Charlie Chan in Rio Page #2

No, you'll have to

get used to this from now on.

- Who are the flowers from?

- Paul Wagner.

- There's a note on the other side.

- Who's Paul Wagner?

Oh. Just one of my feverish fans.

I've never even seen him.

Telephone him, Helen, and say that

I can't see him tonight or any time.

Clarke, when you marry Lola, you're going

to make my life a whole lot simpler.

- Where's Lili?

- Home, to help the servants get ready for the party.

What party?

Oh, good heavens! Of course.

Where's that new suit I got atJeannot's?

- Hanging right behind the screen.

- I'd better hurry. Excuse me.

Lola, on your way home, don't forget

to stop at the Continental Hotel.

- Why?

- Where is your mind tonight?

After all the trouble I went to

to get you an appointment with Marana...

you've completely forgotten about it.

- Oh, good heavens. Of course.

- Marana? Who's he?

He's an Indian mystic.

Very expensive.

Since when have you gone in

for fortune tellers?

He isn't a fortune teller. He's, uh...

You tell him, Helen.

Marana calls himself a psychic.

- Sounds spooky.

- You don't go to Marana for a reading.

He calls it a psychog...

A psychognosis.

That's what makes it so expensive.

Seriously, honey. You're not going to

see this Marana person, are you?

He'll only take a few minutes. You won't

mind waiting in the car for me, will you?

Wait in the car? Not on your life.

If you go, I'm going with you.

I should say not.

That's just like letting you read my diary.

Oh, no. My skeletons in the closet

are my skeletons.

How do I look?

- Beautiful.

- Hurry up now.

I'll straighten up a few things here

and see you at home later on.

- All right, Helen. Good night.

- Good night.

See you later.

I'll only be a minute, darling.

He tells you I love you, he's a faker.

#L-I-I-I-I I like you very much

#L-I-I-I-I I like you very much

#I-I-I-I-I

I think you're grand

- Good evening, Miss Dean.

- Good evening.

- Won't you come in?

- Thank you.

#My heart starts to beat

to beat the band

#I-I-I-I I like you to hold me tight

I was just listening

to your latest recording.

I hadn't heard it myself.

- Not bad.

- I should say not.

I've heard you sing many times at the casino.

You have a lovely voice.

- Thank you.

- Won't you sit down?

# Oh, I like your lips

Please take off your hat. You'll be much

more comfortable during the psychognosis.

I've made some fresh coffee.

Will you have some? It's delicious.

- Yes, please.

- Interesting, isn't it?

Yes, very.

I value it highly,

not only because of its artistic merit...

because it's associated with

my early days in the Orient.

But that's another story.

Isn't it amazing, the amount of stimulation

we feel we need in our daily lives?

Coffee, cigarettes.

Everyone but my fianc.

He doesn't indulge in either.

I can understand his abstinence.

Being near you,

he doesn't lack stimulation.

That's a very pretty compliment.

- Your coffee.

- Oh, thank you.

And now let's go

from the sublime to the infinite.

Let's peep around the corner of infinity

and see what we can see.

Answer my questions, please.

What is your real name?

Lola Wagner.

How long have you lived in Rio?

Over a year.

- Where did you come from?

- New York.

How long were you in New York?

About six months.

- Where did you live before that?

- Honolulu.

Why did you leave there?

- I ran away.

- Why?

L... I killed a man.

What was his name?

Manuel Cardozo.

He came to Honolulu on a business trip.

Why did you kill him?

I was madly in love with him.

- Didn't you know he was married?

- Yes.

I wanted him to divorce his wife

and marry me.

He refused, and I killed him.

What happened?

Don't be alarmed, Miss Dean.

- I must have fainted.

- No, You were in a semi-comatose state.

I induced it with a cigarette

and the coffee.

You see, in order to give my patients

a proper psychognosis...

I must free them from any impediment

of expression or conscious inhibitions.

This combination

accomplishes that admirably.

- But you had coffee and a cigarette too.

- Yes, the coffee was the same.

The cigarette wasn't.

I don't know whether

to be frightened or... or angry.

Neither, please.

Frankly, I wouldn't have come here alone

if I'd known that this...

Considering... Considering

what you've just revealed...

that would be most unfortunate.

What did I say?

- I must be perfectly frank with you, Miss Dean.

- Yes, please. Tell me.

You spoke of having killed a man

in Honolulu... Mr. Manuel Cardozo.

I couldn't have.

I've never been to Honolulu.

You needn't defend yourself to me.

I'm not a policeman.

Besides, I treat anything I learn

as highly confidential.

Excuse me.

- Yes?

- Is Miss Dean here?

- Certainly. Won't you come in?

- Oh, Clarke!

- This is...

- Your fianc, Mr. Denton.

- Why, yes. How did you know?

- Oh, Mr. Marana is simply marvelous.

You must come to him

for a reading sometime.

- I didn't mean to interrupt.

- On the contrary, I'm glad you came.

Miss Dean is perfectly captivating.

Don't be disturbed.

If you have a few minutes tomorrow,

drop in, and we'll have a talk.

- Thank you.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Thank you, Peter.

- Yes, sir.

Paul Wagner isn't the only one

who can dish out orchids.

Aren't you the jealous one?

Thank you, darling.

Mr. And Mrs. Clarke B. Denton.

Sounds good, doesn't it?

Aren't you listening?

Clarke.

Let's elope tonight.

Why, Lola, are you joking?

- We could catch the 4:00 plane.

- Yes, but, honey...

Oh, darling, it'll be far more exciting

to be married in the States.

- Please?

- Well, all right.

You are an angel.

I'll tell you what...

you drop me off at my house...

then hurry home and pack

and come back and get me.

Say, listen. What about your friends

we invited to the party?

They can see us off at the airport.

- Very well, dear.

- Oh!

- I'm terribly late, Lili. Have any of the guests arrived?

- No, Miss Lola.

- Good. Is Miss Helen home?

- Not yet.

- When she comes in, send her to my room.

- Yes, ma'am.

- I won't be needing you, Lili, so go help Margo in the kitchen.

- All right.

Good evening, madam. I should like

to offer my congratulations.

- Thank you, Rice.

- Is there anything you wish, madam?

- Oh, yes. Bring me my airplane luggage.

- Very good, madam.

What happened after that?

Miss Lola turned to Mr. Denton

and said...

"Helen and Lili go with the deal.

Don't they, Clarke?"

- And what did Monsieur Clarke say?

- He bowed and smiled.

Oh, Margo. He's so handsome.

It must be heavenly to be in love.

Oh, stop mooning like a sick calf.

- Didn't Miss Lola mention me?

- No, she didn't.

I suppose I'll be fired.

I should have known better than to

go into service with a maiden lady.

I'm pretty sure Mademoiselle Lola

won't forget us.

She's been mighty nice to both of us.

Nice to us?

Yes, until something goes wrong.

Then I'd rather tangle with a jungle cat.

Mademoiselle Lola is an actress.

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