All language subtitles for Charlie.Chan.At.The.Race.Track.1936.Dvdrip.Xvid.Fragment.English

Records indicate most murders
result from violence.

And murder without bloodstains
like, uh, Amos without Andy-

Most unusual.

Therefore, study of bloodstain evidence...

most helpful in
reconstruction of crime.

Will demonstrate
with eyedropper.

Number one-

Drop of blood falling in straight line
from short distance...

make round spot, so.

Number two-

Falling from greater distance...

exhibit sunburst effect.

But observe.

Drop of blood thrown forward,
as from knife held in hand...

make entirely different mark.

Hey, fellas! I got the inside dope!
Put your shirt on Avalanche's nose.

- Holy mackerel! We forgot the Melbourne Sweepstakes.
- Turn on the radio.

Excuse us, Charlie.
This is more important than murder.

But, gee, Pop.

- Sign on door say, "Please knock."
- Did I interrupt something?

Train of thought now need
wrecking crew.

Gee, Pop, I'm sorry.
But this is a hot tip!

Hot tip does not explain mystery
of shirt on nose of Avalanche.

Avalanche is a horse
running in the sweepstakes.

What the kid means is to plank
your dough on the nag's schnozola.

All very clear.
Thank you so much.

Any of you fellows gonna bet? I've got
three minutes to get to the bookies.

- I'll take a chance. Ten smackers.
- Count me in for five.

- Hey, Mack, loan me two bits, and I'll owe you a dollar.
- Here.

- Want to get in the gravy, Pop?
- Smart fly keep out of gravy.

Aw, Pop, you ought to bet on Avalanche
for old times' sake.

Correction, please.
Horse complete stranger.

But the horse's owner isn't.
He's your friend, Major Kent.

Major Kent?

Will become reckless gambler
for sake of old friend.

Will bet tail of shirt-
50 cents on, uh, "schnozalola."

Attaboy, Pop!

Here they are.

Gathered to witness
the greatest sporting event of the Australian turf...

the Melbourne Cup.

There goes the bugle, calling
the aristocracy of turfdom onto the field.

The entry list has never been
equaled during all the years...

in which the cup has been
this country's greatest race.

Number one, Gunsmith, two, Flying Scotchman,
three, Stardust, four, Avalanche...

the great Australian four-year-old
with Tip Collins in the saddle...

and owned by Mr. George Chester, the
internationally-known sportsman from the U.S.A.

Well, there's justice for you.

Your father gives four of the best years
of his life to raising that animal...

and I grab all the honor.

Do you regret
your generous impulse, Major?

Oh, I wasn't as generous as I was clever.
This way I keep everything in the family.

Truthfully, George, did you marry me
for myself alone or for Dad's horse?

- Why for the horse, of course.
- Spoken like a gentleman.

- As a friend, I'd advise you to do something about that.
- What can I do?

- Divorce him. Marry me.
- What? Another racing man? No, thank you.

Dad, I barely got
our bets down on time.

Did you get the rest of
my money placed, Bruce?

- Yes, sir. Just before the odds fell again.
- Good work.

- Will that be all, sir?
- That'll be all until I collect.

If you collect. You seem pretty confident.

I am confident.

Still think your husband's entry
will win, Mrs. Chester?

- I bet you a hundred he will.
- I'll take that bet.

- How about another thousand, Denny?
- I'll take that one too.

The horses are reaching
the starting gate. Gunsmith has the rail.

Hello, hello, hello.
One of them's cutting up out there.

- Are they off?
- It's Avalanche.

He's certainly living up
to his reputation as a bad actor.

- Hold on there. He nearly threw his rider.
- Hey, Avalanche, cut it out!

- And it looks as if he'll be off to a bad start.
- Good-bye, shirttail.

Now they're getting in line. Avalanche
has quieted down, and it looks like a start.

It is a start! And they're off!

It's a beautiful start!

Go, Avalanche!
Come on, Avalanche!

Flying Scotchman takes the lead!
Gunsmith, a close second!

Avalanche coming up
as they go into the first turn.

Gunsmith closing behind Scotchman.
Stardust, only a length away!

- Come on, Avalanche!
- Come on, Avalanche!

Ace is telling on Flying
Scotchman, Stardust gaining!

- Come on, Avalanche!
- He's gaining!

Flying Scotchman is failing!

Avalanche is coming up!

Come on, Collins!
Ride him! Ride him!

Avalanche is neck and neck
with Stardust!

Avalanche has taken the lead!
He's cutting over on the rail!

- Avalanche fouled him.
- Avalanche fouled him!

- Collins must be insane.
- He deliberately threw that race.

Have that jockey report to the office.

Shirttail now bobtail.

Well, anyway, Pop,
we were on the best horse.

The cards were just against us.
That's all.

When player cannot see man who deal cards,
much wiser to stay out of game.

When he took the lead
he fought for the rail.

Avalanche does it almost every time.

You trained the horse, Bagley.
What about it?

He has a slight pull to the left, but
Collins should've been able to handle him.

It wasn't my fault, I tell you.

Avalanche is good enough to win on his own.
You fouled Stardust, and you did it purposely.

- Why? Who paid you to do it?
- Nobody paid me!

Never mind, Major.
That's enough now.

I didn't throw the race!
I wouldn't do that.

You're suspended from further racing
for two years.

I'm sorry, gentlemen.
This is no reflection on you, Mr. Chester.

We have no alternative
but to disqualify Avalanche.

Well, of all the feather-brained fools
I ever saw, you're it.

A blind man could have
seen you pull that foul.

You said to foul him, and I did.

I told you to make it
look like an accident.

Here are your tickets on Stardust.

Hey, what is this? I thought
my cut was gonna be five grand.

This stuff has to be
split too many ways.

That's just fine. For a measly two grand
I get ruled off the track...

and you stay here
and stuff your own pockets.

I'm only following instructions.
You'll be taken care of.

- I'd better be.
- You will. Now, get out of here and lay low.

There's a gambling ring back of this.
I'm going to get to the bottom of it!

Major, there's nothing we can do
about it. I lost. That's all there is to it.

There'll be other races this year.
Avalanche will clean up a fortune.

It's more than a question of money. We're
taking our horse to America for the first time.

How do you think this scandal
will reflect on us personally?

We've got to clear it up.

- Bruce!
- Yes, sir?

Bruce,
cable Charlie Chan.

- Dad, please don't get mixed up in this.
- We're already mixed up in it.

Cable Mr. Chan all the details
what's happened.

- Have him meet our boat when we dock at Honolulu.
- Yes, sir.

- Better luck next time, Bagley.
- Oh, thanks.

Of course, you may be right
about the gambling ring.

I've been racing horses long enough
to know about these things...

and I wouldn't press
an investigation if I were you.

Fenton's right. You're playing with dynamite
when you start monkeying with those fellows.

I couldn't expect a professional gambler
to be in sympathy with my stand.

George, don't let him start anything.
He might make a bad situation worse.

Now, you know your father. Tomorrow we'll
all be on the boat sailing for America.

He'll have plenty of time to cool off.

Very odd circumstance.

I don't think there's
anything odd about it, Charlie.

It's just unfortunate that your friend
met with this accident.

Had cable from Major Kent asking me
to investigate gambling ring.

Accident seem most convenient.

Charlie, you've a very suspicious mind.

Suspicion often father of truth.

Well, at any rate, it's in your lap.

The Oceanic will be docking
in a few minutes.

You better go down there,
see what you can find out.

- Sorry about your friend, Charlie.
- Thank you so much.

- Who is it?
- Steward, sir.

- Were you going ashore, sir?
- No.

You've been cooped up
here for 10 days, sir.

- You really should go ashore. It'll tone you up.
- I'm all right.

Maybe you'd like to see the doctor, sir?
I'll get him for you.

I don't want a doctor.
If I do, I'll send for him.

Right you are, sir.

Marks of violence quite evident, Doctor?

The hoof prints are deeply
indented in the skull.

The body is still aboard,
if you wish to examine it.

All in proper time.

So sorry. Not necessary
for ladies to remain.

You and Alice
go to the cabin, hmm?

I'll join you later.

Please, can't we get this over with?

- You, uh, major's secretary?
- I was. Yes. I'm with Mr. Chester now.

Excuse, please.

Uh, sometime memory very bad.

Who you say find body?

I said it was
Mr. Fenton's stable boy.

Thank you so much.

You also have horse on boat?

Yes, I'm taking back a new string
of horses I bought in Australia.

You intend racing same?

Yes, but I don't see
what that has to do with it.

You say you talk with major
ten minutes before death?

- Your memory's improving, Mr. Chan.
- Thank you so much.

Can't we end this? Dr. Johnson has made a
thorough examination and said it was an accident.

This unnecessary questioning is idiotic.

Easy to criticize,
more difficult to be correct.

Will now inspect stall
where major meet death.

- Permission, please?
- Certainly, Mr. Chan.

Very strange. Avalanche
know major four years...

yet kick him to death.

- Well, he has a bad temper.
- Huh. Friendly now.

You wanted to see
my stable boy, didn't you?

Please.

Streamline. Streamline!

Streamline?

Hey, you old Lollipop!
What you all doin'?

Streamline! Where are you?

Here I is, Mr. Fenton.

- Come along here.
- Yes, sir.

Quit that. What's the matter with you?

Now you all stay up there where you belong
and mascot with Gallant Lad.

- Yes, sir?
- This gentleman wants to ask you about the accident.

He's a detective.

Is you a cop? My, oh, my!

You remember position of body in stall?

That's just what I'm trying to forget.

This is stall where
honorable major meet death?

Oh, no, sir. It happened over yonder.

Yes, after the accident,
we moved Avalanche to another stall.

Please.

Where is Mr. Streamline?

Yes, sir?

Here I is.

Where was body?

Body? Back yonder
agin the wall lying on his face.

Uh, will, uh, kindly
take same position on floor?

I was just-Who? Me?

No, do as he says now.

Would greatly appreciate cooperation.

Me on floor? Could I fix him up
a bag of straw or something, Mr. Fenton?

- Do as he tells you!
- Yes, sir.

Somethin' gonna happen
to me, I know.

Ain't no good come from
playing dead on the floor.

Thank you so much.
Please to stay.

Yes, sir.

Horse in stall always
face forward like others?

Yes.

Narrow width make impossible
to turn around?

That's rather obvious, isn't it?

Then, Avalanche
could only kick backward.

That's the way a horse always kicks.

Thank you.

- Something very strange here.
- You mean me?

Now, what's strange, Mr. Chan?

Animal kick backward, body lie there...

yet bloodstains found here.

Observe, please.

Shape like exclamation marks
lying down...

with pointed ends
toward rear of stall.

Is there anything unusual about that?

Yes, very poor attempt at deception.

- May borrow fountain pen?
- Certainly.

Thank you.

Will now demonstrate only manner
in which bloodstains could have been made.

Note similarity?

And, uh, what does that
get you, Mr. Chan?

Idea that maybe someone stand here...

and while major pet Avalanche...

murderer crush skull
with heavy weapon...

then drag body to back of stall
to put blame on noble animal.

This is fantastic and absurd!

There was blood on the horse's hoofs
and my examination indicated the man was-

Why, that's Avalanche!

- It's that confounded monkey!
Get him off there! Streamline!

Yes, sir!

Get that monkey down from there
before I throw him overboard!

Come here, you Lollipop.

Don't you all know better
than to pester with Avalanche?

- Haven't I told you to keep that monkey away from Avalanche?
- It's all right.

I'll give instructions that he be
kept tied up for the rest of the voyage.

I'm sorry about this
interruption, Mr. Chan...

but you see, Lollipop
was brought up with Gallant Lad.

And when I bought the horse,
well, I had to take the monkey too.

Perhaps he senses our rivalry, George.

There's your answer.
That's what happened.

Major Kent was in the stall,
and the monkey frightened Avalanche...

and he kicked the major to death
before he could get out.

Very excellent analysis.

Why, the whole thing is preposterous!

I can't have my ship held here for investigation.
That runs into thousands of dollars.

Charlie is usually right
when he has a hunch.

Have more than hunch.

- Now, look here, Mr. Chan-
- Excuse, please.

Took liberty of borrowing
small piece from boat.

Well, what's that?

Why, it's a part of
the clutch control of the winch!

Yes, uh, twin to one missing
from cargo deck outside horse stalls.

Observe.

Shape identical with horseshoe blows
which crush skull of Major Kent.

Very excellent proof of murder.

That means the investigation
will have to continue, Captain.

But can't Mr. Chan go with us,
instead of holding the ship here?

What about it, Charlie?
Do you want a sea voyage?

Sea voyage good for health.

Boat sail at 6:00?

Your cabin'll be ready.

I'll pack our bags before you
can say, "Jack Robinson," Pop.

Uh, correction, please.
You pack my bag.

- You stay home with Jack Robinson.
- Aw, gee, Pop.

Aloha and good luck.

Thank you so much.
See you later.

Here you are, Mr. Chan.
212. B Deck.

- Thank you so much.
- Yes, Father.

Hello, Mr. Chan.

Well, Mr. Chan,
we've been looking for you.

I'm afraid we treated you
rather badly this afternoon.

I- I owe you an apology, sir.

All forgotten- like last year's bird's nest.

Does it occur to you
the guilty person may have left ship?

Uh, check on passengers at gangplank
reveal everyone present.

Well, the idea that the first person
we bump into may be the murderer...

sort of gives a fellow the creeps.

What'll be your next move, Mr. Chan?

Make effort to catch murderer.

- For you, sir.
- Well. Will you pardon me?

Listen to this! " Don't enter Avalanche
in the Santa Juanita Handicap.

A dead horse can't win a race."

- May I see that?
- Where'd you get this, Bruce?

What? Oh, at the- at the desk.

Time of delivery stamped
on back of envelope?

Yes, it seems to be blurred.

Four minutes past 6:00.
That's only 10 minutes ago.

- Uh, may examine, please?
- First they get the major. Now they're trying to scare me.

Look here, George.
Whoever wrote this means business...

and Avalanche is too fine a horse to lose
through your stubbornness.

I'll give you 20,000 for him and
retire him for a year to my breeding farm.

No, this convinces me that the major was right.
I'm going to see it through to the finish.

I'll talk to Captain Blake and
insist on an extra guard below.

Most excellent precaution.
Oh. So sorry. May have letter, please?

- Certainly.
- Thank you so much.

Oh, gee, Pop.
How'd you know it was me?

Frequent spanking when young
make rear view very familiar.

Why you here?

Well, after you left, Mom decided
to take the kids to visit Aunt Ling...

at the other end of the island,
and I thought-

Uh, you make suggestion about visit?

I- I sort of mentioned it. But, uh-

Cabin boy outfit- disguise?

Oh, no, Pop. This is on the level.
I signed for the trip.

Now look, Pop, if a gambling ring's
back of this, it's dangerous...

and, well, gee, I'd feel terrible
if anything happened to you...

and I wasn't along to protect you.

Confucius say, " No man is poor
who have worthy son."

Thank you so much.

Then you'll let me help?

Examine, please.

Say!

The top edge is uneven,
like it had been cut off with scissors.

Yes.

Writer take precaution to
eliminate Oceanic trademark...

but forget watermark in paper.

They're the same, all right.

Then whoever wrote this is on the boat.

And look, Pop. The E's are clogged up,
and the R's a little above the line.

That means if we can find the machine
this was written on, we'll have our man.

Why, it's a cinch!
I can search all the cabins.

One moment, please.

Search only
in pursuit of duty as cabin boy.

Must remember obligation to ship.

Okay, Pop. I'll clean every room
on the boat if I have to.

One thing more.

As, uh, humble cabin boy,
must forget, "Okay, Pop."

Okay, Pop.

I'll never get anywhere
as a secretary.

I'm gonna bet every dollar I have
on Avalanche.

- Then we'll get married and-
- Bruce, please.

That isn't the kind
of marriage I want.

I'd always hoped the man I'd marry
would stay away from racing and betting.

- Why, Alice, I never thought that you-
- Don't you see, darling?

That's the sort of thing
I've had all my life.

Dad and I never had a real home.
It was always just one track after another.

But the thrill of racing-
the gamble and then winning.

And losing. We never
felt sure of anything.

One minute Dad would be
on top of the world...

and the next, we'd have to borrow
money to pay the feed bill.

Bruce, dear, I'd hate to
go through that with you.

All right, dear. Santa Juanita will be
the last time. I promise.

Beg pardon, sir. The gentleman
in 219 wishes to see you.

Oh, uh, thanks. Excuse me, darling.
I'll see you in the lounge.

- Oh! So "solly."
- Hear, hear. Not so fast.

- You're a new boy, aren't you?
- New now. "Velly" soon old.

Ah, smart, eh?
You don't belong up here.

- And what were you doing in that cabin?
- Finish downstair.

Think "velly" smart work hard.
By and by "catchee" more money.

Yeah? You'll catch more than that
if I find you up here again. Now, scat!

Scat chop-chop.

- What are you doing here?
- Oh! Oh.

Excuse, please.
Write letter to girlfriend.

Hereafter, write your letters
somewhere else.

So "solly" you mad.
Clean up now, chop-chop.

So "solly." So "solly."
So "solly."

- Oh, so "solly."
- Oh, so it's you!

I thought I told you
to stay off this deck.

Oh, tell him
I went bottom side, Pop.

I'm awfully sorry, sir.
Did I hurt you?

Stoop to pick up pin.
Bring good luck.

Good luck to that moon-faced cabin boy.
He's a very suspicious character, he is.

And as soon as I get me hands on him,
into the brig he goes.

Did you notice
which way he went, sir?

Uh, make hasty exit to north.

Right you are, sir. I'll get him.

Psst! Pop!

I found the typewriter all right.
It belongs to Mr. Fenton.

See? The letters are
exactly the same.

Most excellent progress.

Well, I guess that's that.
All we've got to do now is arrest him.

Hasty conclusion like toy balloon-
Easy blow up, easy pop.

Don't you think Fenton did it?

You find way to typing machine.
Maybe someone else do same.

Gee, I never thought of that.

Well, what you gonna do now, Pop?

Surprise attack often
find enemy unprepared.

That extra guard ought to be on duty
by now. I'll step down and check.

- I wish you wouldn't.
- Now, dear, will you please stop worrying?

I've done nothing but worry, George,
ever since you received that note.

- I told you not to say anything about it.
- I know. I know.

You stay here with Warren.
I'll be gone only a few minutes.

Can't you persuade him
to sell Avalanche to you?

Try and make him do it.
Any progress?

Long road sometime
shortest way to end of journey.

- Uh, may borrow cigarette, please?
- Yes, certainly.

This wasn't in my pocket
when we left the dining room.

It's another one of those notes.

"A dead horse isn't worth $20,000."

What does it all mean?

It means that someone knows
an awful lot about our business.

- May keep?
- Yes, of course.

Thank you so much.
Will make immediate investigation.

Did you notice the way he looked at me?

Do you think he could have
put that in your pocket?

No, he wasn't
within a yard of me.

The best place for you
is in your stateroom.

I'm going down to the stalls
and see George right away.

- Left at the post?
- Bruce'll be back in a minute.

- Alone at last.
- Now, Denny, don't tell me I'm the only girl you ever loved.

If Bruce doesn't marry you
pretty soon, I will tell you.

- What's holding things up?
- Money. He's so noble. He insists upon waiting...

until he can support me in the manner
to which I've been accustomed.

- Very foolish young man.
- You mean Bruce?

Foolish to seek fortune when
real treasure hiding under nose.

Will you tell him that for me?

Will be most happy.

To show you I'm not the kind
to let a pal down...

you tell Bruce to consult me
hereafter before he bets on a horse.

Oh, won't you sit down, Mr. Chan?

Thank you so much.

The same in these,
and make mine Scotch.

- Yes, sir.
- What will you have?

- Uh, sarsaparilla.
- Sarsaparilla, sir?

- Please.
- Very good, sir.

That's dissipation for you.

You are lucky
at, uh, horse betting?

I'll say he is.
With all the odds against him...

he bet on Stardust
at the Melbourne Cup.

- I have good hunches sometimes.
- Play hunch on Stardust?

I suppose you could call it that.

Look, Mr. Chan. Just as I was coming
up the stairs, this fell at my feet.

"It's dangerous to know too much
about other people's business. "

- Bruce.
- Don't get the jitters.

That sounds like
the one George received.

When you see note to Mr. Chester?

Bruce told me about it.

Well, what do you make of it, Mr. Chan?

Make conclusion you talk too much.

- Well, this is for you, Mr. Barton.
- Hmm?

How it came to be on my tray
I don't know.

It was not there when I left the bar.

Well, I got one too.

- They certainly aren't
playing any favorites.

"A smart gambler knows
a dead horse can't win."

Very interesting.
May keep, please?

Will make immediate
investigation.

I'd like to do a little investigating
on my own hook, if you don't mind.

Cooperation greatly appreciated.

Excuse, please.

Well, hello, Mr. Chan.

Well, this seems to be for me.

Yes.

"Withdraw Avalanche from the Santa Juanita
Handicap. This is your last warning."

- Your secretary and Mr. Barton also receive mysterious notes.
- What?

Uh, writer seem very
generous with threats.

Is that all you've got to say?
Why don't you do something about it?

Rabbit run very fast,
but sometime turtle win race.

Well, they're after you too.

What does it say?

Most distressing.

Must give immediate attention.

Excuse, please.

Come back here, you!

Gee, Pop.

That steward nearly grabbed me
dropping that last note to Mr. Chester.

Congratulations for most expert delivery
of mysterious letters.

Did your scheme work all right?
Did you find anything?

Experiment result
in most interesting discovery.

Trouble in the forward hold!

The forwards stalls.
That's where Avalanche is. Come on, Pop.

One moment, please.
You remain here.

Come on. Get these horses out of here.

- What started this, Captain?
- I'm sure I don't know, but it's under control.

It's okay.

It's a lucky thing the fire
was discovered in time.

They must be very desperate
to endanger an entire ship...

- just to carry out a threat against a horse.
- Contradiction, please.

Person who start fire
intend no harm to noble animal.

How do you figure that out?

Fire made directly under
automatic apparatus...

so heat will set off alarm
more quickly before much damage.

Their way of letting me know that they
could have killed Avalanche if they'd wanted to.

- Where was the extra guard when this happened?
- He was on duty.

- May, uh, question him?
- Smithers!

- Yes, sir?
- You were where when alarm sounded?

On the cargo deck, sir.

You had instructions to stay in here.
Why did you leave?

One of the booms was squeaking,
sir, and made Avalanche nervous.

When Mr. Chester came down,
he spoke to Mr. Bagley about it...

- and he told me to fix it.
- That's right.

Smithers.

You also on cargo deck?

No. After Mr. Chester left,
I went to my room.

How long there before alarm?

About 10 minutes, maybe 15.
I don't know exactly.

- Horses alone then?
- Streamline was here.

I told him to keep an eye on them
till Smithers got back.

Mr. Streamline?

Yes, sir?

- Yes, sir?
- You were present when alarm sounded?

Yes, sir, but- but I was asleep, sir.

You see, sir, I took me a drink of gin
for the misery in my feet...

and, naturally, I go to sleep
when I take a drink of gin.

I ought to discharge you!

Next move may be
more than warning.

- Extreme precaution now necessary.
- You're absolutely right.

- From now on, you sleep here, Bagley. You understand?
- That's a good idea, I guess.

- You have your gun with you?
- It's in my room.

Well, what good is it doing there?

I thought with this going on,
something might happen, so I was cleaning it.

It's on my table, Streamline.
Get it for me, will you?

- It ain't loaded, is it?
- Of course not. And bring the cartridges.

Yes, sir.

Excuse, please.

What did you find, Mr. Chan?

Ghost of matches.

Here are the gun and bullets,
Mr. Chester.

If you ever take another drink
on duty, you're-

- What happened?
- Mr. Chan!

- What happened, Captain?
- Get a doctor. Hurry!

- Yes, sir.
- I'm sorry, Mr. Chan. I don't know what to say.

Happy bullet in leg rather than heart.

Thank you so much.

I thought you were cleaning the gun.
You said it wasn't loaded.

It wasn't when I left my room.

- Ten minutes so far.
- Hmm.

You got your gun, Pop?

Make excellent bedfellow.

May enter.

Hello.

I hear you ran into a bullet.

Contradiction, please.
Bullet ran into me.

I'm so sorry. Really, I am.

Sympathy reason for visit?

And to return the mysterious
little note that you sent me.

Clever idea, Mr. Chan.
My compliments.

Pleasure
to return compliment.

Clever deduction.

Good. And now that you've admitted
my ability as a detective...

why not let me in on the secret?

- Whom did you expect to catch?
- Maybe you have answer.

I wish I had. I liked
the old major a great deal.

If I can be
of any service, just, uh, give me a buzz.

Thank you so much.

Do you think he did it, Pop?

Ocean have many fish.

There it goes.

Man who set fire have
12 minutes to cover trail.

That's right. Now look, Pop...

Bagley said he was in his room 10 minutes
when he heard the alarm.

He could have done it,
and so could Mr. Chester...

because he was there
while the guard was outside.

But wait a minute! It might have been
that secretary of his too.

Because when I dropped his note,
he was coming up from the cargo deck.

You know...

I still think that Fenton's
the guy we want.

I could have sworn
someone was at that window.

Lee, come back.

Gee, Pop, what are you
always stopping me for?

Why don't you give me a chance
to clean this case up?

Foolish rooster who stick head
in lawn mower end in stew.

Look at you, laid up for the rest of the trip
with a bullet in your leg.

I'm not gonna let them get away with that.
I'm gonna find the guy that loaded that gun!

Oh, so it's you, eh?

What's he doing here, sir?
Is he annoying you?

- Very desperate character.
- But, gee, Pop.

What did you say?

Confine to brig, please.

Eagle eye for rest of voyage
bring reward.

Right you are, sir.
I'll stick to him like Scotch glue.

Thank you so much.

Move in there
and get a close-up.

A little closer, Mr. Bagley.
Mind keeping his head up? Thanks a lot.

All right, hold it.

- Thanks a lot, Mr. Chester. Thanks, Mr. Chan.
- Okay.

- Hello, Mr. Chester.
- Hello, boy. How are you?

- Feeling pretty fine, sir. My leg's almost as good as new.
- Well, I'm glad to hear it.

Say, I'm sorry you lost
that race in Melbourne.

I'll bet it never would have
happened if I'd been riding him.

That's all part of the game, boy.
Oh, I'm sorry.

This is Eddie Brill, the boy that used to
ride for me before I left America.

- This is Mr. Chan.
- Oh, I've heard a lot about you, Mr. Chan.

So pleased.

What about these threats
you received on the boat, Mr. Chester?

Avalanche will be under guard day and night,
and no one else will be allowed near him.

And I promise you that he will run
in the handicap, won't you, boy?

- All right. Take him out to the trailer, Bagley.
- How about you, Mr. Fenton?

Any of those new horses
you bought over there show any promise?

Yes, Gallant Lad. I plan on
entering him in the handicap Saturday.

Well, what do you think
of his chances?

Well, until the winner
crosses the finish line...

it's anybody's money,
isn't that right, Chester?

That's what makes horse racing.

Get down from there!

Whoa! Whoa, Gallant Lad!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa! Whoa!

Here, Lollipop!
Where you all goin'?

- Confound that monkey! Streamline!
- Yes, sir?

Get that monkey down from there
before he gets Avalanche crazy too.

Here, Mr. Fenton.

- Hurry up. Get him off of there.
- Yes, sir.

Behave yourself. You're
the "fickliest" fool I ever did see.

Why don't you like your friend
Gallant Lad no more?

Come on. Get going.
Get out of here.

Something very strange.

What, Pop?

Before fire, monkey dislike Avalanche.

Now dislike Gallant Lad.

Say, that is funny.

Not if horses switched.

By golly, I bet that's it.
They could get away with it too.

The horses look enough alike,
and they're the same build.

What you gonna do?

Go to hotel, take nap.

Hiya, Bagley.

I thought you were
in Australia.

- Yeah, I know you did. What's the new racket?
- I don't know what you mean.

That horse you just put in the trailer
ain't Avalanche. That's Gallant Lad.

- Aw, you're crazy.
- Yeah?

You can fool Chester.
He's half blind anyway. But I ain't.

That fire was started
on the boat to cover the switch.

Not so loud.

What's the idea puttin'
an unknown palooka in Avalanche's place?

- I can't answer that here.
- Okay, where?

Come along with me. We couldn't
make a dime betting on Avalanche.

He's the favorite.
The best we could get is even money.

Sure, and nobody's seen
Avalanche in America.

On the boat, the switch is made,
and now Avalanche, in disguise...

goes to the post
a horse no one ever heard of.

Comes in a long shot with big odds.
Catch on?

We're plastering the country with bets from
coast to coast at 20-to-1, and we'll clean up.

Boy, that's swell.
You guys can figure me in on that dough.

Aw, you're already in. Well, boys,
we've got a lot of work to do.

Lefty, take Collins and get him planted somewhere
where he can hide out and get a good rest.

Oh, sure. I know just the spot.

- Have a drink?
- Never touch it.

- Need any money?
- Well, yeah, I could use some.

Took almost all I had gettin'
away from Melbourne.

Well, here's a couple
of hundred for you.

Thanks, Bagley.
I guess I had you figured all wrong.

- That's all right.
- Let's go, Collins.

So long, fellas.

Good-bye, Collins.

Observe anything unusual
during night?

Not a thing. There's no one around
this track who doesn't belong here.

Avalanche is guarded so closely,
no one could get within a mile of him.

Innocent grass may conceal snake.

Not when you go through it
with a fine comb.

Avalanche?

No, Mr. Fenton is giving
his horse a workout first.

Well, if I can be of any
further service, Mr. Chan-

Grateful for all kindness, Captain Wade.

That's all right.

1:38 and four-fifths.
Not bad.

Well, he'll have to do better than that
if he's going to beat my horse.

Mr. Chester, they're bringing
Avalanche out now. Can I ride him?

- I wouldn't take a chance, Eddie.
- Aw, but I can handle him, sir.

- Honest, I can. I've been able to ride for months now.
- Some other time.

Whoa, Avalanche! Whoa!
Steady, boy! Steady!

Hold him! Hold him!
What's the matter with that horse?

What's the matter with that boy?
Why doesn't he pull him up?

- Look out. Look out. Be careful there.
- Come on now, boy. Hold him up.

They're gettin' him
all excited, Mr. Chester.

I think I'd better go over there.

Dad, our horse made better time than that
yesterday. What do you suppose is wrong?

- I told the boy to hold him back.
- What for?

Because I don't want to
advertise what we've got.

The odds will go down.

- That's a secret.
- Uh-oh.

Oh.

Interesting contraption,
isn't it, Mr. Chan?

Excuse ignorance.

May inquire nature
of strange device?

Oh, that's part of the latest
system for timing the races.

Uh, may explain, please?

Well, there's a lamp in here.

This directs a beam of light
across the track...

to that little box on the other side
which contains a photoelectric cell.

The moment a horse passes
through this beam, the cell operates...

and a picture of the finish of the race
is taken up there...

in the camera-eye booth.

Is possible to see, please?

Certainly. Come right along.

- Hello, Al.
- Hello, Barton.

Got a minute? I want you
to meet Mr. Chan, Mr. Charlie Chan.

- Oh, uh, glad to know you.
- Thank you so much.

Have you got time to explain the system, Al?
Mr. Chan is interested.

Oh, sure, sure.
Now to begin with, uh...

here's the diagram of the track.

At every quarter mile
there's a photoelectric cell.

Mr. Barton already explained.

- Shoot beam of light across track to time horses.
- That's right.

- Say, Avalanche is just about to break.
- Good.

I'll turn this on
and show you how it works.

Now, this light was automatically turned on
when he went through the first beam.

It also started the timer across the track.

He's coming to the first quarter.
Now watch this light.

- Twenty-three flat at the first quarter.
- Avalanche is sure in form.

Now, if you stand there beside the cameras,
Mr. Chan, and look down toward the track...

you'll see that they point directly over
the finish line ready to take a picture.

This switch turns on
the high-speed movie cameras...

and we're now ready to take
a picture of the finish.

Here he comes.

He's over. And now the film we just took
is being developed in this high-speed developer.

In less than two minutes' time,
Mr. Chan...

we have taken an actual picture of the finish
and sent it down to the judges' stand.

That's all there is to it.

Perfection of mechanical brain make
Charlie Chan very humble. Thank you so much.

Avalanche appears strangely excited.

Excuse, please.

Pop, I've got it. I've got it!

One moment, please. You disobey
instructions to remain here in room.

I wasn't helping any
by staying here, so-

So you visit racetrack stables.

Gee, Pop, how'd you know?

Hay do not grow in hotel.

Man who flirt with dynamite
sometime fly with angels.

Well, I'm not gonna
let you take all the chances.

Look, I got in the stable, and when
the guard stepped outside for a smoke...

I took some pieces of cotton
and some cleaning solution too.

Reveal black dye
on forehead of Gallant Lad...

and then white dye
on forehead of Avalanche?

Yeah, and there's the proof.

But if they've been switched,
how did Gallant Lad...

come within one second
of Avalanche's fastest time this morning?

There's a screw loose somewhere.

Maybe loose screw here in test tube.

Did you find something, Pop?

Managed to secure foam from
mouth of excited Avalanche...

after practice race
this morning.

Observe.

Bubbles prove foam contain very
powerful stimulant for heart.

Today make masquerader run very fast
to give appearance of champion.

I've got it, Pop. It's Chester and Fenton
in cahoot to cheat the public.

Also possible gambling ring cahooting
to cheat Chester and Fenton.

Yeah, but Pop,
what are we doing chasing gamblers?

I thought we were after
Major Kent's murderer.

Roots of tree lead in many directions.

Aw, gee, Pop, when are we
gonna arrest somebody?

Are you all right, Pop?

Quite all right.

Careful, now.

Man with gun like lightning...

never strike twice in same place.

It's sure lucky
that curtain went haywire.

Correction, please. Use string.

So.

Arranged simple device
to give warning.

Observe.

When window raised, string
trips shade and releases same.

- Safe now to sleep.
- Sleep? We've got to do something to stop those birds.

- Have idea to trap birds.
- Okay, Pop. Let's have it.

In morning, you rent
Chinese laundry wagon.

Disguise self as Chinese laundry boy.

Good night.

But that Chinese dick is wise
to the whole thing.

Oh, don't get excited. I know every move
Chan's made since he left the track this afternoon.

Suppose he phones the cops,
tries to pull something tomorrow?

That's been taken care of too.

The line to his room's been tapped, and Joe's
listening to every call that goes in or out.

Suppose you let me handle Chan.
Did you get that timing head finished?

Yeah, and, boy, it works like a charm.
Come on. I wanna show you.

Now, just before the handicap, I replace
the timing head at the three-quarter pole...

with this phony and load it with this.

So if any other horse is ahead of Gallant Lad,
we got nothing to worry about.

All right, here we go.
Lefty, you pull him through.

That ought to stop him.
Sure there won't be any slipup?

Nah, this isn't gonna be operated
from any camera-eye booth.

I'm gonna handle it myself.

Well, what's happened, Mr. Chester?

Another threat left at my hotel.
Listen.

"This is your last chance. Withdraw
Avalanche before it's too late."

Lansing, they can't intimidate me.
I'm running my horse in this race...

- and I demand protection for him.
- And he'll get it.

The Association has something at stake too-
the confidence of 80,000 people out there...

who depend on us to
protect them from racketeers.

Wade, get hold of every available man.

Station them around the track
and near the stables.

- Detail two to guard Mr. Chester.
- Yes, sir.

- Mr. Chan been around?
- I haven't seen him.

- Phone him. Tell him to get here fast as he can.
- Yes, sir.

Let's go to the stables.

Have assurance of immediate departure.
Thank you so much.

How do I look, Pop?

What's the matter?
Something happened?

Mr. Chester receive
another threatening letter.

I've been thinking this over, Pop,
and I'll bet you that Barton guy-

Useless talk like boat without oar.
Get no place.

- Have firecrackers?
- Oh, you'll be surprised.

Correction, please.
Hope someone else get surprise.

Come quick.

Keep moving and not a word
out of either one of you. Get going.

Philadelphia can handle
two grand on Gallant Lad at 18-to-1.

- Take it.
- Place two grand.

Hello, Chicago.
What are the odds on Gallant Lad?

Let me know when they're 20-to-1.

San Francisco reporting
Gallant Lad at 20-to-1.

- Grab it.
- Place 10 grand.

Hello, Cincinnati,
how much can you handle? Five grand.

Oh, so you got him, huh?

- What'll we do with him?
- In there. We'll take care of him later.

Come on.

Better put 'em in there.

I'll take care of'em.

Clever Chinese, huh?

Stuck your snoot in the wrong racket
this time, didn't you?

- Hey, what'd he say?
- He say you're right.

Sit down.

Chuck, turn on the radio.

Here's a news flash that
has already swept the grandstand...

and sent chills and thrills racing
through the veins of 80,000 people.

We have just learned that another threat
has been made against Avalanche.

But the owner of
today's favorite...

in spite of the danger to himself and
his horse, refuses to withdraw his entry.

And here's more news,
ladies and gentlemen, just received.

The Chesterjockey backs out
in the face of danger.

Avalanche is now without a rider.

I'm sorry, Mr. Chester,
but I don't want to take the chance.

All right, if that's
the way you feel about it.

- Any of you other boys game?
- Not me.

- No, sir.
- Not me.

- I don't want any part of him.
- Not today.

- Gilroy.
- Yes, sir.

If I put one of the other boys
on Gallant Lad, will you ride Avalanche?

- No, thanks.
- That's very decent of you, Warren.

- Oh, forget it.
- I just heard about it on the radio, Mr. Chester.

I'll ride him for you. Please let me.

All right, Eddie.
You win this race for me...

you'll find $10,000 in your pocket for
that specialist you've been wanting to see.

Oh, gee, Mr. Chester, thanks!

It's the most exciting day
this track has ever known.

There's mystery in the air,
ladies and gentlemen, real mystery.

And here's some more news.

Eddie Brill-
And who doesn't remember Eddie...

when he won the handicap
two years ago?

Eddie is going to ride the favorite.

- Uh, may have makings, please?
- Sure, why not?

Thousands are crowding
the betting booths.

The odds on Avalanche
are less than even money but no takers.

Golden Fleece is next at 3-to-1. Shrapnel
follows at four and so on down the line.

Hold Away at 10-to-1,
Moneymaker at 10-to-1...

Court Jester at 12,
Honey Girl at 15-to-1...

and, last but not least,
Gallant Lad at 17-to-1.

But I�ve just received word that the odds...

- are falling.
- Get gun.

It is estimated that over
a quarter million dollars...

will change hands over
the result of this handicap.

This money has been waiting
for the feature race of the day.

If any horse should beat Avalanche,
it'll be the biggest turf upset of this meeting.

- But who can tell? There may be a horse that can beat Avalanche.
- Lee.

And many are betting that way.

That's what makes horse racing, ladies
and gentlemen. May the best horse win.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's almost time...

for the feature race,
the Santa Juanita Handicap.

The entries are arriving at
the receiving barn for the final inspection.

With Brill up, Avalanche's odds drop again.

Where are you goin'?

Oh, "bling laundly." So "solly," really late.

Make, uh, hurry up,
very quick, please, huh?

Go on, but take it easy.

Need three small minutes
at receiving barn alone.

When give signal with hat...

laundry boy must become
center of attention.

Okay, Pop. Be careful.

Just a moment.

Have most important business
with honorable paddock judge.

You couldn't get in there now
if you were first cousin to the favorite.

Do not claim relationship
with noble animal.

Business most urgent.

Now listen, I just told you-

What's going on here?

- I don't know, sir.
- What's that idiot doing?

Very sorry.
Apologize later.

Hey, you!

Oh. Motor in back.
Maybe machine gun, huh?

Hey, you, come on here!
Come out of here!

The timing head at the three-quarter post
isn't working.

I'll phone Al.

Hello.

I'll take care of it right away.

Remove dye from head of each horse.

Avalanche is Avalanche,
and Gallant Lad, Gallant Lad.

Both horses now run
under true colors.

Why, this will force the head
of the gambling ring into the open.

It'll hit him in his most vital spot.

Like bumblebee in pants.

Suggest we go to saddling stall.

Out in front, Eddie,
and keep him there.

- Yes, sir. I'll be ridin' him all the way.
- Okay, boy.

Valet, hold this horse.

Plan most successful.

Joe, somebody's double-crossed us.
The horses have been switched back again.

Oh, you're crazy. No one could do it
but that Chinese dick, and he's here.

Hey, Frank, see if Chan's still in there.

- All right!
- Just a minute.

All right, boys, take it easy now.

You lose before race start.

Come on.

And, at last, the call to the track.

Terry on Number 1, Gringo.
Healey on Number 2, Wild Bill.

Cross on Number 3, Shrapnel,
Thomas on Number 4, Gallant Lad.

Richardson on Number 5, Golden Fleece.
Beaumont on Number 6, Elsie Lee...

And Eddie Brill on Number 7, Avalanche,
the favorite, the mystery horse.

Better bring your party
in here, Mr. Chester.

- Stand back, please. Stand back.
- Thank you, Wade.

- Hello, Denny.
- Hello, Alice.

They're almost to the starting gate.

I suppose you're certain
Avalanche is going to win.

Sure, we've got it all figured out.
Haven't we, Denny?

Oh, absolutely. The wrong horse wins,
he loses all his money.

I get it, and you marry me.

- Yeah.
- Oh. It looks like a start.

They're off!

Avalanche is steadily moving up.

Elsie Lee is crowding him close to the rail.

Avalanche still keeps coming.

Brill is riding with the patience
for which this boy is noted.

Richardson on Golden Fleece
is using his whip.

He's set the pace,
but the stamina of his horse...

is not equal to the terrific speed
that Avalanche shows at the half.

Golden Fleece and Avalanche are out
together with Golden Fleece tiring.

Avalanche is holding his own with
that reserve for which he's famous.

Avalanche is forging ahead. He's every bit
the horse they promised us-a real favorite.

Avalanche moves into the lead.
Nothing can stop him now.

It looks as if he�ll establish
a track record for the distance.

We couldn't believe this horse Avalanche
was as good as they promised, but he is.

He's better. Avalanche is now a length
in front. He's got the race in the bag.

There's no doubt about it, ladies
and gentlemen. The favorite is still favored.

At the three-quarter-
Something's happened!

He's lost his stride.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
He's recovered. He's back again.

He passes one horse after another.

He's almost the real defender again.
He's passed Shrapnel.

He's passing Hold Away.
He's taking the measure of Golden Fleece.

He's still got a chance.
You've never seen a race like this before.

This is the wonder horse of the age,
the king of the turf. Here he comes.

He's a horse in 10 million.

Avalanche is giving everything he's got.
He's back with the leaders again.

Golden Fleece falters.
Avalanche is at his quarters.

He's even. They're fighting it out
neck and neck. Here they come-

two magnificent animals tearing out
their hearts in one last terrific struggle.

There's hardly an inch between them
as they shoot down the stretch.

This is a finish that's going down
in history. I've never seen another like it.

The final 50 yards. Avalanche literally
hurls himself across the finish line.

He's over! Avalanche wins!

He's down!

Wait a minute!
Wait a minute!

Clear the track, everybody!
Everybody off the track!

Come on, Meers. Cough it up.

Who's the ringleader?
Who's been givin' you orders?

- Nobody's been giving us orders.
- You're lyin'.

Look here, I'll talk to the D.A.
We'll make it easy on you.

That wouldn't do any good.
They'd get me just like they got Tip Collins.

Tip Collins? That's the guy they fished out
of the ocean at Santa Monica this morning!

Yes?

- The police are here now, sir.
- You can let them come in.

I'll take 'em down
to headquarters, Mr. Lansing.

- Maybe we can get more out of'em there.
- Come on.

Look here, Lansing. I object to being
held here like this for no apparent reason.

We were rushed off the track so fast I didn't
even have time to collect any of my bets.

Won't you be seated, ladies? I'm sorry,
but this is at Mr. Chan's request.

- Then where is Mr. Chan?
- Present.

- Oh, Mr. Chan.
- Thank you.

Uh, happy to report
Avalanche and jockey...

as son Lee would say, hunky-dory.

Uh, please to sit down.

Warren, did you know that
up to 20 minutes before the race...

Avalanche was in your stall
disguised as Gallant Lad?

What? Why,
such a thing is impossible.

The switch was first made
on the boat by Bagley.

- Then why are we all herded up here like a lot of criminals?
- Mr. Chan will explain.

Have here enlarged picture.

Uh, show finish of race.
Observe, please.

Dart in shoulder of Avalanche.

But where did it come from?

Who could have fired it
with so many people around?

Explanation here in timing head.

Also pleased to report...

person who fire same
now in custody.

But I still don't see
what we've got to do with it, Mr. Chan.

Perhaps can help,
uh, solving fresh mystery.

Dart very evident here...

yet strangely absent one moment later...

when doctor examine Avalanche.

All present were first to reach
side of noble animal.

Someone use cover of
excitement to remove dart.

- A polite way of telling us we're going to be searched?
- Have objection?

Not the slightest.
You won't find it on me, Mr. Chan.

Please. Also.

This is nonsense. Now wait a minute.

Dad, please.
We've nothing to worry about.

Here it is.

- Dad!
- Someone put that in my pocket.

I wasn't within
six feet of Avalanche.

It was you. You were one of the first
to reach him, because I remember-

Just a minute, Fenton.
I see this all very clearly now.

You wanted to buy Avalanche all along.

When I refused to sell, you stole him
and substituted your horse.

- That's not true. Dad only made his offer to protect Avalanche.
- The whole thing's ridiculous.

The whole thing is obvious. You're the only one
who would have profited by the exchange.

With Avalanche running for you as a ringer
at 20-to-1, you'd have cleaned up a fortune.

I guess that settles it, Mr. Fenton.
You're under arrest.

- How dare you say that about my father!
- I'll say more than that.

Your father murdered Major Kent
who raised Avalanche...

because he would have
seen through the switch at once.

He had to be gotten out of the way,
so you struck him down...

with a winch shoe to make it appear
that Avalanche kicked him to death.

- That's a lie!
- Alice!

Pardon, please.

How you know winch shoe
kill honorable major?

- Why, everyone knew that.
- Contradiction, please.

Only three beside humble self
knew name of death weapon.

Honorable chief of police...

most honorable captain of boat...

and murderer.

You convict self.

Thank you so much.

It's all very amusing, but I think
it's carrying a joke a little too far.

Cold-blooded murder no joke.

You and Major Kent frequently quarreled
because of your gambling losses.

- Well, what of it?
- Fearing investigation of same...

would reveal self
as head of gambling ring...

you kill honorable major
on board ship.

It isn't true! My husband often quarreled with Dad,
but he couldn't have done such a thing.

Truth sometimes
like stab of cruel knife.

You very clever but make mistake.

On boat in Honolulu when you
receive threatening letter...

have no difficulty
reading same without glasses...

because contents familiar.

But glasses necessary
to read very legible...

time stamp on envelope.

Suspected hoax then,
so get corroboration later...

when you need glasses
to read fake letter...

sent by humble self.

Next mistake.
When Avalanche received cruel dart...

you make haste to remove same...

fearing evidence point to self.

Anticipating search
on sudden call to appear here...

you put dart in pocket
of Mr. Fenton.

I think you'll have a little difficulty
in proving that idiotic story.

Contradiction, please.

Proof already in evidence.

Blood of unfortunate
Avalanche.

Take away, please.

So sorry.

Mr. Chan, I have a confession to make.

Have already arranged for you to make same
to honorable stewards of track.

- You knew?
- Too bad you did not expose plot...

when you first discover
switch of horses.

Temptation to cash in
most unfortunate.

Mr. Lansing, I will remove my stable
from the track at once.

I think that's very wise.

Wait for me, Dad. I just want
to say good-bye to Mr. Chan.

I don't know how to thank you, Mr. Chan.
You've done so much for Dad.

Uh, young man win money on race?

Enough to furnish
a four-room flat, I guess.

Good wife best household furniture.

Hey, Pop, I've got another hot clue.

Save for next case, please.