The Brides of Fu Manchu

Michel.

Father.

Let him rise.

Why am I here? Who are you?

- I am Fu Manchu.

- Fu Manchu?

It isn't possible. You died.

Untie the girl.

Monsieur Merlin, you and your daughter

have been brought here...

...because I require your assistance.

You can go to hell.

- Has she been prepared?

- Yes, Father.

Proceed.

Now you have no will.

No desires but to please your masters.

You will obey

only those orders we give you.

Yes.

Take this knife...

...and place it at the throat of the man

who is your father.

Michel!

Shall she kill him, Father?

You dare not, if you need my help.

Raise the trapdoor. Tie Shiva to it.

Stop. Ropes will not be necessary.

Shiva is the daughter of a man

skilled in electromagnetic research.

Dr. Ramchand.

- Dr. Ramchand, but he is--

- He is dead.

I found I couldn't trust him.

Now I have no further use

for his daughter.

You murderer.

One slash of the knife

and she will join her father.

- And your daughter has the knife.

- She won't do it.

Even under hypnosis you can't make her

do something against her character.

Michel.

Cut her free.

Michel!

Michel, stop. Stop!

God!

It's me, your father.

Stop.

Did I do well?

I'll kill you.

- I swear I'll kill you.

- You will do exactly as I say.

Or do you wish me to bring

your daughter out of her trance...

...and tell her what she has just done?

It might be interesting to watch...

...how such a young and innocent mind

would accept such knowledge.

What do I have to do?

Well, I'm baffled, Petrie.

It seems so senseless.

Why go to all the trouble of kidnapping

if you're not gonna demand a ransom?

- They're all very beautiful women.

- White slave traffic?

Oh, no, they always go for unknowns.

These are all wives and daughters

of leading industrialists and scientists.

It's probably some crank then,

someone with a grudge.

No, it's too efficient for that.

They've kidnapped 11 women in 18 months

in 10 different countries, Petrie.

And that means a big organization.

Well, there's one comfort.

There's been no kidnapping here

so we don't have to worry about it.

Not officially, no.

Sergeant Spicer, please.

Sergeant, Nayland Smith here.

I want you to get me

every scrap of information you can...

...on these international kidnappings.

No, no. Not just the Merlin girl.

I want you to go back

to the very first one in Shanghai.

Get on to each country and see if they'll

let me have duplicates of their dossiers.

Well, cable them and ask them

to send it airmail. It's urgent.

What are you up to?

I'm studying the enemy, Petrie.

The more we can find out, the more chance

we have of catching them next time.

Next time?

We've no reason to suppose

they won't do it again.

No, there's no reason to suppose

it'll be here in England either.

I find myself almost wishing

they would try it here.

As I told you,

generating the energy was simple.

Our triumph was in transmitting

this energy as sound waves.

From here, we can communicate...

...with any major city in the world.

Monsieur Merlin, look at this.

This is the model

of the transmission aerial...

...that the late Dr. Ramchand

designed for us.

- And that is the receiving end?

- Yes.

That aerial captures the signal

and passes it to--

What shall we call it?

--the wireless set?

The set, what does it do?

The same job as a wireless set.

Turns the signal back

into its original form.

In our case, energy.

This is fantastic. Wonderful.

Heat, light, power, transmitted anywhere

in a matter of seconds.

What do you use it for?

Bombs and shells

create such a small release of energy.

- But this power....

- It is enough to destroy a city.

Your task is simple, Monsieur Merlin.

At present, an explosion big enough

to destroy a ten-story building...

...requires a set twice the size

of this table here.

That is inconvenient.

The sets must be smaller.

I can't do that.

No one can make

even a small wireless set.

They have to be big.

On October 17th, you carried out

a test for the Paris Police...

...in a field 10 miles from the city.

A motorcyclist wore a small receiver

strapped to his chest...

...and was able to hear clearly

a message sent out from his headquarters.

That was only experimental.

You said at the time:

"It will soon be possible for cars

and motorcycles to receive instructions...

...and to reply to their headquarters

with the aid of a small handset."

Remember, the snake pit is one of the

quicker deaths that awaits your daughter.

- What's been going on here, sir?

- We were attacked.

Will you give me a hand

with this young lady?

Attacked? Who by?

I don't know, from that launch.

But they were here.

One of them is still unconscious.

Over there.

One moment, sir.

You're not going anywhere.

This man is dead.

Look at this.

A Tibetan prayer scarf.

- Where did you get it?

- From the body of a dacoit.

He was killed

down near Tower Bridge last night.

Look at that.

One of Fu Manchu's men.

Obviously left behind when he

pulled out of here and went to Tibet.

He wasn't left behind.

I examined that body very thoroughly.

That man had been in a tropical country

until quite recently.

He couldn't have been in London

more than a month.

What about his clothes?

- The black tunic?

- Almost new.

Now, tell me more. How was he killed?

A blow on the skull. The man

who did it claims it was an accident.

- Anyway, he's being held at Bow Street.

- Who's he?

I-- I'm sorry.

Only it seems as though

all this has happened before. It's uncanny.

- What do you mean, Petrie?

- He's a research chemist.

A young German, just like last time.

- He's in here, sir.

- Thank you.

- Franz Baumer?

- Yes.

I'm from Scotland Yard.

Assistant Commissioner Nayland Smith.

This is Dr. Petrie,

Home Office pathologist.

Look, I have already told the police

everything I know.

How much longer am I to be kept here?

I've read your statement.

Have you any idea why you were attacked?

No. None at all.

- There was no attempt to rob you?

- They wouldn't have got much.

No, no, it wasn't just robbery.

Why do you say that?

Why would they have the launch there?

Why do you think the launch was there?

Well, I had a feeling

they were trying to get Marie....

Miss Lentz, on to the launch.

The girl? You're quite sure

it wasn't you they were after?

Me? What for?

- Lentz?

- Yes.

Who is she, Baumer?

- The girl I wanna marry.

- Her family.

Well, her mother's French

and her father is Otto Lentz.

What, the man who sorted out

that hydro-electric disaster in Switzerland?

That's him.

- Do you know where he is?

- What?

Oh, Germany, I suppose.

And the girl? Is she just visiting here?

No, no, she's on the staff

of St. Edmond's Hospital.

Do you think it is Fu Manchu?

Can he still be alive?

I don't know, Petrie.

The important thing

is to be in time to save the girl.

Save her?

If Baumer's right and it is the girl

they're after, they'll try again...

...and they will do it quickly

before anyone can suspect the truth.

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