Charlie Chan in Rio Page #4

the mystic?

- Yes.

- You also know him?

I saw him once last week,

professionally, of course.

- Why you say "professionally"?

- Well...

You afraid I might draw

wrong conclusion?

Well, he isn't entirely unattractive.

Pardon me. The coroner

has finished his examination.

- Would you excuse us, please, Miss Ashby?

- Yes, certainly.

- Miss Ashby been most helpful.

- So?

Uh, Mr. Chan...

You suspect her?

Long experience teach,

until murderer found...

suspect everybody...

even you, Senhor Souto.

Well, if you are so much suspicious...

Clarke Denton, Miss Dean's fianc,

has just arrived.

They were to elope tonight, you know.

Miss Ashby tell me all about him.

What was coroner's report?

Uh, Miss Dean was stabbed through the back

by a very thin instrument.

The angle at which the instrument

entered the victim's body...

indicates she was bending over

at the time... packing perhaps.

Also, it indicates that she was not aware

of the murderer's presence in the room.

Or if aware, she not consider

person in room unfriendly.

- Yes, that's a possibility.

- And, uh, fingerprints?

No, very few, and all carefully smudged.

But I expected that after seeing how

the clues were properly arranged for us.

Evidently not all clues arranged.

Precisely. Still, we've got to

eliminate those obvious ones.

Yes. Agree.

Meanwhile, suggest you send

policeman for two gentlemen:

Mr. Wagner

and Mr. Marana, the psychic.

Bring them here.

Both men live at Continental Hotel.

Sounds very promising.

- As number two son would say, "Case in bag. It's cinch. "

- Yes.

The case is in the bag.

It's a cinch.

What makes you so certain, Mr. Chan?

Let's make it, uh, Jimmy and Lili, huh?

Okay, Jimmy.

Um, as I was saying,

from what you tell me...

there are enough suspects

to take care of a massacre.

- Well, I don't know much about these things.

- You're young. Stick around me.

- I'll educate you.

- Would ya, Jimmy?

Sure. Uh, say.

Maybe you could do something for me.

- What?

- Can you dance the samba?

- Yes. Why?

- Will you teach me?

Now? Here?

Sure. We can go out in the garden.

We can't dance without music.

Here.

I'll hum it for ya.

- Well, let's try it.

- All right.

Hey! Hey there!

How do you get out

of this place anyway?

- Help me out of this jungle, will you?

- This isn't a jungle.

- Oh, it isn't? Where's Lola Dean live?

- This is her home.

Well, why didn't you say so?

Say, you're cute. Who are you anyhow?

- I'm Jimmy Chan.

- He and his father, Charlie Chan, are famous detectives.

- Did you say detectives?

- A murder's been committed here.

- That's what I've been wanting to... What?

- Miss Dean has been killed.

- Are you on the level?

- Yes, ma'am.

Somebody beat me to it, huh?

Wouldn't be hard to guess who either.

- You know who did it?

- Yeah, and I know why too.

- You'd better tell my father about that.

- What's he got to do with it?

- He's handling the case.

- And Jimmy's his assistant.

Well, I'll be a maraschino cherry.

- A Chinese flatfoot from Brazil.

- From Honolulu.

Hey, wait a minute.

Did you say Honolulu?

Yes, ma'am.

Whoo. Am I woozy.

How did I get here?

- You're all right.

- Yeah, I'm all right. I start out in Rio and I end up in Honolulu.

- Say, come in, will you?

- Yeah, but I don't need anybody to help me. You go ahead and go.

Waikiki, here I come. Yippee.

I resent being treated as a criminal.

Remember, Mr. Chan, I'm an American citizen.

I'm proud to say, so am I.

We should get on splendidly together.

Hey, Pop!

- Joanie.

- Ken.

- Are you in Honolulu too?

- Honolulu?

Don't be mad at me, Kenny boy.

I'm so glad you found me.

It's been so horrible the last few days.

Now, Joanie, take it easy.

Take it easy.

- You're all in Honolulu.

- What's all this Honolulu business, Joan?

Hey, you!

- You killed Lola.

- You're insane.

Oh, I am, am I?

Where's your father?

- This is Lieutenant Chan, Joan.

- Have met before.

Tonight at Casino Carioca

I pick up your purse.

You did? Thanks.

Here's your man, Lieutenant.

Five will get you 10,

if you put her under a hot light...

- and give her the third degree, she'll talk.

- Why, you...

You seem most familiar with

certain American police methods.

Why shouldn't I be?

I was married to a cop once.

That was before I met my Kenny boy.

Now, Joanie, come and sit down.

Come and sit down.

Hey, Pop.

Excuse, please, Mrs. Reynolds.

Number two son inform me you say...

- Oh, a stool pigeon, eh?

- Joan! Go on, Mr. Chan.

You say you wish kill Miss Dean yourself,

but somebody beat you to it.

Yeah. She did.

If she hadn't, I'd have filled Lola full of lead

myself. That's what I came here for.

It wouldn't take much encouragement

to let her have it instead!

This has gone far enough. I insist upon

being permitted to speak to the ambassador.

I'm very sorry, Miss Ellis, but until

Lieutenant Chan has completed his questioning...

nobody will be permitted

to leave this room.

Gun recently fired.

Suggest ballistic expert compare gun

with bullet found in victim's body.

- Holy mackerel! Maybe I shot her and didn't know it.

- Steady, Joan.

- What are they saying?

- I don't know, sir. It's all Chinese to me.

- What?

- Sure. I don't speak the language.

I was raised in an American orphanage

in San Francisco.

Please excuse number two son

bad manners.

When very excited, he sometimes lapse

into ancient honorable language.

I beg your pardon, sir.

A Mr. Paul Wagner is here with

a Hindu gentleman, a Mr. Marana.

- Show them into the seating room.

- Yes, sir.

And please, bring strong drink

for charming ex-wife of policeman.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

You're a gentleman.

- Coffee.

- Yes, sir.

Will you step inside, please?

- Good evening, gentlemen.

- Good evening.

- Evening? It's 2:00 in the morning.

- Won't you be seated?

- Thank you.

- Why'd you pull me off of that boat?

Lieutenant Chan will explain.

You were leaving Rio deJaneiro?

- Sure, I was leaving and glad to get away from here.

- Why?

I never wanted to see Miss Dean

or set foot in her house again.

You been here this house before?

Certainly. A couple of hours ago.

Hey, Pop, the handkerchief

with the "W" on it.

What's this all about anyway?

Miss Dean been murdered.

Lola dead?

Poor kid.

You knew Miss Dean long time?

She was my wife.

We were divorced three years ago.

I've carried the torch for her ever since.

Jealousy, Pop.

Continue, Mr. Wagner.

Before going back to the States, I thought

I'd give her one more chance to turn me down.

She refused to see me at the casino,

so I came here and waited till she got home.

Excuse me, Mr. Chan. I answered the door

all evening and I didn't see...

I know you didn't.

I knew Lola would send back word not to

let me in, so I went around the back way.

You remain long time?

Only a few moments.

After I found out

she was going to elope, I...

- I knew it was hopeless.

- The handkerchief, Pop.

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