Think Fast, Mr. Moto Page #2

- Yes.

Bit of a fog tonight.

It reminds me of London, it does.

Would you please close that ventilator?

It's cold in here.

Anything else I can do, sir?

- That will be all for tonight, Carson.

- Yes, sir.

- Bouillon, sir?

- Oh! Take it away!

May I? Thank you.

Mmm. Excellent bouillon.

- Very good.

- Oh!

- So long.

- I wish that heathen would stop gallivanting around.

- He makes me feel worse.

- If we'd gone to the Grand Canyon like I wanted to...

we wouldn't be seasick.

- Good morning, Mr. Bob.

- Oh! Do you have to be so cheerful?

Oh. Hello. It's Mr. - Don't tell me- Moto.

You have a touch of the-

what you Americans call-

"the jitters" this morning?

I think I know what you need.

Come with me.

I'm sorry, sir, but I don't believe

that I know how to make...

a Hakadote high-ball.

- I'll tell you how to make it.

- Don't bother. I won't live to drink it.

- Take that large glass.

- Yes.

First, a measure

of lemon juice.

- Do you have salt?

- Surely.

A pinch of salt.

Now, one egg,

if you please.

Egg.

And four dashes of orange bitters.

Mm.

Do you have Worcester sauce?

- Yes. Yes.

- One jigger.

And two teaspoons of sugar.

- Sugar?

- Yes.

- Now a pony of absinthe.

- Absinthe?

Yes.

This is, uh, for you.

- And, now-

- Yes?

- Fill it up with gin.

- Gin?

Yes. Fill it up.

Now, what do I do with it?

That's all. Just stir it.

Gently, if you please.

You wouldn't like a lily

in it, would you?

Won't be necessary.

- Oh.

- Drink it, Mr. Bob.

- Do I have to?

- It will improve the appearance of the world.

I assure you.

Drink it, please.

I think I'm gonna live.

- That's great stuff, Mr. Moto.

- Oh, so? I'm glad.

- And what will you have, sir?

- A glass of milk, please.

- Milk.

- You're a funny fellow, Mr. Moto.

Please, what do you

find funny about me?

- Well, last night you were a jiujitsu expert.

- Yes.

Now, today, you're old Doc Moto...

prescriber of the world's

greatest hangover cure.

- Who are you, anyway?

- I'm Mr. Moto, importer of Oriental goods...

with a hobby for magic.

- Is that all?

- Observe.

Say, that's swell.

What else can you do?

Do you want me to

begin at the beginning?

- I wish you would.

- Too long.

Where there's a beginning, there's an end.

Let's end at the beginning.

- Alpha, omega.

- Alpha, omega?

- In the words of Socrates-

- "Let each man help his brother man."

- Stanford '34.

- Stanford '21.

- Honorary member.

- What do ya know about that!

Moto, '21, let's see.

Oh! I remember reading about you.

You broke a pole vault record,

didn't you?

Now I would only break the pole.

That calls for a real drink.

Bartender, what do you suggest?

Oh, um, a panther's kiss.

- What's in it?

- Akunahau. That's what you'll drink in Honolulu.

Looks like it's gonna be

a dull crossing.

Not a good-looking single girl

on the ship and no sign of a female under 40...

- getting on board here.

- A beautiful girl is only confusing to a man.

I could do with a little confusion.

Life has been too tame

these last five days.

Just look at our new shipmates.

Yes, sir, we ought to be able to make a nice

hook rug by the time we reach Yokohama.

- Hmm?

- Observe.

All right. Wait a minute!

I take it all back.

I give her four stars right now.

Aloha. I'm glad you got aboard.

I've been waiting for you.

- Thank you.

- I beg your pardon.

Oh, no, no. Not yet. You're not

supposed to toss that over until-

- How do you like that?

- Very much.

- A beautiful girl knows

how to say "no" in a few words.

Yes?

I didn't order that, steward.

No, miss. The young gentleman in the next

stateroom sent it to you with his compliments.

I don't know the young gentleman.

"May I wine you?

P.S. I'd like to dine you.

- Robert Hitchings, Jr."

- Shall I open it now, miss?

- No, you may take it back.

- He seems quite a nice chap.

- His father owns the line.

- Take it back...

and tell Mr. Hitchings, Jr.,

whose father owns the line...

that I'm not in the habit

of accepting gifts from strangers.

Yes, miss.

Come in!

- What? She sent it back?

- Yes, sir.

Well, didn't she

give you any message?

The lady said, beggin' your pardon, sir,

that she don't accept gifts from strangers.

And I thought formalities

were forgotten at sea.

When modern people cling to conventions,

there's nearly always a purpose.

Well, I suggest we cling to the bottle.

Carson, fix three glasses.

Yes, sir.

I played very badly.

- Excuse me, please.

- Four sixes?

Oh.

To Miss Mystery.

May we become better acquainted.

Pull.

Pull.

Hello.

- I think your sight's a little off.

- Doing very nicely, thank you.

Do you realize you haven't told me

anything about yourself?

Our lives seem so different out here.

Doesn't matter who we are ashore.

Oh, I wish I could go on forever like this

and never land anywhere.

That's easy. I'll bribe the captain

to cast us adrift on a raft.

Oh, no. I'm being serious.

This week at sea has given me something

I thought I'd never know again.

I feel like a child on my way to school-

- Very dingy and unpleasant school.

- Let's play hooky then.

That wouldn't be very helpful

to either of us.

After all, you have your business

to attend to in Shanghai.

Is Shanghai your destination

or just a stopover?

I have an uncle there.

I'm on my way to visit him.

You'd better make it a long visit,

because we're gonna see a lot of each other.

- Are we?

- You don't think I'm gonna...

lock myself up in an office

all the time, do you?

Perhaps you should for the good

of the Hitchings Line.

Since I've met you I've had an awful time

thinking of anything else.

What did you think

about before then?

I can't remember.

I must've thought of something.

Anyhow, it doesn't make

much difference now, does it?

It's late. You'd better

see me to my cabin, Bob.

As you say.

Enjoying the moonlight

on the water, Mr. Carson?

Very soothing to the nerves.

- Please.

- Mm-hmm.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night, Bob!

Huh? Oh. Good night.

- How many?

- I'll take two.

Well, I'll bet the works, Mr. Marloff.

Well, I will call you.

Well, there's three jacks

and a couple of dames.

Just a moment.

Three dames and a couple of jacks.

That beats you.

Hey! That makes five queens

in the deck.

You see? You were trying to cheat!

- Oh, boss! You know I wouldn't do that to you.

- Enough!

It's all right, but don't

let it happen again, Muggs.

I haven't "drawed" a full week's salary

since I been working for you.

What's that?

- Message!

- Let him in.

Cheela, wait outside.

- It's from the Marco Polo.

- The little lady?

- What'd she say?

- Read yourself.

"Cousin William completely

recovered from illness.

Don't worry any further.

Love, Gloria. "

Hey, that don't make any sense.

What does she mean?

She means, " Met young Hitchings,

as ordered.

- He is harmless."

- That's what I thought she said.

We will soon find out if

he's harmless or very smart.

The ship is due to arrive Friday.

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