Charlie Chan in Rio Page #3

She has temperament.

In my opinion, Madam Lola is...

Lili. Open the door.

Rice. Don't you think

you'd better stop drinking?

I'll thank you

to mind your own business.

As yet, I'm still in charge here.

Good evening, Mr. Reynolds.

Good evening,

my little lotus blossom.

- Has Mrs. Reynolds arrived?

- No, she hasn't.

- Hi, Helen.

- Hello, Ken.

- What's the matter? Did you lose your wife?

- Looks like I'm stag tonight.

- Do you mind if I attach myself to you?

- Love it.

- Rummy.

- What, again? Sixty-seven points.

- That's 160 you owe me.

- Hi, Bill. Hi, Grace.

- Hello, Larry.

- Meet my new girlfriend.

- You oughta see what mine's doing to me.

- Where's the happy couple?

Lola will be in soon,

and Clarke hasn't arrived yet.

It's customary for the hostess to be present

at her parties. We've been here over an hour.

- Perhaps we're not welcome.

- Oh, don't be silly. Lola's a little upset.

We had a disagreement. I thought Lola

too impetuous, and... Oh, but you don't know.

- They're eloping tonight.

- What?

- Yes, taking the 4:00 plane to the States.

- When did they decide that?

- I don't...

- Miss Helen.

Yes?

Excuse me.

Some guests we weren't expecting.

- The police department.

- Joan!

Don't worry, Ken.

They're here to see Lola.

I'm Helen Ashby, Miss Dean's secretary.

Senhor Souto, Delegado of Police.

- This is Lieutenant Chan of Honolulu.

- How do you do?

And I'm Jimmy Chan of Honolulu,

Pop's assistant.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

- Is there anything I can do?

- Yes...

I'm so sorry, but we must see

Miss Dean personally.

Lili.

Lili, see if Miss Dean is finished dressing.

- Won't you come in?

- Thank you. Wait here.

Miss Helen! Miss Helen!

- What is it?

- Miss Lola.

Oh! She's dead.

Stabbed.

Senhor Souto, with your permission,

like to investigate.

By all means. I will telephone for

the coroner and fingerprint experts.

Thank you.

Suggest you rest for few minutes.

Examination may take long time.

- Please.

- Thank you.

- Hey, Pop.

- Yes?

I've got a theory. It's suicide.

Startling deduction. Explain, please.

She got hep that we were closing in on her,

and rather than face it, she stabbed herself.

- In the back?

- Well, I-I didn't see the knife.

- I assumed that she was lying on it.

- Assumption incorrect.

Well, then the knife is missing.

Conclusion about murder weapon

must wait for coroner.

- The coroner will be here shortly.

- Pop, look at all these clues.

A crushed corsage, a platinum brooch,

a man's handkerchief...

with the initial "W" on it.

And a broken wristwatch.

I have another theory, Pop.

It's a clear case of robbery.

- Why?

- The hands of the watch stopped exactly at 12:15.

And that's when she was knocked off.

But Miss Dean didn't get in until 12:30.

I let her in.

- Oh, that blows my theory sky high.

- I'm sorry.

Have no regret. I'm proud pretty, young

countrywoman possess alert mind.

- Thank you, sir.

- Observe, please.

Murderer set hands of watch backward...

but fail to return stem

to proper position.

Evidently the murderer

will use this as an alibi...

- by proving he or she was away from here at 12:15.

- Precisely.

It also occurs to me, Senhor Chan...

that these clues make an interesting grouping,

as if they were carefully placed there.

- Don't you agree?

- Most thoughtful observation.

Clues arranged carefully

to throw police off right trail.

That makes the murderer a professional.

I don't believe that's necessarily

the logical conclusion, Jimmy.

The murderer may or may not

be a professional.

But one thing is sure. He, or she,

is extremely cool-headed, cold-blooded...

And very stupid.

But why stupid, Pop?

It's got me puzzled.

That prove my point very well.

Do you wish to begin the preliminary

questioning of the servants?

Would prefer to wait

for full report from coroner.

I am quite sure robbery

is not the motivation.

Still, while we are waiting, we might as well

eliminate it as a possibility, eh?

Agree. Uh, please.

Would like to ask question

of Miss Ashby.

- Certainly.

- Thank you.

Excuse, please.

Miss Dean possess fine jewels?

- Yes.

- Are familiar where she keep them?

In her wall safe over here.

- Shall I open it for you? I know the combination.

- Please.

Use handkerchief.

Thank you.

Jewels are gone. Must have...

See? I told you it was robbery.

And here's what happened.

The murderer came here to rob the joint.

He wore the handkerchief across his face.

Here. Tie this, will you?

He waited for Miss Dean to come home.

He waited for Miss Dean to come home,

then he forced her to open the safe.

And while he was reaching for thejewels,

Miss Dean tried to get away.

He grabbed her. They struggled

like this, and this, and this!

She fought back.

Fight back, will ya?

Ow!

He lost his handkerchief.

The corsage was ripped off.

The watch was smashed!

In the excitement to get away,

he forgot to pick up the handkerchief.

Look for a guy whose name begins

with a "W," and that's your man!

No good, Pop?

Why murderer stop to take jewels from box?

Why not take whole box?

And why surprised victim not scream?

And why killer forget

to take handkerchief...

and not forget to take murder weapon?

- Aw, Pop. You're too technical.

- Please.

Thank you. Senhor Chan,

while we're waiting for the coroner...

I would like to investigate

the other rooms.

So please. Come.

- Miss Lili, why you kill Miss Dean?

- But, Pop!

But I didn't kill Miss Dean.

I only saw her when she came in.

I was helping Margo, the cook.

Please, Mr. Chan.

- Miss Lola has been so very kind to me.

- Sorry to disturb.

Accusation save asking many questions.

Gee, Pop. My heart

stopped beating for a moment.

Devoted parent no longer interfere

with blooming affair of heart.

- Oh, Pop.

- What is honorable family name, please?

- Wong.

- Oh. Most satisfactory.

Come.

- This is the sitting room.

- Hey, Pop.

I'll have a look around the house.

Just a matter of routine.

- Understand.

- Will you show me around, please?

Yes. This way.

Some guests were waiting for Miss Dean.

They should be informed of tragedy.

No, not that one.

This one over here.

- Think so?

- Sure, goof.

- You fools!

- What's the matter?

Lola. She's been murdered.

- Murdered?

- How awful!

The investigation will proceed as soon

as the coroner has completed his examination.

Regret necessity

of asking you to remain here.

Miss Ashby,

may speak with you in private?

- Certainly. We can go in the dining room.

- Senhor?

No. I must ask these gentlemen

and this lady a few questions.

You, senhor. Your name, please.

As well as I can remember, that's all

that happened this evening, Mr. Chan.

- You speak with Mr. Wagner on phone yourself?

- Yes.

He seem upset when you convey

Miss Dean's message?

- Rather bitter.

- What he say?

I can't remember his exact words...

but he said something about being

a very persistent man and hung up.

You say she went to see Mr. Marana,

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