contact
until you get the
signal from me.
Three jerks on the line.
Got it?
-All right.
-Turn left, 180 degrees.
Radio fleet.
Get in back.
[SIRENS BLARING]
-Fabian!
[GUNSHOT]
VENABLES: Right along here.
Right in here.
Keep coming.
Come along.
Oh, wait!
She's got a pistol.
-What-- what is all this?
Oh, there you are, Mr. Moto.
Who is this woman?
-A very gallant lad
who saved my life.
Will you please see that
she's looked after, General?
-Certainly.
Sergeant, take this
lady inside, now.
I suppose those explosions
were part of your mare's nest?
Wasn't it?
-It was the other nest, General.
-What?
-The tiger.
Fortunately, I was
able to avert disaster.
-Well, it's vitally
important that we
should know what
county is behind this.
Vitally important.
-Oh, yes.
Rather!
It is, absolutely, sir!
What?
GENERAL: What is all
this tom-foolery?
-What the deuce?
-Wait a minute.
This may be the answer
to our questions.
Yes, indeed.
See for yourself, General.
-Well, what country is it?
Tell me the name of the country.
It will make a wonderful
ending to my last chapter.
-Don't talk, Mr. Moto.
Or you might lose your job.
GENERAL: Who said that?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
STREETLY: The two
French squadrons
are here now,
Bentham, off Tunis.
They plan to sail
direct to Port Said
and proceed through
the canal to join
our fleet for the
maneuvers on the Red Sea.
-When, exactly, will
they reach the canal?
-We had a wire from the
French admiral this morning.
It says, "Fleet arrives Port
Said 23 o'clock, 16th instant.
Complements, Delacour,
Admiral commanding.
-There's even less
time than I thought.
Isn't it possible to
delay them somehow?
-What's the matter you
Secret Service people?
Why on earth shouldn't
the French fleet proceed?
-Last week, one of
our men in Egypt
reported he was on the verge
of finding out something, which
might be in trouble
in connection
with these joint maneuvers.
-That's nonsense.
What trouble could
there be, man?
Our relations with France
are as corny as they ever
were-- more so, in fact.
-What I'm afraid
of, Lord Streetly,
is that there's some scheme on
foot to strain those relations.
-What?
That would be
disastrous, Bentham.
Disastrous!
-Exactly, sir, with this
present tension in Europe.
Can't you do something to
detain that French fleet
until we get more news?
-I'll tell you what.
I'll speak to the
Prime Minister.
Perhaps we can persuade
the French admiralty
to hold the fleet off Tunis
for the balance of this week.
We can't do more than that.
-We will accordingly remain
here until order is received.
Hand this off to Paris, and
take this message for my wife
on the steamer "Emalia,"
reaching Port Said tonight.
-A radio message for
you, Madame Delacour.
-Message?
-Mamma, is it from Father?
Is it from Father, Mamma?
-Yes.
Yes, dear.
He sends you his love.
-Uh, no bad news,
I hope, madame?
-Oh, no, Monsieur Norvel.
Merely disappointing.
-Oh, Mamma!
Aren't you gonna see
Father after all?
Aren't we, Mamma?
-Of course, we are, darling.
-The, uh, naval maneuvers
have not been called off?
-Oh, no.
Just a change of orders.
-Oh.
It must be very interesting to
receive important information
like that before anyone else.
-Ha, ha.
Admiral's wives are
always the last to hear
of anything of real importance.
-I admire your
discretion, madame.
-I say, when do we land?
I just come from
the [INAUDIBLE],
um, looking at the town.
Ooh!
What a sinister, brooding place.
-Did you get the sinister,
brooding smell of it?
-Oh, I did.
I-- I think, I've just
thought of a marvelous
heading from my third chapter.
Listen to this.
"Port Said, the glamorous
gateway to the mystic East."
-Aren't you infringing a
little bit on Mr. Halliburton?
-I never heard of him.
-You should find
plenty of material
here for your book,
Monsieur Venables.
-Am I in your book, Rollo?
I want to be in your book.
-Oh, of course,
you're in the book.
You're all in it.
Listen to this.
Just-- just a few notes.
Just listen.
"The adventure begins.
Moonlight madness, shipmates
and deck companions,
and the Oriental Sherlock.
-What's a Sherlock?
-He means Monsieur
Moto, darling.
-Oh, by the way,
where is Mr. Moto?
I'd like to say goodbye to him.
-There is no need
yet for goodbyes.
Business returns me in
Port Said for several days,
before I continue my journey.
-Where are you
staying, Mr. Moto?
-At the home of friends.
-Uh, do you, by any
chance, know a wayside inn?
You know, a place
with local color,
of whirling dervishes,
and-- and so forth?
-Where tourists find
their throats cut?
-Yes, that's exactly
what I mean, I think.
PURSER: First class
passengers will
assemble in the lounge
for passport inspection.
-Come along, Marie.
We will find Nana and
show our passports.
Say goodbye, now.
-Goodbye, then.
See you there.
Oh, now look here.
No.
No, really.
Somebody-- somebody must
have stolen my passport.
What?
-Didn't I see you press your
passport in your notebook?
-Oh, yes.
There it is.
Th-- that's very
clever, Mr. Moto.
Thank you, so much.
Well, goodbye, old boy.
-All right.
-We'll see you at the hotel?
-All right.
Goodbye.
-Mr. Norvel, this man said
he has business with you.
-Oh, the travel agent, eh?
-Hawkins is my name.
Bert Hawkins.
We made all your
arrangements, sir.
-Get my reservation
for the hotel?
-Yes, sir.
And I hope that everything
is satisfactory.
-Well, it seems to be, so far.
-Excuse me, please.
I too must go
through the formality
of passport examination.
-Have you got a match, Hawkins?
-I don't think as
how I have, sir.
-Why don't you look in
your left-hand pocket?
-Oh, yes.
Here's a packet, sir.
-That Japanese, is the man.
Have you got your instructions?
-Yes, sir.
I've got a cab waiting.
-All right.
Help me through the customs,
and we'll pick him up there.
-Very good, sir.
-Officer, my permit and
credentials, please.
-We'll wait for him outside.
-Hey.
-Well, what on earth are
you carrying all that for?
-Well, my dear
chap, it's curious
how you want to carry that kid.
-I'm so very sorry.
-I regret, it was
entirely my fault.
[SPEAKING JAPANESE]
[FAKE COUGH]
-Find me a conveyance, please.
-Here he comes.
-Now!
-Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
Are you all right, Mr. Moto?
-Yes, please.
My own fault.
-No harm done.
Uh, won't you let
me give you a lift?
I'll be glad to drive you
any place you want to go.
-You're most kind, Mr. Norvel,
but I must not trouble you.
-Oh, nonsense,
nonsense, nonsense.
No trouble at all.
I'm going to the Khedive Hotel.
You might just as
well drive with us.
Come on, Mr. Moto.
Come on, jump in, Mr. Moto.
Adam.
-This is not the Khedive Hotel.
-No, but it's where you get out.
Come on.
-You had better do
what he says, Mr. Moto.
-Please, I don't understand.
-Come on.
Get moving.
-What do you want with me?
-Never you mind.
None of your monkey tricks.
Inside.
Well, that's the
end of Mr. Moto.
-What are you calling
your book, Mr. Venables?
-Roughing it With
a Rolling Stone,
or A Peep Into the Interior.
-Good.
-Hi, Norvel!
-Oh, good evening, good evening.
I see you're all settled
and comfortable, eh?
-Yes, but Marie was tired out.
Her nurse has put her to bed.
Won't you sit down?
-Oh, thank you.
-You know, I was just
saying to Madame Delacour,
we should see the town.
You know, the real Port Said.
Not this stuff the tourists see.
-That's an excellent idea.
But you must be very careful,
he's a venturesome soul,
you know.
-Oh, now, now, now.
Uh, you're pulling my leg.
-Oh, you know I
wouldn't do that.
-Uh, this Thursday,
why don't you join us?
-I'm sorry, but I have
a business appointment.
And anyway, I'm not a
desperate foe, like you.
I'm nervous.
-Uh, Mr. Eric Norvel?
-Yes.
-I have a message for you.
Very urgent, by hand.
-Oh, thank you.
Uh, excuse, please.
There's no answer.
Well, that's excellent, my
appointment has been cancelled.
-Ah.
-Oh, good.
-Now I can come with
you, Marco Polo.
-Marco--
-Shall we show this
fire-eater the real Port Said?
Or shall I take you to
the local musical hall?
-Alfred, don't lie to me.
I saw you dabbling
about in the gutter.
What were you doing?
-Looking for a novelty
for my lady friend.
[LAUGHTER]
-Well, don't you think it's
time you married the girl?
-Blimey, no.
It gives me the creeps
to see her once a week.
[LAUGHTER]
-Alfred, you shouldn't
belittle matrimony.
Married men live longer
than single ones.
-Oh, ho.
It only seems longer.
[LAUGHTER]
FABIAN: I think that you
had better go into you song.
-All right.
I'll sing a song, if you
drink a glass of water
and smoke a cigarette
with your left hand.
-Very well.
What are you going to sing?
-"Knocked 'em in
the Old Kent Road."
-Oh, no you're not.
You're going to sing
something classical.
Opera.
-What?
-Carry on.
Music, Professor.
-You carry on.
Light your cigarette.
What's the matter?
Can't you find a lynch?
Ha, ha.
Look in my left-hand
pocket, ya fool.
Heh, heh.
Bet you don't know how
to make a Maltese cross.
FABIAN: Well, how would you
make a Maltese cross, young man?
-By pulling his tail.
-Music, Professor.
(SINGING) I've no right to
live beside the seaside.
I've no right to
live beside the sea.
I've no right to stroll upon
the prom-- prom-- prom, where
the brass man is playing
tiddly hum pum pum.
So just let me be
beside the seaside.
I'll be beside myself with glee.
And there's lots
of girls beside,
I should like to be
beside, beside the seaside
beside the sea.
-Thank you, ladies and
gentlemen, for the way
you've received our
little offering.
-Shut up, Fabian.
-We do our best
to entertain you.
-Hurry up, ya big dummy.
I got friends coming back here.
This is intermission.
Get off, ya big ham.
[LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE]
-Will you excuse me for a smoke?
-Well, certainly.
-Hello, Markaday--
he's marvelous.
Well, he, uh, juggles
things, you know?
STAGEHAND: Get that
surrey over here.
Please.
You, you, come on,
give me the cart.
Give me the cart.
Come on.
Come on.
Everybody's coming.
Come on.
We'll do this lot.
Why, come on.
Come on, come on.
You see, everybody
in the jungle.
There is music here, regularly.
That's the one.
It can't go on.
I've got to go on, myself.
-Not doing this, mister.
Always the same story, night
after night after night!
And then to catch
you in the alley.
Your fur foreman suffers.
Oh, shame!
Come on, the show must go on!
[FAINT VOICES]
MAN: Phase one, now the project.
[FAINT VOICES]
MAN: I have his passport.
[FAINT VOICES]
FABIAN: I'm sorry for
using melodramatic tricks
to get you men up here, but
then we can't be too careful.
Norvel, here, arrived
tonight on the Amalia.
And by a strange
coincidence, Mr. Moto
of the International
Police was also aboard.
MAN: Norvel?
-Norvel warned me by cablegram,
and I arranged for Mr. Moto
to be taken care of.
I only mention this
to show you there's
always a possibility
of our being watched.
And never forget,
there must be nothing
to show what government
is employing us.
The slightest
mistake means death.
Now, Norvel, did
you learn the date?
-Not yet.
But that Delacour woman had
a radiogram from her husband
tonight.
Looks as if the fleets
arrival has been postponed.
-Hm.
That's either very
good or very bad.
Gives us more time, but
it might mean suspicion.
Nevertheless, we'll
go through it.
Nothing must stop us, nothing.
-It's a good job Mr.
Moto is out of the way.
He was dangerous.
-Yes.
I'm just about to cancel him.
-What have you got there?
-A little collection of
my own that's taken me
a long time to compile.
This the reverse of what
police call a Rose Gallery.
NORVEL: Oh, a
detective's gallery, huh?
FABIAN: Detective,
Secret Service men,
police of all nationalities.
-Can I have a look?
-There he is.
NORVEL: Huh?
Huh!.
Huh!
-Well, so much for Mr. Moto.
-That's really a
magnificent idea.
May I?
-Surely.
-How much remains
to be done, Fabian?
-A day's work, Norvel.
You and I will
complete the project.
NORVEL: It is near
completion then?
Oh that is good.
I had no idea you would be
so far advanced by this time.
FABIAN: Have you taken
care of your end, Danforth?
-I have fixed the
passport and entered
to enter into any
Aegean or Asiatic port,
but it's been a drawback
not knowing our exact plans.
-You'll know in plenty of time.
Now all of you go back and
watch the rest of the show.
Norvel, we must know
what's in that radiogram.
-I'll get it for you tonight.
Don't worry.
-Good.
Report in later
at Connie's place.
[STOOL SQUEAKING]
-Quiet!
What was that?
-I didn't hear anything.
-Neither did I.
-I'm afraid you're overly
suspicious, Mr. Fabian.
-Perhaps.
I don't trust anyone.
Not even Alfred.
I'll walk back with you
as far as the pass door.
[CLUNKING]
-Wait a minute.
Aren't you late,
Monsieur Markaday?
You'd better hurry.
-Oh, oui.
[THEATER APPLAUSE]
-Wait a minute.
Look!
-Shh.
-Search all the dressing
rooms, right away.
He's back stage, somewhere.
Hakin, watch the stage door.
We'll search all
the dressing rooms.
Mine first.
-There's no one here.
I'll take this floor, you
go up to the next level.
-All right.
-I shouldn't do that, if
I were you, Mr. Burke.
It isn't worthy of
your excellent position
with the British Secret Service.
-Who are you?
-I'm your friend.
You are in a more dangerous
position than I am.
-But who are you?
-Don't give yourself away
by removing your photograph.
Continue to search
for me, I'm Moto.
Meet me at 42 Shagan
tonight, directly
opposite Connie's place.
Watch out!
-Any trace of him?
-No.
Let's go and find Fabian.
[THEATER APPLAUSE]
-There's no sign of him in
any of the dressing rooms.
-Never mind.
You had better get back
to Madame Delacour.
-All right.
-What?
Are you crazy?
What is the meaning
of this betray?
-What's the trouble here?
-My Berry, she's very bad girl.
She did not another
whole performance then
comes right in here.
I come following her, and
these boys, he assassinate me.
-I'm terribly sorry.
I can explain everything.
Now just a minute.
Somebody robbed
my dressing room,
and I saw Monsieur Markaday
sneaking around here
and I jumped on him.
[WHIP CRACKING]
[THEATER APPLAUSE]
-He must gone
through this window.
-I will have a search man.
And you, please, sir,
keep your mutt [INAUDIBLE]
between performance.
-Well, that's one
thing, at any rate.
Whoever he was, he couldn't have
heard much listening in there.
-He listened, and
that's too much.
That's all, Danforth.
I'll phone you when I need you.
-Yes, sir.
-Say, Alfred, don't think
this gentleman bears
a strange resemblance
to Mr. Danforth?
-Now do you know me, Chankina?
-Ain't she?
Where's Miss Connie?
-I don't know, Mr. Fabian.
-Go find her for me.
-Go find her yourself.
What's the matter, got a
complaint about something?
-Have you got any iodine?
-Oh, been speaking out
of turn, again, huh?
OK.
I'll get some iodine and
bring it up to your room.
Hey, Bill.
[WHISTLE]
-Hello, darling.
Oh!
Let's have a look.
-Oh, it's nothing.
I just wanted to tell you I'm
expecting a visitor tonight,
a man called Norvel.
-All right.
But what did you
do to that hand?
-A dog at the theater nipped me.
-Uh-huh, I don't want
you to go foaming
at the mouth around here.
Come on, and give us that nip.
-Why don't you let bloke alone?
Take more than a dob
bite to hurt him.
-Oh, be as funny as you
like, but in the filthy town
it might be serious.
-A wolf hound once bit Alfred
and all he got was splinters.
-I'm getting a bit
fed up on your jokes.
-Don't listen to her, Alfred.
-It was funny at first, but
now it's getting part a laugh.
Why you-- you actually
treat that dummy
as-- as though it
were a human being.
-Oh, getting in shouting, eh?
-Oh, I'm sick of Alfred.
To tell you the truth, I'm sick
of the whole dirty business
you're in, whatever it is.
Why can't we be together more?
Why all this hide-and-seek?
Why do I have to
run a dive like this
and pretend I hardly know you?
-Wait a minute.
-I've always done
what you told me to,
without asking questions,
but now I've got to know.
Why do you pretend to be a
third-rate music hall turn?
What's your real game?
Why don't you let me in
on it, so I can help you?
-You've said enough now.
Be quiet.
-Sorry, I didn't
mean to go flying off
the handle like that.
I guess it's 'cause
I love you so much.
-Hm.
So you want to know
about my business, huh?
-Mm, hm.
-All right.
Take a seat in the office.
Because you're so curious, I'm
going to tell you everything.
-Wait a minute.
-Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
-OK, hold that hand
still and-- now talk.
[MAN SINGING IN
FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
-Anyone here?
-Yes, Mr. Burke.
I'm sorry to welcome
you so inhospitably,
but darkness is
necessary if we are
to observe the
movements of the enemy.
Please, sit down.
-You really are Moto, then?
-That is my one
permanent characteristic.
-But I thought Moto was dead.
Fabian doesn't
usually make mistakes.
-He made a grave
mistake tonight when
he murdered a
countryman of mine.
And he will regret it.
-Was this man deliberately
posing as you?
-He was my collar.
Keeping Mr. Norvel
under observation.
Incidentally, he diverted
suspicion from itself.
You see at present An Kuroki,
dealer in oriental art.
And I'm in Port Said
now for quite some time.
-How did you know me?
-You were, I believe, in
Atbah, about two years ago,
posing there as
a British priest.
-But I thought only our Secret
Service knew about that?
-You may remember that
extremely dirty mule driver
who accompanied
you to the border?
-What that--
-Oh, yes.
-Moto, I'm beginning
to believe all
the stories I've
heard about you.
-Please, do not.
I do not.
But should we not return
to our present assignment?
I'm interested in the
extent of your information.
-It isn't nearly enough.
Fabian doesn't confide in
his men, he merely uses them.
-But you sent a report
to London only last week.
-It was more
warning than report.
All I was able to tell
them was that there's
a plot to cause trouble
between England and France,
which has some connection with
the visit of the French fleet.
-That undoubtedly explains
they're postponed arrival.
-But they can't hold
them long unless we
discover Fabian's exact plans.
-Observe, Mr.
Norvel is arriving.
-Come back later.
[BAR HALL MERRIMENT]
-(SINGING) Bring
back, bring back,
bring back my bonnie to me.
My bonnie lies over the ocean.
My bonnie lies over the sea.
My bonnie lies over the ocean.
Oh, bring back my--
-Why, here, Mr. Norvel.
You remember me don't you?
Captain Hawkins of the "Vulcan."
-Oh, yes.
How are you, Captain?
-Fine, thanks.
-Where's Fabian?
-Upstairs.
Room number 10.
And tell him I'm
down here, will ya?
-Well, glad have
seen you, Captain.
-Right.
-(SINGING) Oh, bring
back my bonnie to me.
-When you get down,
see if Norvel has come.
-All right, dear heart.
-Oh, here he is now.
Connie, this is Mr. Norvel.
He just arrived from Europe.
This is Miss Porter,
the proprietor here.
-Please to meet you.
-I am honored.
-See ya later,
maybe, Mr. Fabian.
And take care of that hand.
-Come in.
-Very attractive,
the proprietor.
-Don't do any talking in front
of her, but if you have to,
we're in a smuggling racket.
I had to tell her that, because
she was getting too curious.
-Oh, I see.
A-- an intimate friend, eh?
-I've known her for six years.
I helped her dodge
the English police
and I got her out
of the country.
She's all right, but I'm
not taking any chances.
Did you get that radiogram?
-Yes, I copied it and
put it back in her bag
so that Madame Delacour
shouldn't become suspicious.
But it doesn't help us at all.
Here's all it says.
"Changed orders.
Will not see you until three
days later than expected.
My love to you and Marie."
-Well, who's Marie?
-Oh, a child, about
five years old.
-Can't you get
the woman to talk?
-She's the very
essence of discretion.
-Well, it's vital that
we find out that date.
-But can't we just
make our preparations
and then wait until the
French ships are sighted?
-Oh, use your head, man.
We've got to get everything
ready for a definite time,
and then lie low.
We're being watched, and we
don't know who is watching us.
-Well, at least we
got rid of Mr. Moto.
-But who was the
man in the theater?
And here, have a look at this.
You ever seen this face before?
The beard's my own idea.
Somebody who was in
my dressing tonight
started to tear this thing
out and then stopped.
Who is it?
-Danforth.
-Of course.
-But he couldn't possibly
be a British agent.
It was he who fixes our fake
passports to get out of here.
-Those passports
were forged in Cairo
by a man called Danforth
who I've never seen.
This man's Burke.
Somehow he intercepted the
real Danforth coming up here.
-Well, what are we going to do?
-Do you recall Mr.
Burke suggesting
he'd like to know
our exact plans?
-Yes.
-Well, I'm going to show
him what it's all about.
-Ah.
-I think he'll be
interested, and very useful.
-Aha!
Well, in the meantime, I'm
going to work on a new plan
to get that date.
-See that you do.
And phone Mr. Burke Danforth
at the Marina Hotel, tonight.
-Mm.
-Be very pleasant.
Tell him I want him here just
before dawn, say, uh, 4:30.
-Whichever way I turn, I come
up against a strong wall.
I've never known so little
at this stage of a case.
-I, too, must confess to
a feeling of futility.
Mr. Fabian's methods
display a certain genius.
-We don't even know
the name of the ship
they got those papers for.
-And that ship,
perhaps, is the key.
You better go now,
Mr. Burke, we'll
meet again tomorrow afternoon.
-Where?
-I'll phone you.
What is your address?
-A small hotel
called the Marina.
[KNOCKING]
-You must not be seen here.
You'll find another
door in the back room.
[KNOCKING]
-Good evening, please?
-Oh, uh, are-- are you open?
-Closing now for hours.
But I'll reopen for
number one customer.
-Oh, dear.
That-- that sign, there,
says you speak English.
-I speaking English very fluent.
-Oh, me savvy.
Uh, me, look see in window.
Me want to buy
number one piecey.
-Oh, entering, please.
-Thank you, very much.
-Entering, please,
my humble shop.
-Oh, it's awfully nice, now.
Oh.
Oh, what wonderful antiques!
-Oh, yes.
Oh, yes.
Supreme collection.
Buddhas, all dynasties, scrolls,
all assortment, weapons, all
burglars.
Suiting you?
-No, not tonight, thanks.
Um, me see ring in window.
-Yes, sir.
-How much is?
-This one?
-No, no.
Not that one.
No.
No, the scarab ring.
-Ah so!
Gentleman having
first class knowledge.
This ring being very ancient.
Observe.
Being said to come
from tomb of Cleopatra.
-No?
-Yes, sir.
-Oh, I say.
Uh, plenty too
much money, maybe?
-Oh, no, no.
Being new customer,
I selling cheap.
60 piastres, maybe?
-Oh, I say.
That is jolly decent of you.
But I-- I really--
-Oh, no, no, no.
But making small reduction.
40 piastres suiting you?
But promising, always
handle with great care.
-Oh, yes, rather.
Well, I-- I thank you.
I'm very much obliged to you.
-Pleased, sir.
-I have to give you
a five pound note.
-Oh, yes, sir.
Bringing very grand.
Hoping to make change.
A thorough changing, please.
But being correct amount.
-What?
All is piastre three?
-Yes, sir.
-Oh, what an oversized pound.
Oh, thank you, very much.
-Pleased.
-That's not the same.
-Here he comes.
VENABLES: I shall
certainly be back tomorrow.
MOTO: Thanking you.
Thanking you.
-Thank you, very much.
Well, nighty, nighty,
Mr, uh, Kuroki.
Oh, yes.
-Hey, buddy.
-Eh?
-Your shoe is untied.
-Oh, is it really?
Well, thanks so much, old boy.
Uh, help!
This is obviously a case
of mistaken identity.
Oh, help!
Police!
Police!
This is mine.
This is mine.
Hey, I am a stranger
here, you know?
-Get on him!
Get him!
Get him!
-You be walking, please?
-Yes, I think so, thank you.
Oh, dear.
I, uh, thank you, very muchy.
Aha, they no catchy money.
-Oh, better hiding it, please.
And speak English.
I understanding.
VENABLES: Well, thank you,
very much, Mr. Kuroki,
I'm deeply grateful.
It was wonderful.
-Being very simple.
Judo often miscalled
by foreigners Jujitsu.
Oh.
You riding home in auto-bile.
-OK.
[LAUGHING]
-No, no, no.
Please, in here.
-Oh, oh. certainly.
-You staying at Kitty's Hotel?
-Uh, yes.
I am, yes.
-To Kitty's Hotel, please.
-Well, now, now, Mr. Kur--
I'll see you tomorrow.
-Yes.
Yes, sir.
But humbly suggesting
change of costume, then.
-Oh, I see what you mean.
Yes.
Uh, wear something
as if I looked
I wasn't working, probably.
-Uh, yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
-That's a jolly good scheme.
Good night Mr, uh, Kuroki.
-Thank you.
-There you are, sir.
They didn't got our passport.
-You boys missed
something, just now.
-Yeah, what?
-A nice scrap outside.
-Nothing new in this
aristocratic neighborhood.
-Oh, this was.
A little bit of a
Japanese playing ping pong
with a couple of bruisers.
-A Japanese?
-Yes, Kuroki.
The shop keeper
from over the way.
Why, there he is,
sitting right behind ya.
-Good evening, please.
-Nice work, Mr. Kuroki.
You boys better keep
civil, or Mr. Kuroki
might get rough with you.
-I knowing who you are.
-Yeah?
-Oh, yes.
-Very interesting.
-You funny, favorite.
I see you over at Dovistomy.
Talking stomach, very clever.
-So you've been
to show, have you?
-Oh, yes.
I liking everything,
but you best.
Very funny.
-Were you at the show tonight?
-Oh, yes.
Seeing show every Friday.
Being great admirer of artists.
Having drink with me, please?
-No, thanks.
Connie, I think this
dressing ought to be changed.
-OK.
I'll do it.
-Were you hurt in hand, please?
Being very sorry.
-A dog at the theater bit me.
-Oh, yes.
Seeing him in show.
Very clever dog.
-Mm, hm.
-See you later.
Good night, Mr. Kuroki.
-Good night, sir.
Good night, Miss Porter.
Having a drink with me, please?
-No.
I didn't drink with
no strangers, see?
What's more, I don't owe with
no foreigners neither, see?
-Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
I thinking gentleman
not liking me.
-Don't pay any bloom against
that bloke, here, Mr. Kuroki.
He always gets like that when
he's had a couple of beers.
-Oh, yeah.
Who is he, please?
Sailor man?
-Yes.
He's the captain of
the blooming "Vulcan."
-Thanking you, very much.
-And thank you.
-What's all this
with little Kuroki?
-Nothing, maybe.
But I've got a hunch he
might be more than he seems.
-You mean a revenue man?
-Um, something of the sort.
Now look, I'm going to
be away most of tomorrow,
and I want you to
do something for me.
-Does that mean, uh,
I'm really in with you?
-I told you, didn't I?
-Oh, perhaps I didn't
think you meant it.
-Certainly, I meant it.
Now listen, tomorrow, all
the time that I'm gone,
I want you to watch Kuroki.
-Kuroki?
[BOAT WHISTLE]
-Where are we going?
-Out to the salvage
boat, the "Vulcan."
-The "Vulcan," eh?
That must be the ship the
port clearances were for.
-Yes, I think you'll
find it very interesting.
[BOAT WHISTLE]
-Is this the car?
-Yes.
Oh, look!
Go away.
Go away.
Uh, "inkee."
Yes, yes.
Ah, look, Norvel
arranged everything.
He's gone to get the
picnic basket now.
I say, I'm dying to see
that ancient tomb he
was talking about, aren't you?
-What's a tomb, Rollo?
-Well, it's-- it's,
uh, welll, I can't--
-Monsieur Norvel told
me nothing about a tomb.
He just invited us to
a desert breakfast.
-Oh, I say, I-- I have let the
cat out of the bag, haven't I?
-What cat, Rollo.
What bag was it in?
-Oh, just a little
ti-- oh, don't, now.
-Oh, good morning.
I'm sorry I'm late.
-Say, this is gripping,
really, isn't it?
-What's gripping, Rollo?
-Well, shall we start.
-Uh, you know where
to go, driver.
-Analapun.
-Yes.
-Take this, and
show Mr. Kuroki in.
-Yes, sir.
This way, Mr. Kuroki.
-How do you do?
-It is good of you to receive
me so promptly, General.
-Not at all.
Not at all.
Please, sit down.
Well, how is that
mare's nest they
sent you to ferret out llama?
Ha, ha, ha.
-The nest is here, beyond doubt.
But, uh, I'm afraid we shall
find it to be that of a tiger.
-Oh, then you know more?
Uh, but the last time,
you were doubtful.
-Oh, yes, General.
But now I have more
than a suspicion.
-Well, what do
you want us to do?
Make some arrests, a couple of
platoons, anything you like,
you know.
-Later perhaps.
At present, I merely
wish information
concerning a vessel
named the "Vulcan."
-"Vulan."
Oh, oh, see's just a salvage
ship working on a wreck
a couple of miles off shore.
-Oh, so?
A illegitimate enterprise?
-Oh, differently.
Some sill cargo
boat when and got
herself rammed and
sunk a few weeks ago.
And, uh, the owners commissioned
the "Vulcan" to salvage her.
-May I be permitted to
investigate this ship, General?
-Oh, certainly, but if you're
barking up that tree, Mr. Moto,
you certainly will
find the mare's nest.
Ha, ha, ha, ha.
Um, I'll-- I'll
arrange for a cutter
to take you out tomorrow.
-Thank you, General.
Would you please tell me
the location of this wreck?
-Oh, cert-- certainly.
Certainly.
Her she is up here.
There she is, that little
red fellow, you see?
Lying in, uh, 15
fathoms of water on her.
MOTO: And that is where the
"Vulcan" is anchored today?
GENERAL: Yes.
-Lower away.
-Neat, isn't it?
We do enough salvage
work to satisfy the Port
Authorities, or
any investigator.
Then we get on with our
job, like the three divers
below, now.
-What amazing luck to find a
wreck just where you wanted it.
-Not luck.
The ship belonged
to our employers.
And we arranged to sink it
here, at the mouth of the canal.
-You still haven't told me what
the divers are actually doing.
-Don't tell me you can't
figure that out, Mr. Danforth.
-Planting explosives?
-At the entrance of the canal.
In a few more hours,
we'll have the whole area
mined, with depth charges
controlled from shore.
-What an idea.
Destroy the French fleet
as it starts through.
-Well, the leading
ships, at any rate.
They'll block the entrance.
You're so interested
in the work,
you ought to say it for
yourself Mr. Danforth.
Come over here.
Ever been down in a diving bell?
You'll find it
quite an experience.
It's a bit cramped for two.
-Yes, I should imagine it is.
-Well, I'm going to stand
aside and let you go alone.
Help him in.
-Just a minute.
Uh, I'd, uh, I'd
like to understand
a little more, Fabian.
-Isn't it clear to you, yet?
Anyway, there's
a phone in there.
We'll be in touch.
All right.
-Well, hurry with
them wing bolts.
So, lower away.
-Directly it's on the
bottom, connect me.
-Hello, hello, Danforth.
Are you on the bottom yet?
All right, hold on a minute.
-Hello, Danforth.
How's the view?
-Not bad at all, Fabian.
Congratulations, very
nice work, indeed.
But you'll never make France
believe England did it.
-Oh, I think I can
handle that all right.
Suppose there's evidence to show
that whole thing was managed
by a British Secret
Service agent?
How would that do?
And suppose we called
the agent S-14?
You had better hurry if
you wanted to say anything.
It's a pity we forgot to put
oxygen tanks in the bell.
-All right, Fabian.
You've got me.
But you'll never succeed.
-Thousand to one I do.
Cut that cable.
So long, Mr. Burke.
-Turn him lose.
-You're being very
certain, please,
that Mr. Danforth is not there?
Oh, so?
Please tell him, when seeing
him, that Mr. Kuroki calling.
-How do you spell
the name please?
-"Kee," like in kimono.
-Ah, oh sure!
Kuroki.
Yafman, here.
I have a message for you.
Would you like me to read it out
loud for your own information?
Yeah, uh, here is it.
"Boss has sent for me, period.
May learn enough to make
full report tonight."
End of message, mien Herr.
-Thanking you, very much.
And please being certain
to tell Mr. Danforth when
returning that Mr.
Kuroki, expecting him.
Very important, please.
[RECORD PLAYING]
-Hello, dear.
I was getting worried about you.
-I thought I told you
not to fool with Alf.
Now leave him alone.
-Oh, I didn't hurt your pet!
-Norvel called or been here?
-Hasn't called, hasn't been.
-I wonder what's keeping him?
What about Kuroki?
-This morning he went to the
Port Commandant's office.
Came out in about 15 minutes.
Then he gave me the slip, but
he's back at his shop now.
-Went to the Commandant, did he?
CONNIE: I didn't think
it was good, myself.
What's it mean?
That he is a revenue man?
-Don't you worry
your head, honey.
If you're coming to the show,
you'd better get changed.
And on your way down
send Hakim up, will you?
-Right, you are.
-I believe your laundries back.
-What, all ready?
-Yeah, they refused it.
-Oh, you're dippy.
Fabian will see you
right away in his room.
-All right.
Hey, wake up!
Hey!
-Ha, ha!
[KNOCKING]
-Come in.
Oh.
-Miss Connie says as how
you wanted to see me.
-That's right.
I've got a job for you.
-Well, anything
you say, governor.
-I want you to make one
of those packages of yours
and have it ready for tonight.
-Blimey, who we going
to do in this time?
-Mr. Kuroki.
[HORN HONKING]
NEWSREEL: Meanwhile,
in the Mediterranean,
French squadrons
proceed full speed
ahead to the gigantic
Naval maneuvers
to be held with Great
Britain in the Red Sea.
With all Europe engaged in the
quest for the armament race,
the tension grows daily.
Only a spark is
needed to touch off
the tinder box of the world.
But as long as England and
France remain close friends,
war clouds in
Europe are unlikely.
-Hello, Fabian.
Sorry I couldn't
get back any sooner.
-Did you learn the date?
-Yes.
The trick with the child worked.
When we went on that picnic
to the desert this afternoon,
I managed to get the child
away from her mother.
And she told me she
was going to see
her father tomorrow morning.
-Good.
That won't give anybody
time to stop us.
But you and I will have
to work most of the night.
-Starting when?
-As soon as I've
taken Connie home.
She's out front.
Meanwhile, I have
some news for you.
-Yes?
-The man who was listening
next door was Kuroki.
A Japanese who keeps a junk
shop opposite Connie's Place.
-Japanese, eh?
-What's more, Kuroki
is really Mr. Moto.
-He's-- but that is impossible.
-Everything fits too well.
-Have you got rid of him?
-Hakim's on the job, now.
But I want you to check on it.
-Could you tell me where Mr.
Fabian's dressing room is?
-It's the third door
down, on your left.
-Thanks.
-What did I you?
He is human, after all.
NORVEL: Don't you expect any
trouble about getting away?
FABIAN: Our mines will blow
the French flag ship to bits.
During the commotion, nobody
will notice the "Vulcan" slip
away.
Our papers are all in order,
sailing permit, everything.
Even visas for the passengers.
-Well, that's fine.
See you later.
-Right.
-Ah, good evening.
I thought I'd come
back and see you.
-Didn't you enjoy the
show, Miss Porter?
-Oh.
FABIAN: Be sure to take care
of that right away, Norvel.
Come in, Connie.
Come in.
Who told you to come back stage?
-And who told you to lie to me?
-What's the matter with you?
-So you didn't want me to know
what you were really up to.
-Now wait a minute.
-Oh, it's no use
trying to deny it.
I heard you just now.
Smuggling!
That's a fine word to use to
blow hundreds of men to bits
and start another war.
-That's enough.
-And don't think
you can get away it.
-Now listen to me.
You're in this as
deep as any of us
and you're going to
come along with me,
and not say a word to anybody!
Alf, what do you think of her?
Tells a man she's been in
love with him for six years,
and then wants to
see him hanged.
And why?
Because he's working
against a company
that wanted to send her to jail.
Hm!
And if it hadn't
been for me, she'd
be rotting right now
in Dartmoor prison.
That's gratitude
for you, isn't it?
Oh, what's the matter, darling?
Listen, you've nothing
to thank England for.
Why you can't even
go back there, ever.
Come on now, be sane.
Stick with me, him?
-Oh!
-Please, anala.
Please, anala.
Anala.
[KNOCKING]
[KNOCKING]
-Good evening, please.
[CRACKLING]
[STREET COMMOTION]
-Hey, Otto.
[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
[KNOCKING]
-Oh, I'm awfully sorry.
Ghastly clumsy of me.
-I begging pardon, please.
-Say, if it's Mr. Kuroki.
-Excusing please, but
being in great haste.
-I say, how do
you like this kit?
Those roughs wouldn't try
and pick my pockets, now, eh?
-Mr. Venables, you
are an Englishman.
You would do your country
a service, wouldn't you?
-I say, I think you're
talking differently.
You are, Mr. Kuroki, aren't you?
-There is no Kuroki.
I am Moto, agent of the
International Police.
-Oh, that's splendid.
What?
-It isn't simple, I know.
But this, Mr. Venables
may convince you.
-But I know Mr. Moto.
He was on the boat with me.
-It was a fellow agent of
mine, passing as myself
for reasons of duty.
-By Jove!
-You will assist
me, Mr. Venables?
-Oh, I say!
Why, what an adventure!
-Then go to the Port
Commandant at once
and tell him Moto needs
immediate assistance, in f
You understand?
-Yes, sir.
[KNOCKING]
-Uh, you wait for
me here, driver.
Hey, where-- w-w-- oh,
Dr. Livingston, I presume?
-No, no, no.
It's Venables.
It's Venables.
The very man I want to see.
-Well, what-- what on
earth are you doing here,
and in these clothes?
-Oh, look.
It is vitally important.
It's-- it's a matter
of life and death,
Secret Service,
king and country.
-But what is all this?
-Mr. Moto, the real one.
He's on a big job in that
warehouse, over there.
I-- I must go to
the Port Commandant
immediately and get help.
Let me go in your car, please.
-No, now, wait.
You really seem to be in the
midst of things, don't you?
-Oh, come along, now.
Hurry.
-Oh, come along, now.
Hurry.
Hurry.
-No, no, no, no.
Hurry.
-No, no, no, no.
Wait a minute.
I have a better idea.
-Yes?
-I'll send my driver with
a message for the Port
Commandant, and you and I
will go back to the warehouse.
Don't you realize, Mr.
Moto might be in danger.
-Oh, of course, that's
a brilliant scheme.
Thanks, awfully, what.
Come along.
We must hurry.
Come along.
We must hurry.
Come on.
Come on.
-All I can say,
Zachy, my lad, I hope
as how you really did get him.
-He was in the back room at
the time of the explosion.
-What we should have done,
we should have took him
aboard the "Vulcan" and dropped
him over the side, the same
as we done with the other one.
[DOOR OPENING]
-Oh, a body!
-Hawkins, where are you?
-Here, Mr. Norvel.
Anything wrong?
Blimey, who's this?
-Have you seen Mr. Moto?
Have you-- have you see--
why, I don't understand.
Uh, don't point that at me.
Oh!
-Keep quiet.
Have you heard of anything?
This fool says Moto is in here.
-What?
-Moto?
NORVEL: You bungled your job.
Go and search the place.
-Why you dirty rotten--
-He-- he's out.
-Yeah, so is the other one.
-All right, now.
Tie 'em both up in
socks and drop 'em over.
-Yes, that's what we should
have done in the first place.
Blimey, that pup, there,
give me a nasty scratch.
-All right, now.
Hurry up.
I'm going to report to Fabian.
-All right, come on, then.
Get the sacks, Hakin.
-Here they are.
-Got plenty of weights in 'em?
-Yep, They'll go
straight to the bottom.
-Good.
Oh, he's coming to.
Good.
Now let's see if you're slippery
enough to get out of this.
-Oh, your cheek is bleeding.
I'm sorry, Captain Hawkins.
-Yeah, you'll be sorry for
yourself in half a minute.
Come in, in ya go.
Oh, that scratch
wasn't, by any chance,
caused by the ring
on Mr Rollo's hand?
-Well, what if it was?
-Oh, ha, ha.
It would be amusing.
-What is all this?
I'll knock that smile off
your dial in a minute.
Come on.
What's making ya laugh?
-The justice of
the poets, Captain.
To wrap the salt,
in other words.
Your face.
-My face?
What about my face?
-Oh, poor Captain Hawkins.
I do cherish a fellow
feeling for you.
After all, we are both
rapidly nearing death.
-What?
-He's indiffering to gain time.
-Hold yer row.
What is it, now?
-Oh.
-Come on, out with it.
Out with it.
-But it is quite simple
cap Hawkins You see,
I sold that ring to Mr. Rollo.
The ring is very ancient.
And if you were to
examine it carefully,
you would find a
spring which releases
a small needle between
the eyes of the scarab.
I'm very sorry for you,
poor Captain Hawkins.
But that point was
impregnated with, uh, towak.
-What's that?
Poison?
-One of the deadliest known.
-I don't believe ya.
Undo that sack.
Let's have a deck of that ring.
[BOAT'S_WHISTLE_BLOWING]
-Blimey, there ain't
nothing in it, at all.
-Go on.
Go on.
It's all right to
talk in front of her.
She's gonna be with
me all the time.
-But the explosion
didn't kill Moto.
-What?
-He was in the warehouse.
But we've got them both.
I told Hawkins to, uh--
-Right.
But we'll make sure.
There's been too many mistakes.
Come on, Connie.
-Me?
-Yes, honey.
You're gonna be with
us on everything.
Come on.
-Try and fool me, would ya.
-What have you
been so long about?
-Well, this hoary had
to tell me some yarn
about a ring with a spike in it.
And there wasn't
no spike at all.
-Stop chattering and
get rid of these.
Now, while I'm watching.
Hurry up.
Now we can on with our work.
Connie.
-She's gone.
-Connie!
-Hello?
Hello, give me the Port
Commandant, quickly.
Quick--
-So you're trying to
double-cross me after all.
-I tried to stop you,
and I will stop you.
[GASPING]
-I don't think so.
[COUGHING]
-Well, well, uh, h--
how did we get here?
-Talk low, please.
We are supposed to be dead.
-We-- eh, uh, dead?
-Extremely dead.
They tied us in sacks and
dropped us off this wharf.
-Well, isn't the whar--
uh, how did we get here?
-I was fortunate
enough to obtain
a piece of steel, which
enabled me to cut myself loose.
And then to save you.
A little chore, of course.
Whew!
-Oh, I say, uh, thanks awfully.
-Now, Mr. Venables, listen
carefully to what I say.
-There.
Everything is ready now.
-Now, look here, Fabian.
Why must I do this?
You know I've had no experience
with this sort of thing.
-Because I'm not trusting
anyone but myself
to give the signal when the
flag ship passing the buoy.
So that leaves you.
Come on, there's nothing to it.
Give me a hand with this gear.
Take it outside.
-Don't worry, Mr. Moto.
I'll get through.
-Here they come.
Down we go.
You'll find the plunger box
out here in some wreckage.
Look for the anchor.
You can't miss it.
Now remember, don't
make the contact
until you get the
signal from me.
Three jerks on the line.
Got it?
-All right.
-Turn left, 180 degrees.
Radio fleet.
Get in back.
[SIRENS BLARING]
-Fabian!
[GUNSHOT]
VENABLES: Right along here.
Right in here.
Keep coming.
Come along.
Oh, wait!
She's got a pistol.
-What-- what is all this?
Oh, there you are, Mr. Moto.
Who is this woman?
-A very gallant lad
who saved my life.
Will you please see that
she's looked after, General?
-Certainly.
Sergeant, take this
lady inside, now.
I suppose those explosions
were part of your mare's nest?
Wasn't it?
-It was the other nest, General.
-What?
-The tiger.
Fortunately, I was
able to avert disaster.
-Well, it's vitally
important that we
should know what
county is behind this.
Vitally important.
-Oh, yes.
Rather!
It is, absolutely, sir!
What?
GENERAL: What is all
this tom-foolery?
-What the deuce?
-Wait a minute.
This may be the answer
to our questions.
Yes, indeed.
See for yourself, General.
-Well, what country is it?
Tell me the name of the country.
It will make a wonderful
ending to my last chapter.
-Don't talk, Mr. Moto.
Or you might lose your job.
GENERAL: Who said that?
[MUSIC PLAYING]