Mr. Moto's Gamble
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- Year:
- 1938
- 72 min
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The location of the pistol
indicates it could have fallen
from the hand
of the dead man, but
there is also the possibility that it might
have been placed there by a murderer.
You gentlemen,
as students of criminology
must determine which is correct.
For our next class,
will you please report...
whether these clues indicate...
homicide or suicide?
Class dismissed.
You sure make a swell corpse,
Knockout.
Thanks. I guess
it just comes natural.
Should you find tonight's problem
difficult, will you please remember...
there is no situation that science
Oh, yeah? Suppose you're about to make
an arrest and the suspect pulls a gun on you.
- Yes?
- What good is science and skill then?
Shall we demonstrate?
Take it, please.
Now draw the gun
and threaten me.
- Now?
- Whenever you're ready.
Any other questions, uh, gentlemen?
- That's good enough for me.
Mr. Moto, my watch is gone!
Somebody must have stolen it!
- One of us detectives must be a crook.
- Whoever heard of a crooked cop?
One moment, please.
When did you last notice
your watch, Mr. Lee?
I'm sure I had it
five minutes ago.
Oh, so? And what time
is it now, Mr. Wellington?
Well, uh Seven minutes
to 10:
00, Professor.Your watch, Mr. Lee.
I'll take care of this guy.
I'm from the pickpocket detail.
- Come on, light fingers.
- Wait, please.
You can undoubtedly explain
your sleight of hand?
I got a terrible failing, Mr. Moto.
I just can't help takin' things
that attract my eye.
- Gee, he's a kleptomaniac!
- Thanks, pal. Thanks.
You must control your, uh, taking ways,
Mr. Wellington...
or your first case as a detective...
will be the arrest of yourself.
That's just the reason I come here
to take this crime course.
You see, whenever I lift somethin',
my conscience smacks me right in the kisser.
And I says to myself, "Knockout,
you gotta take this thing back "
But I can't, because I forgets
where I got it.
But now things
are gonna be different...
because if I study
to be a detective...
and solve my own larceny.
To recognize one's faults requires intelligence.
To admit them requires courage.
Congratulations, Mr. Wellington.
- Thanks. Thanks.
- Class dismissed.
- Oh, Mr Moto.
- Yes, Lee?
I thought you would like to know
I got a letter from Pop yesterday.
- You did?
- Mm-hmm. He sent his best to you.
Thank you.
And how is your honorable father...
enjoying his home life
in beautiful Honolulu?
He seems fine, but he kind
You see, I'm really supposed to be studying
art here at the university.
But, gosh, I wanna be a detective.
I understand. My parents
wanted me to be an acrobat.
But don't worry, Lee.
I shall write to your father...
and I shall tell him that you
are my most promising student.
Gee, thanks, Mr. Moto.
- Come on, Mahoney. Step on it.
- Okay, Lieutenant.
Here we are, Mr. Moto.
Are you ready?
This is Lee Chan, Lieutenant Riggs.
I invited him
to join us this evening.
Lieutenant Riggs is the head
of the homicide squad.
- Hiya, Lee.
- Glad to meet you, Lieutenant.
I know your old man well.
He's got plenty on the ball. Eh, Moto?
- We are but floundering amateurs in contrast.
- Come on. Let's go.
Gosh, we must be doing 80.
Are we going to a murder?
of assault and battery.
Get a load of these.
Right at the ringside.
Swell.
Hiya! Hiya! Hiya!
Hello, boys.
- Hello, champ.
- Hello, boys. How are ya?
- He just went in. Ticket, please.
Looks like another sellout, Gabby.
Oughta be with the buildup I gave it. Call me up,
Clipper, when you need a publicity man.
- No, thanks. I don't do much advertising
in my line.
- Hello, boys. How are ya?
- Hello, Biff. Who's gonna win tonight?
Well, I ain't paid
much attention to it.
- As far as I'm concerned, they're both pushovers.
- Mmm.
- Nice, modest boy you got there, Nick.
- He's the champ, ain't he?
What's the smart money
saying tonight, Clipper?
Five-to-four on a decision either way.
Tame going for a long shot player like you.
Maybe not. Ten grand says Stanton
won't come out for the fifth.
- You're drinking too much, Nick.
- I got a hunch. That's all.
Hey, wait a minute.
Gerry Connors is Stanton's manager.
He has been known to listen when somebody
wanted his boy to take a dive.
And miss a shot at the title?
Don't be a sap.
- You wanna cover the 10 grand?
- I'll lay it off, but the best
I can get is 3-to-1. Okay?
- Sure.
- And listen, Nick.
I hope this hunch of yours isn't the kind
you can put a frame around.
Clipper, you'd suspect
your own grandmother.
Yeah, but you're not
my grandmother.
Wanna bet on it?
Somebody's dumpin' a lot of dough on
Stanton kissing the canvas in the fourth.
- These just came over the office Teletype.
- Let me see it.
Ten grand in St. Louis, 20 in Detroit
and 15 in Pittsburgh.
They're sure loaded for bear.
You wait here.
I'm gonna phone.
- Well, if it ain't little Penny.
- Now, now, boys, be respectful to Miss Kendall.
After all, 50 million women read what
she says about the "ducky-wucky" fighters.
Is it true that wrestlers make better husbands
than prizefighters?
Good evening, morons.
You'll all seem in your usual dazed condition.
Gonna write a thrilling rsum of what
the well-dressed fighter will wear?
It's not a bad idea.
Let's see.
Frankie Stanton left the ring tastefully
wearing black under both eyes.
You'd feel pretty bad if Bill Steele
forgot to duck, wouldn't you?
Ah, but you don't have to duck
when you're doing the swinging.
- Well, here's my good-luck Penny. Hiya, baby.
- Is everything all right, Bill?
- Sure. I feel great, honey.
- I used to like the fights until
I fell in love like a sap.
- Now every punch you take hurts me
more than it does you.
- Oooh!
Forget it, honey.
I can take care of Stanton.
I just heard Nick Crowder's bettin' Stanton
won't answer the bell for the fifth round.
- Who told you about that bet?
- Only a dozen guys.
- You and Crowder ain't
teaming up on my boy, are you?
- I don't play that way.
That's why I quit your stable.
Let me see your hands.
Here he comes now.
Give us a statement, Gerry.
- How's Stanton feelin'?
- How's his bad eye?
Stanton's eye's okay.
You can say that my boy expects to win.
And if he loses, we've got no alibis.
The boys are saying
that Nick's betting against me.
- Somebody's ribbing you, kid.
- Yeah? What makes you so sure?
Nick's no sucker. He's not gonna
go against a natural like you.
They're just trying to get your goat. Forget it
and go out and show 'em what you've got.
I'm gonna kill that guy Steele.
But first I'm gonna mess him up...
so that newspaper sweetie
of his won't recognize him.
- That-a-kid.
- I'll flatten that bozo.
- He's out!
- Hello, Mr. Benton.
- Hello, Riggs.
Hey, Benton, who do you like?
Well, I like Stanton. But it would hurt
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