Charlie Chan at Treasure Island

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~~[Orchestra:
"San Francisco"]

[Thunderclap]

- [Woman] Dirty Dora again.

- I had it last time.

- Care to join us, Mr. Chan?

- No, thanks. I... gotta walk.

Ah, taking a little

stroll? That's the spirit.

Please, l-I'd like my parachute now.

Why, these planes are

perfectly safe, Mr. Chan.

And besides, San Francisco

reports clear weather ahead.

- How far ahead?

- Oh, a few hours.

- A few hours?

- [Thunderclap]

You're not worried, are you, Mr. Chan?

Oh, no. No.

Most statistics prove that you're safer

in a modern plane than in your own bathtub.

l- I'd rather be taking a bath.

- Tell me, how old

are you? - Twenty-one.

- Twenty-one, eh? - If

I reach my next birthday.

Well, according to my insurance figures...

you can expect 45.16 more years of life-

barring, of course, a fatal accident.

Oh-

[Thunderclap]

Hi, Jimmy. Gimme a hand, will ya?

I'm on the last chapter of this yarn.

What would a fella do- a fella like

you- if faced with certain death?

Oh. Pop!

Pop, before it's too late, I think

there's something you ought to know.

Number two son resemble criminal

about to make confession.

I don't know whether I've

told you yet or not...

but I think you're the

swellest pop a fella ever had.

Humble parent thanks unsettled weather for

expression of love from favorite offspring.

Oh, but I mean it, Pop. Honest.

Then do not let fair skies

tomorrow change restless mind.

Oh, I won't. I'll get right on

the train and go back to school.

Appreciate decision. One scholar in

family better than two detectives.

Well, Charlie, this'll make a

lot of people's hair stand on end.

Don't tell my readers, but the

real mystery in this whodunit...

is how I ever finished it.

Only diligent workman can

survive Hawaiian hospitality.

Yeah, what a vacation. Stella was right.

This trip blew the cobwebs out of my head.

There's one wife in a million, Charlie.

Correction, please. Also have

excellent wife in same million.

Wife? After giving you 13

kids, she's an institution.

Sorry, Mr. Gregory. I don't

want my manuscript mixed up.

You can buy a copy after publication.

It'll cost you two dollars.

I go to a lending library.

- Friend?

- Pest.

Says he's an insurance actuary.

Had the bungalow next to mine at Waikiki.

And when he wasn't annoying me, he

was shooting little birds with a.22.

Strange for man who gambles on life

for business to cause death for pastime.

- Oh, can't anybody talk about anything but death?

- Don't worry, Jimmy. It'll soon be over.

- Radiogram for you, Mr. Essex.

- Thanks.

Oh, Pop, l-I feel silly.

Most usual.

Unhappy news sometimes

corrects self next day.

What month is Scorpio?

Scorpio? Um, October-

Tomorrow is first day of scorpion

symbol in Chinese calendar.

You believe in astrology?

No.

No, this is something else.

Paul, could old friend help relieve distress?

No, thanks, Charlie.

I've gotta send a radio.

Well, I hope that isn't bad news.

- Hope what is not bad news?

- That radiogram he just got.

How did you know Mr. Essex receive message?

Oh, the steward brought it to me by mistake.

- Why, Pop,

he's a- - Please.

- This is the only way to travel.

- Imagine- San Francisco already.

- There's the World's Fair, Treasure Island.

- [Man] Where we're gonna land.

[Woman] Oh, it looks like a big wedding cake.

- [Woman #2] What's that big tower out there?

- [Jimmy] The Chinese Pagoda.

- [Man] No, that's the Tower of the Sun.

- It is the Chinese Pagoda.

- The smaller one's the Tower of

the Sun. - [Woman] Oh, I see that-

Gee, Pop, I hope Mr. Essex

isn't missing any of this.

[Chuckles] Don't miss the view, Mr. Gregory.

- It's the Fair.

- I'll wait and see the one in New York.

You would. I'll take California.

Hey, Mr. Essex, come over on this side...

and maybe you can see your wife from here.

Hey, Mr. Essex, wake up.

Paul. Paul?

Pop! Hey, Pop, something's wrong.

Paul.

- He must be sick.

- Take your seats, please. We're landing.

Your seats, please. Something wrong?

- Is he... dead?

- [Steward] Must have been his heart.

- [Man] What's the trouble?

- Go back to your seats, please. We're about to land.

- Please be seated.

- [Woman] I don't know what happened.

L- Look, Pop. The radiogram was on the floor.

"Sign of Scorpio indicates disaster...

"if zodiac obligations ignored.

Unsigned. "

"Zodiac"? Isn't that the chart

astrologers use to tell fortunes?

And Scorpio, I believe, is the

unfortunate symbol of death.

Not correct, but thank you.

All luggage to be inspected at Customs.

All luggage to be inspected at Customs.

All luggage to be inspected at Customs.

- Say, Pop, have you seen Paul's briefcase?

- No.

- [Woman] Too bad about Mr. Essex.

- It was here a minute ago.

Where's Gregory?

Perhaps will find same

holding briefcase in Customs.

Why, I'll take care of him.

Say, Pop, l- I just

thought- Paul's wife-

If she's there to meet him,

what are you gonna tell her?

Only that which comes from heart.

- [All Chattering]

- [Man] Hi, Ed!

- I don't see Paul yet. - Paul

wouldn't be in the line yet-

- Oh, there's Charlie over

there. Mr. Chan! - Who? Oh, uh-

Oh, Mr. Chan!

- I'd better go back to Customs and try to find Gregory, Pop.

- Mmm.

Hello, Charlie. It's grand to

see you again. Where's Paul?

Oh, uh, you don't know my uncle, Mr. Redley.

- I've heard a lot about you, Mr. Chan.

- Thank you.

Stella, wish tongue could

find words to tell you-

What's keeping Paul? Oh, you've no idea

how I've missed him this past month.

Impossible to miss someone

who will always be in heart.

Why, everybody's gone. I don't see him.

- Where is he,

Charlie? - Stella-

Is that someone from the plane?

Most unhappy accident.

Something's happened to Paul.

Strength of heart not equal to homecoming.

Paul's dead?

Oh, no! Oh, Paul!

I knew there was something

wrong. His strange radiogram-

It came last night. We

couldn't understand it.

"Can't escape zodiac.

Good-bye, my love. Paul."

May see, please?

We don't know what he

meant by that word "zodiac."

Paul certainly didn't believe in astrology.

Think best you take Mrs. Essex

home now. Will join you there.

Oh, uh, did he finish the manuscript?

There's a check waiting

for it from his publisher.

Please, what is your interest in same?

Why, I handled his business affairs.

- Better to consider Mrs. Essex at this time.

- Yes.

- Cab, sir?

- Uh, thank you. May reserve one, please?

- [Whistle Blows]

- Number eight up!

- Get in.

- Uh, must wait for son.

- That's all right, sir. You can wait in the cab.

- Oh.

Excuse, please. Have no wish

to intrude. Wanted private cab.

Never mind what you wanted. Stay put.

And don't try anything funny.

Something very funny in being

taken prisoner in broad daylight...

in city renowned for hospitality.

You're gonna get plenty of hospitality.

Hope hospitality will have same generous

size as shoes of brother policemen.

- [Both Laugh]

- Hey, why'd you go for the rib, huh?

We couldn't put anything

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