Charlie Chan in Honolulu Page #4

So sorry. Must request

no one attempt to board or leave ship.

Now just a minute.

My company can't afford to have a shipload of

freight tied up just because some fool was shot.

You take these people ashore

and solve your mystery.

- I'm clearing out of this port tomorrow.

- Contradiction please.

After case cleared,

ship do likewise.

- You can count on me for any help you need, Charlie.

- Thank you.

- Have officers posted on all gangways.

- Okay, Pop.

Please take me to cabin.

Get outta here.

Now remember. Stop anyone who tries to

come aboard and make sure nobody gets off.

Say, what's the matter with you?

Those are Pop's orders, not mine.

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir.

- What's the idea, holdin' up work?

- Orders are orders.

Just move it.

- Is it connected now?

- Yes, sir.

Just a moment, Mrs. Wayne.

You can't go ashore.

I've got to get ashore.

I have a very important call to make.

- I'm sorry.

- We've just had a telephone line connected to the ship.

You'll find it in

the captain's quarters.

Oh, Mr. Randolph.

- You men go ahead. I'll be right with you.

- Yes, sir.

- I've got to get ashore.

- You'll have to speak to Mr. Chan.

- He gave the orders.

- Yes, I know all about that. But you can fix it for me.

Now, I'm afraid you're wrong,

Mrs. Wayne.

I can't interfere with the police,

and I wouldn't if I could.

Just a moment.

Perhaps I can change your mind for you.

I saw you give a gun toJudy Hayes

just before the murder.

You can't prove that.

No, maybe not.

But it'll be very interesting to try.

- Now will you help me get ashore?

- No!

Trunk bears no evidence

of forced opening. Lock is intact.

Miss Hayes,

you are certain money was in trunk?

Yes, and it was locked, and I had the keys

with me. Say, you don't suspect me?

You had reason for not returning

same to captain's custody?

Well, I suppose I should have, but after

the murder, I thought it would be safer here.

After all, I'm responsible for it.

Oh, Mr. Chan, you must find it!

Also imperative for own reputation

to do same.

Come in.

Well, here I am, Charlie.

Got McCoy all tucked away

for the night, and I'm at your service.

So happy.

So this is the trunk

they lifted the dough out of, eh?

Find any fingerprints?

Many, but all smudged.

Oh. How about her?

You think she's on the up-and-up?

Look here, Mr. Arnold.

I've met your kind before. You're not-

I'll bet you have. You wouldn't be the first

dame in the world to fall for heavy sugar.

If you don't need me, I'll go on deck.

Have already been most helpful.

Thank you so much.

Attaboy. Just a little further now.

There we are.

Now there's the gangplank.

Now, just turn to the right. That a boy.

That's the stuff.

Just keep on goin', Oscar.

Hey, not so fast.

Where do you think you're goin'?

Stand aside, boys.

Oscar needs fresh air and-

Exercise.

Oscar?

Hey, nobody goes ashore,

Hogan, and that includes you.

Listen, Oscar's gotta have a lit-

Aah!

Here, puss, puss, puss, puss.

Here, puss, puss, puss, puss.

Here, puss.

Here, puss, puss.

Here, puss, puss, puss.

Oscar!

Come on. Come down!

Will you come down?

Come on, you son of a gun!

Oscar, will you come down out of there?

Oh, okay. Okay.

Hey, what's the idea?

Stop that girl! Stop that girl!

Say, what's going on?

Get a move on.

Attaboy.

Really, gentlemen,

you'll find nothing more illegal here...

than the two bars of soap

I purloined from a Shanghai hotel.

Did we ask you?

- Must search all rooms.

- What's in this thing?

- Let that alone!

- What are you so worried about, Doc?

Don't move it!

You'll ruin everything.

- Oh, yeah?

- I'll open it.

If your clumsy snooping

has disrupted my apparatus, I'll-

No, it's all right.

It's still alive.

What's alive?

A human brain.

Excuse please.

You say brain now alive?

Yes. After years of work,

I alone have achieved the impossible.

It has lived in

that liquid for six months.

Whose brain please?

That of Chang Ho Ping,

the famous Chinese murderer.

You see, I experiment only

with the criminal brain.

I have some beautiful

specimens at home.

You mean to say you got more of'em?

That you live with them things?

Hey, how did you get

a living brain?

That, my dear sir,

is a secret...

which will be fully revealed

in the book I am now writing-

a work that will revolutionize

the entire present treatment of criminals.

The surgeon's knife rather than

a prison cell is my solution of crime.

Someday, I shall build

a magnifiicent laboratory...

and call it the Crime Clinic,

and then-

Excuse please.

Much money required...

to make such dream become reality.

- I have already obtained all I need.

- So happy.

- Let's get out of here.

- Thank you so much.

Oh, pardon me.

Your friend, Mr. McCoy-

What sentence is he returning to?

A hundred and 10 years,

countin' time off for good behavior.

Oh, what a pity.

I'd hoped for an execution.

That's too bad.

Good night, gentlemen.

Hey, you gonna let this guy run around

loose? Let's lock him up with McCoy.

Most inadvisable

for Mr. McCoy's sake.

- Good night.

- Yeah.

- Well, what's next, Charlie?

- Interview Mr. McCoy.

McCoy? Say, you ain't

suspicious of him, are ya?

Nah. That's a cold lead, Charlie.

Why, he even bunks with me.

Making bedfellow of serpent

no guarantee against snakebite.

Huh?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

- Hello.

- How do you do?

Say, Doc, do you mind

lookin' me over?

I think I cracked my head open,

what with one thing and another.

A pleasure.

- Take a seat, won't you?

- Thank you, sir.

- You say you're having trouble with your head?

- Yes, Doc.

Everything seems to be

goin' dark all the time.

Not exactly a criminal formation.

- Oh, no, no.

- More the subnormal.

Uh, yes, that's what I thought.

How old are you?

I make it 37.

Yes, just as I thought.

A rare case of arrested development.

Say, Doc...

that won't c-c-curl my hair, will it?

No, it's quite harmless.

Just relax.

M- M-Maybe-

Maybe there ain't nothing

the matter with me at all.

Maybe all I need is a- a drink.

I'm afraid I have nothing here

but pure alcohol...

in which I prepare my brains.

You and me both, Doc.

W- W-W-W-What's that?

Oh.

Come here, and I'll show you.

That's my brain.

I can't understand it.

I locked him in just like always.

He must have slid out that porthole.

Contradiction please.

Porthole locked on inside.

Yeah. Wait'll I get

my hands on that stir-bug.

I'll teach him he can't

pull a sneak-out on me.

Wait.

Trying to take a powder on me, eh?

I was upstairs gettin' a little fresh air.

It's kind of stuffy in here.

Please explain possession of door key.

Why, uh, I lifted it

out of Arnold's pocket.

Oh, no, you didn't.

Double-crossing me

after the way I've treated ya!

Sorry, Charlie. They don't often get away

from me. Now, where did you get that key?

Pop! Pop!

Gee, Pop, I've been

lookin' all over for you.

- Judy Hayes is gone.

- You mean escaped?

Yeah. I was keepin' watch

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