The Shadow

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Wu.

You and your brothers

murdered three of our men.

He would have done the same.

Send three more and I'll kill them, too.

He already controls the opium trade

all across Asia.

May no one prosper but Ying Ko?

My poppy fields are tiny.

Nothing compared to his.

I, Li Peng, at least I'm entitled

to my little piece.

Ying Ko, if you kill me, I promise...

my brothers will come for you.

And I promise you...

I'll bury them beside you.

Kill him.

Let me go. I only wish to leave.

I'll cut his throat.

Your men are not marksmen enough

to shoot around him.

You're right.

You're right.

Wu, you are a wonderful friend.

- Like a father to me.

- Thank you, Ying Ko.

Shoot through him.

Where are you taking me?

A Tulku wishes to see you at his temple.

A holy man wants to see me?

- You call that a temple?

- No.

There.

Where did that come from?

The clouded mind sees nothing.

- Who are you?

- I am your teacher.

Do you have any idea

who you just kidnapped?

Cranston.

Lamont Cranston.

You know my real name?

Yes.

I also know that for as long

as you can remember...

you struggled against your own

black heart and always lost.

You watched your spirit,

your very face, change...

as the beast claws its way out

from within you.

You are in great pain, aren't you?

You know what evil lurks

in the hearts of men...

for you have seen

that evil in your heart.

Every man pays the price for redemption.

This is yours.

- I'm not looking for redemption.

- You have no choice.

You will be redeemed...

because I will teach you to use

your black shadow to fight evil.

I wouldn't do that.

Phurba!

Am I in hell?

Not yet.

Get him, Johnny.

Maxie.

- Let's get this over with.

- Get out.

- No!

- Come on!

- Please, I didn't see anything.

- Quit your whining.

- Is it dry?

- Please.

- Perfect, Duke.

- Bring him to the rail.

I won't tell anyone. I swear.

Geez.

I wish I could trust you, sport.

I really do.

I guess you just picked the wrong alley

to look down.

- I have a family.

- They'll get over it.

I won't talk. I'm telling you.

I know you won't.

Dump him.

- No. No!

- I hate heavy lifting.

No!

- What in Christ was that?

- Who's there?

Show yourself.

- You murdered a policeman, Duke.

- Who said that?

Duke, who said that?

- Shut up!

- The weed of crime bears bitter fruit.

I don't like this. This stinks.

Let's get the hell outta here!

- Shut your hole, Maxie!

- Did you think you'd get away with it?

Come on, Duke!

Did you think I wouldn't know?

Duke, I think you got him.

You're damn right I...

You committed murder, Duke.

- Now you're going to confess to it.

- Like hell I will.

You will, because if you

don't, I'll be there.

I'll be there, around every corner...

in every empty room, as inevitable as

your guilty conscience.

You don't scare me, you son of a...

You will go to the eighth precinct house

on Second Avenue...

and surrender yourself,

and you will do it now.

I confess! I'll do it!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

I'll confess! For God's sake,

I don't wanna die.

No!

No! No!

Drive!

Thank you.

You are probably busy.

You can just drop me off anywhere...

You're Dr. Roy Tam, a professor

in the Science Department at N.Y.U.

- Yes.

- I've saved your life, Roy Tam.

- It now belongs to me.

- It does?

You'll become one of my agents...

like dozens of others

all over the world.

Could I ask my wife about this?

No!

Mr. Shrevnitz here will instruct you...

in the way in which I will contact you

should I require your help.

When you hear one of my agents say,

"The sun is shining"...

you will respond,

"But the ice is slippery."

This will identify you to each other.

Do you understand?

"The sun is shining."

"But the ice is slippery."

Tell me one thing.

How did you know

what was happening to me?

How did you know who I am?

The Shadow knows.

Thank you. That's the Shadow!

- I mean, that's the Shadow!

- You're a pretty smart guy.

I heard rumors in the paper, on the radio.

But I thought it was just talk.

I didn't think he existed.

He doesn't. Get it?

Don't ever take it off.

Wait a minute. Who are you?

Somebody who owes him his life.

Somebody just like you.

Boss, you okay?

The Cobalt Club.

Sorry I'm late, Uncle Wainwright,

but there was a little...

accident on the bridge.

I didn't think you wanted me to wait.

Incidentally, try the prime rib.

It's excellent.

Your usual, Mr. Cranston.

- Thank you very much.

- You're welcome.

You know, Lamont,

I'm very upset with you.

- What is it this time?

- What is it this time?

What is it every time?

You ask me to dinner

and show up an hour late.

- There's no excuse...

- Uncle Wainwright, I'm sorry, I...

I got caught up.

With what, for God's sake?

You don't do anything.

A man your age is unseemly.

At least pick a hobby or something.

Why am I talking to the back of your neck?

Lamont? Lamont?

Sorry. What were we talking about?

I've never meddled in your affairs,

going back to the time...

after the war when you disappeared

for some seven years.

I never asked questions then. I'm not now.

Excuse me, Police Commissioner Barth.

Urgent message for you, sir.

What's the matter?

Cops and robbers business slowing down?

It's a report of that damned

Shadow character again.

You said he was only a rumor.

I'm sick of this Shadow business,

his meddling in police affairs.

This time tomorrow,

I'll put a task force on him.

You're not going to appoint a task force.

No. Hell with him.

I'm not going to appoint a task force.

You're not going to pay any attention

to these reports of the Shadow.

- Ignore them entirely.

- There is no Shadow.

There is no Shadow.

If there were, I'd be Eleanor Roosevelt.

Where was I?

You were about to tell me who she is.

That's Margo Lane.

Her father is a scientist working

for the War Department.

What the hell do you see in her?

Uncle Wainwright,

are you sure you're not dead?

Not by a long shot.

Send a bottle of Mouton Rothschild, 1928,

to that table.

Do yourself a favor. Stay away from her.

She's strange.

She hears voices. That's what they say.

Really?

Yes, I would like a glass of the Mouton...

Rothschild, 1928.

- Yes.

- From the gentleman.

Gentleman?

Lamont Cranston.

May I sit?

You know...

it's the strangest

thing, but I have this...

sudden craving for Peking duck.

That's so odd.

I was thinking the exact same thing.

Care to join me?

You speak Chinese.

Only Mandarin.

Aren't you full of surprises?

Thank you. I'm glad you like it.

- I had it made at Adrian's.

- Why did you just tell me that?

You just complimented me

on my dress just now.

Didn't you?

No, I didn't.

But I was thinking it.

Now that hasn't happened to me

in a long time.

Since I was a little girl with my cousin,

I could hear what he was thinking.

Just pick the thoughts right out

of his head before he said a word.

It was the strangest thing.

And I never was able...

Is something bothering you?

Oh! No.

Not at all.

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