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46, agent for the Chinese army. You were
a spy?

Get back to the hotel.

Why don't I take him to a farm in the
new territory?

He can have a quiet, peaceful grave
without anyone nosing around.

Where? Here?

I only hesitated bringing it to you, Mr.
Ryder, because it's not one of a kind.

I told you I'm not interested in
replicas, however cleverly they're done.

Good Lord.

It's not a replica, Mr. Zeider. What I
meant was that there's a companion piece

to this one which is owned by the royal
family.

Of what country? Why, of England, of
course.

Of course.

Willie.

Maureen.

What else have you to show me today,
Mrs. Grant?

There's only one of these in the entire
world, Mr. Snyder.

Interestingly enough, it was
commissioned by the Empress Dowager in

1864, and then later presented to the
King of Portugal in 1866.

The man has just left for New York.

New York? Are you positive?

I'm positive.

My man just saw him get on the plane.

How could they let him leave the
mainland with those charges against him?

Supposedly, there's a witness in New
York that can prove that Min is

innocent.

If he's found innocent by that people's
court, then he'll award the contract for

the construction of the steel mill in
Shantung to the Canadians.

However...

He's found guilty.

Or if he never leaves New York, then his
assistant will take over and

my company is certain to get that
contract.

It's a one billion dollar contract, Mr.
Evans.

As much as I'm opposed to violence,
Min-Lo Chan must die in New York.

I just can't get over it.

What is that, Jonah? Well, we're the
same age, but who would ever guess that?

Nobody, that's who.

You look very distinguished, my friend.
Oh, distinguished, yes.

But I can't get over how much younger
you look.

We went to college together.

Did he ever tell you that? Yes.

I got better grades than he did.

Dated prettier girls than he did.

Uh-huh.

That's not quite true.

Well, some of the time. I was even voted
by my club as the man most likely to

succeed. And you have.

Impressive. Yeah, I've got a few
newspapers and such.

But you, you're not only younger looking
than I am, but you're the Minister of

Industrial Development for China.

And I'm still just a newspaper man. You
are too modest, Jonah.

Well, how was lunch? Very nice.

Is the afternoon paper out yet? It's on
your desk.

Good. Would you mind showing Emily
around the plant while Min and I have a

little chat? Oh, I'd be glad to.

I'll just get someone to cover the
calls, and then I will give you the VIP

tour. You're very kind.

Your article is most flattering.

It's my pleasure.

Sit down, sit down.

Well, there are a million things that
I'd like to ask you about China.

I hardly know where to begin.

I'll tell you anything you want to know.

But first, may I impose on our
friendship?

Anything you want, just ask for it.

It's a large favor.

And it's for me, personally.

Menace, I've got an order. I'm going to
be quite a grump.

And if there's anything I lose patience
with, it's beating around the bush.

Back in 1946, before I came to this
country, I was an agent for the Chinese

army. You were a spy?

One day, when we were in the region
north of Peking, this man

came to me.

with the news that the U.S. Marine
Station in Chin Tao would like to meet

with me.

He was a schoolteacher with a good
reputation.

So I met with the Marines, three of
them.

They wanted to know the size of the army
that was marching on Peking, the number

of tanks and armored vehicles, for which
they would pay me $10,000.

An offer that I presume you refused.

Of course I refused.

And that was the end of it, until a few
months ago.

Jonah, can you help me find those three
Marines?

Well, 1946,

that was a long time ago, but I guess if
I contact some

of my friends at the State Department...
No, your government must not know about

this. But, men, if I check the... I
can't take the risk, Jonah.

There are people in your government who
would like to see me convicted of the

charges that will be brought against me.

Charges?

I will be charged with having sold
secret information of the Chinese army

to the U.S. Marines.

And I will also be charged with having
robbed and killed the Chinese school

teacher that brought us together.

If you are thinking that you don't want
to be involved, I understand.

Min, you were always very good at
calculus in college and chemistry and

physics.

But as I recall, you were never very
good at reading minds.

I know you.

I know you're not a thief.

I know you're not a murderer.

Of course, I'll help you if I can.

Thank you, Joe.

Now, how are finding these three
ex-Marines help you?

They know that I'm innocent.

They're the only ones who could give
testimony to the Board of Inquiry in

China. I see.

So all I've got to do is to locate three
ex-Marines without involving the State

Department. But I think I've got it.

Peter Parker did a feature story about a
Marine officer a few weeks ago.

Maybe he's got an in.

Give me Peter Parker.

Great. Listen, I need your help
unofficially.

Okay. Now, this could save a man's
career, maybe even his life.

I need to know the names and whereabouts
of those three Marines.

That's the only clue in this picture?

No, I know that they were all in North
China together. They were in Tsingtao,

China, in September of 1946.

Their mission was to buy secret military
information about Mao's army.

Well, that's better.

I say you need it. Yesterday.

How about tomorrow?

That would be beautiful.

Oh, it's also very important that this
inquiry not be traced back to my

newspaper or anyone on it.

Oh, Peter.

Major, please, trust me.

Okay. You were straight when you wrote
that article about me.

So you'll call me tomorrow with their
names and last known whereabouts?

Right. Tsingtao, China, September 1946.

Who else is in the house with them?

Housekeeper and a cook.

I'm still suffering from jet lag.

What you need is a steam bath.

Dry steam.

Works for me every time.

What I need is some sleep.

You guys figure out some genius plan to
knock off the old guy, will you?

I want to take a nap.

Okay, the first name on our list is
Jonathan Fleming.

I appreciate your help very much, Mr.
Parker.

Well, I didn't do much. My friend at the
Marine Corps got these names.

Now, Mr. Mann, I want you to understand
that we may have nothing at all on these

men here, but if we don't, we'll just
get cancer.

It seems strange being here in this
morgue, as you call it, trying to find

three men who, for all I know, Maybe
death.

even got inside the building.

Well, there's nothing more we can do
here.

We've got the gun, we've got the man.
The only thing we're missing is a

motive. Are you, uh, you absolutely
certain there's nothing you can tell me,

Mr. Min?

He just got here three days ago,
Lieutenant.

He's on a good world trip.

I spent in this country for more than 30
years.

Okay. There will be a complete set of
pictures and a story about the

mysterious gunman on the front page in
the next edition.

Well, if Spider-Man shows up...

Tell him I need him as a material
witness.

Otherwise I can only book the guy for
possession of a deadly weapon and I can

hardly hold him very long on a charge
like that.

I'll be in touch.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Kill the story.

I beg your pardon? You heard me. I said
kill the story about the gunman stalking

through the morgue while Min was here.

And I don't want anybody talking about
it. Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Thank you, gentlemen.

You're welcome.

And that goes for you too, Parker.

It's never happened.

Well, I understand, but let's be honest.
There were only two people down here in

this morgue, and the gunman obviously
wasn't coming after me.

Mr. Min, it seems to me like you need
round-the-clock police protection.

You're absolutely right, Peter, but I
can't afford to attract that kind of

attention.

My superiors will hear about it. Your
government will hear about it.

No, I guess I just have to be more
careful.

I don't think you understand. Just drop
it, Parker.

Perhaps I should stay at home more.

Peter, when you collect the information
about the three men, will you please

come over to my niece's house?

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

I'm a little tired, Jonah. Would you
mind getting me a cab?

Certainly.

This is Mr. Evans.

What happened to my call to Hong Kong?

No, I don't want you to call me back.
Try it now.

I'll hold on.

Hey, Owen.

Why?

When being why?

Being why when Mr. Zeider?

Chung?

Put the boss on, will you?

Evans calling you, sir.

Yes, Mr. Evans.

We almost got him, but... Spare me the
details, Mr. Evans.

When are you going to try again?

Tomorrow. Then call me tomorrow.

It was a lot harder than I thought it
was going to be, Mr. Zeider.

You see, he's gotten involved with one
of the newspapers.

And I think they're going to get him
police protection.

I don't want to hear the sordid details.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Just do it.

And let me know when it's done.

That's all he says. Just do it.

Who does he think I am?

His highly paid, trained bear.

Very funny.

Hey, listen.

We're gonna need another guy.

Woosley's gonna be in a slammer for a
while, so we're gonna need someone.

Okay. But this time, get me somebody
who's smart, will ya?

You got it.

So, you've got nothing to tell me, huh?

Well, where shall I begin?

I was born of average parents in a small
hamlet nestled in the Pocono Mountains.

Peter. It was all woods and green,
forests and streams.

It was wild corn. It was Indian country,
you see. And there were signs all over

the place of this... Um, the robbery or
the shooting or whatever it was that

happened in the Bugle Press Room
yesterday. I heard all about it from

Lieutenant Olsen.

Yeah, well, we killed that story. I
know. Why?

To save a man's life, Julie. What man?

Just skip it, okay? Yeah, well, level
with me, and I might.

Look, I just don't think it would be
safe for you to know about this.

You're sounding ridiculously
melodramatic, and I'm sick of you

protecting me, Peter. Well, some ladies
like to be protected.

Oh. Well, tell me the truth.

Then let me decide if I want to be
protected or not.

We've been through a lot together.

Yeah, I know.

Have I ever let you down?

I mean, have I ever breached a
confidence?

If you've told me to lay off the story
and I've agreed to, have I ever gone

back on my word?

Okay.

The man who was captured is probably an
assassin.

I don't know, Uncle.

Perhaps you're putting too much trust in
Mr. Jameson and his people.

One can only trust whom one trusts.

Now, Uncle, you're getting very Chinese
on me.

Very well, my American niece.

Whom do you trust?

My family. You, of course.

And...

And no one else.

When you get older, when you fall in
love, when you have to depend on other

people besides your family, then you'll
be more trusting.

Perhaps.

Hold it.

We'll give them a minute to get
comfortable.

Mr. Min, Emily.

Thank you for coming, Peter.

Yes, well, I got information on each of
the three men. Now, it's not very up to

date, but at least it's a start.

Very good.

Emily, Peter will surely have some tea.

Oh, yes, thank you.

Uncle, were you expecting someone?

Will you please pour the young man a cup
of tea?

Kiss your uncle goodbye.

Get everybody out of here but the old
man.

That yo-yo jumped out the window.

Well, we got what we came for.

Get the ladies out of here.

I'm not leaving my uncle.

Better do as they say. No!

I'm not going to cooperate with these
killers.

Who said anything about killing?

All we want to do is ask him a few
questions.

You tried to kill him yesterday, and if
it weren't for... Lloyd!

It's Spider-Man, Uncle.

Thank you.

I want the police. It's an emergency.

Emily,

what happened to your uncle? You can
see.

Well, did he have a heart attack? Leave
me alone.

But, Emily, I... He's an old man who
left us. You ran away.

No, no, no. I ran to get the police,
Emily.

Just go away. I realize how upset you
are, but... Will you give her a break?

I didn't know your uncle had a weak
heart.

You're a coward.

You left us to be killed.

I never want to see you again.

Hey, uh... She, uh, she's just upset.
She's scared.

Listen, Pete, I have to get a
description of that third man from you.

The one who got away? I got it from the
young lady, but she was so... Pete?

I took Lou Stemple. I'd like you to take
this guy. His name is Martin Fulmer.

And I'll take Jonathan Fleming.

If I find Fulmer, you want me to
interview him? No. Just stick to the

telephone.

You see, the people who tried to kill
Min also have these men's files.

Just try to find them, and once you do,
let me know as soon as possible.

How long do we have?

I don't know. It'll be a race to see who
finds them first.

Now, I told Rita that we should all get
together tomorrow afternoon and see what

we've come up with. So why don't you
meet me here outside my building, okay?

Okay.

That's it.

How is Mr. Mann?

I don't know.

You ever check for the hospital?

No.

Look, thanks a lot for helping out with
this. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

What about their fingerprints is the way
to find these guys?

I already got the fingerprints from the
Marine Corps. I gave them to Lieutenant

Olsen. He should have something for me
in the morning.

Peter, it's not your fault that Mr. Min
had a heart attack.

Yeah.

It sounds to me like his heart attack
was caused by the strain of those guys

busting into the house, waving guns
around. Emily blames me for running

away. To get the police.

Peter.

It's only because I have to prevent
anyone from knowing that I'm Spider-Man

that I ran away.

You're a coward. You left us to be
killed.

If only I could tell you. I never want
to see you again.

I didn't know you had a bad heart, Mr.
Min. If I had known, I wouldn't have run

away. I swear, I wouldn't have run away.

Menlo Chan's room, please.

944. Thank you.

How is he, Emily?

The doctor says it's too early to tell.

I mean, is he conscious?

Yes, he's conscious.

And sweet as always.

And furthermore, you've turned this into
some kind of cheap farce with your

fumbling. Mr. Zeider, I told you he had
a heart attack. A bad heart attack.

How do you know that?

One of my men had a few drinks with one
of the nurses who was taking care of

him. He's in a bad way.

I want him dead.

I know.

We're working on a plan.

He'll never leave the hospital alive.

If you ever expect to set foot in Asia
again, you will not fail.

I won't fail.

What about the photographs of those
Marines?

Well, Min obviously is trying to locate
the Marines in the pictures.

They're probably involved in the charges
of corruption against him.

You better find them before he does and
then persuade them not to cooperate.

It'll be expensive.

I want that contract to build the steel
mill in Shantung. I don't care about the

expenses.

Don't you understand that by now?

Okay.

And what about the newspaper
photographer?

He's obviously trying to help men find
those men.

Get rid of him.

I'll take care of everything.

Goodbye.

You get in that hospital ward and figure
out the best time to hit the old man.

Bertino, you and I have got to go and
arrange to buy some confidential

computer records.

Then I want you to wipe out that
photographer.

His name is Peter Parker.

Professor Dent?

Hi, I'm Peter Parker. I'm a graduate
student in physics, but I took one of

your courses in Far East history.

Yes. Well, if you have a couple of
minutes, I'd like to talk to you. I have

a dental appointment.

I have to be brief, I'm afraid.

Well, thank you. You know, I remember so
much about your course, it really made

an impression on me. I'm not exactly
sure why, but it did. Really?

Yes. I've been working for a newspaper
for the last year or so.

I've encountered some really fascinating
people and interesting stories.

It's amazing, you know.

Some of them are funny.

Some of them are not so funny.

Yes.

I still have another minute, Mr. Parker.

Was there anything else you wanted to
say?

Yes, as a matter of fact, there is.

Problem is, I just don't know how to say
it.

Well, perhaps some other time.

It's about Menlo Chan.

The Chinese gentleman you were with in
North China in 1946, and you were in the

Marines, and your name was Jonathan
Fleming, which is your real name now.

I'm not trying to invade your privacy.
You already have. It's very important.

Please let me explain. I'm just going to
pretend we never had this conversation.

You understand?

That should only get you five to ten
years for assault with a deadly weapon.

No big deal.

What'll it take to get me loose,
Spider-Man? Oh, you're not going

anywhere, pal.

I can't afford another felony.

Is that a fact?

I meant it.

They get me on another rap with a gun
and I'm gone forever.

You work for the guy who tried to kill
the Chinese minister, right?

When are they going to try to kill him
again?

Ask me something else, anything else.

They're going to get him in the hospital
tomorrow night.

Okay, now I need to know names and where
I can find them. Don't ask me that.

They'll get me in whatever jail they put
me in and they'll kill me.

You're right.

What are they going to do about the
three ex-Marines?

Two guys are going to pick up some
microfilm in the Brooklyn Subway Museum

tomorrow at 4.30.

The microfilm will tell my boss where to
find the Marines.

Okay.

I'll tell the police you were very
cooperative.

I don't care what you think.

Even though my uncle agreed to it, I
will not permit it. Well, the doctor

said that it was okay to move him.

It's too dangerous. He's had a bad
attack.

I don't want him to die.

Look, I am telling you, I... Excuse me,
folks.

They are planning to try to kill him
here tomorrow night.

How do you know that?

From Spider-Man.

Spider-Man told you?

Yes, we're friends.

It's true, they are.

The bugle's gotten lots of stories and
photographs just because of Peter's

relationship with Spider-Man.

Well, I don't see what you and he have
in common, but I don't doubt the two of

you. That is settled.

The bugle can print the story of Min's
death on the front page of tomorrow's

afternoon edition.

And so will the register.

Believe me, it's the best way to keep
him alive.

Then early tomorrow, the doctor will
move him into surgery.

And from surgery, we'll have him
transferred into a private hospital.

Is that okay?

All right.

If you two are willing to do that, I see
no reason why I should oppose it.

Good. Then let's go in and tell your
uncle that we're all in agreement.

I appreciate you two announcing my
death.

I do think it will keep me alive.

I'm sure of it, sir.

Peter, Emily, I want you both to make me
a promise.

Whatever you want.

What, Uncle?

No matter what happens, I want you two
to trust each other.

I don't think... And I want your promise
that you two will work together.

To find a man who can clear me.

Peter.

Emily agrees.

How about you?

Of course.

Very well.

I will gratefully provide.

whatever money necessary for you two to
take the Marines to China so

that they can testify in my behalf.

Then it's settled.

You rest well, my friend.

Jonah.

We'll go for the film right after the
tourist train gets in.

Welcome to the New York City Transit
Exhibition. Right this way, please.

We have some very interesting exhibits
for you.

If you will follow me to the upper
level, we will begin our tour of some 70

years of progress, not only in subway
cars, but early photographs.

Got him.

Lou, come back.

The train will finish him.

Hi, Herman. Hi, Mr. Parker. How are you?
I'm all right. Can I have a hot dog,

please? Coming right up.

This afternoon's late edition.

This evening's early edition.

Okay.

You girls want one?

No, thanks.

What's the matter?

It's bursitis.

Thank you.

Well, this ought to keep Mr. Min safe
for a little while anyway.

Now all we have to do is hope that they
read the papers.

Okay, so what did you two find out about
our ex-Marines?

Sorry, Peter, but Lou Stemple is dead.

Killed in an industrial accident about
three years ago in Cleveland.

And I couldn't track down any of his
living relatives.

Well, what I got was slightly better.
Not a lot, though.

Martin Fulmer is in the intensive care
unit of a veterans hospital in Florida.

You're kidding. Well, how's he doing?

Well, he'll be out of intensive care in
a week or ten days. But then it's bed

rest for a couple weeks at least.

He almost died on the operating table.

Oh, great.

So that leaves us with Jonathan Fleming,
who's going under the name of Roderick

Dent. Oh, he's alive and well, all
right.

But he ran like a bandit when I
confronted him.

Do you think he'd be more receptive to
two ladies?

I tell you what, if I strike out with
him tomorrow, he's all yours.

He's your only hope. You've got to get
him to cooperate.

I know.

Well, where's the microfilm?

Spider-Man got it.

You idiot.

Have you any idea how much it cost to
get that microfilm? I had it, and I...

And you blew it?

Somebody tipped him off.

Don't give me that.

I'm going to teach you to blow a gig for
me.

Bang!

You're dead, Joe.

What's going on? This is what's going
on.

So?

So I'm going back to Hong Kong a hero,
that's what.

Menlo Chan is dead.

I'm taking a plane tomorrow night. While
I'm gone, you guys tail that newspaper

photographer just to make sure there's
nothing funny going on.

I know this is hard for you, sir. What
you said before is true. I am invading

your privacy, but I am not interested in
anything that you have to say.

I just thought that if you knew that a
man's career, I mean, his whole life was

at stake.

that you might be willing to cooperate.

You thought wrong, Mr. Parker. I'm not
trying to blackmail you. Goodbye, Mr.

Parker. Wait just a minute. You don't
leave me alone. I happen to know that

you stole the $10,000.

I also know that you killed the Chinese
schoolteacher. I know that you were

court-martialed, that you spent two
years in jail, and that you received a

dishonorable discharge.

Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit
you like that.

It doesn't make any difference.

You have got to help me. I mean, you
just have to help me.

That's ironic.

That's very ironic.

What? What is?

Those are the exact words I said to my
buddy back in China.

I told him that he knew I didn't kill
that teacher.

That he had to help me.

Wait a minute. Are you saying you did
not kill the Chinese school teacher?

That's right, Mr. Parker.

My buddy, Lou Stemple, stole the money
and shot the teacher.

Oh, he planted some of the money in my
belongings.

Just enough so they made a case against
me.

Like you, no one else believed me.

Well, I admit it is difficult to
believe.

And your buddy Stemple is dead, so we
can't ask him now, can we?

I have proof now, but it's just a little
late.

What do you have?

Poor Lou Stemple died.

He sent me a letter.

He was a religious man, it seemed.

And in the letter, he confessed that...

He killed the teacher and stole the
money.

Asked my forgiveness.

I even wrote him back.

Forgiving him.

Can you imagine that?

Forgiving him.

And you say that you have this letter
that Stemple wrote you? Yeah.

Suppose I'll save it until I die.

You know, he sent a photograph of the
teacher and his wife and kids.

For some reason, Stemple kept it, God
knows why.

Well, if you have the letter and a
photograph, and with your testimony, you

just might be able to help Mr. Min.

And will you try?

If the Chinese would believe neither Min
nor I killed the

teacher, then maybe, just maybe, the
Marine Corps would believe it, too.

My newspaper will back you on that. You
know they will.

Oh, I... I'd like to remove that stain
from my record.

From my life.

Deep, deep feeling.

Where's Mr. Deider?

It's done.

So, the newspaper photographer and Min's
niece are coming to Hong Kong with that

ex-marine. I don't see what you're so
upset about.

Min is dead. That's what I was supposed
to do, wasn't it? See that he never

returned from New York alive.

Well, okay.

Died of a heart attack instead of a
bullet in the head, but he's dead.

That's what you wanted. That's what
you've got.

And why do you suppose that photographer
and Min's niece and the ex-marine are

coming here?

I don't know.

Come on, Mr. Evans.

Make a stab at it.

Well, to clear his name so that the
ex-marine can testify to clear Min's

name. Very good, Mr. Evans.

Why would that be important to Min
inasmuch as he is dead?

I guess it's the Chinese thing about
honor and keeping one's name clean for

the ancestors.

What are you laughing at?

He's laughing at your ignorance, Mr.
Evans. That's what he's laughing at.

You've lived in China for years and you
don't know a thing about the Chinese.

But it's in the paper. I mean, you can
see it. The photographer works on flat

paper.

Photographer. Han Min's niece and an
ex-marine are coming to China to

vindicate Min.

And then, Mr. Evans, Min Lo Chan will
mysteriously return from the dead.

and take over as Minister of Industrial
Development, and I will lose the

contract to build a steel room.

I made some inquiries.

There was no funeral.

The body was not returned to China.

You have been had, Mr. Evans.

I mean, low chance about as dead as you
are.

Well, a newspaper photographer and the
girl have seen me, so...

I guess Chung better tell them.

Good idea, Mr. Evans.

Get rid of the ex-Marine or anybody else
who tries to stop you.

Make it look like an accident.

Because the Hong Kong police are not as
inefficient as they are back in the

States. Yes, Mr. Zeider.

Do not fail this time, Mr. Evans.

Because if you do, the Hong Kong
newspaper will carry an account of your

file of death.

This time it will be true.

I guarantee it.

I'm going to pick the Kung Fu men
myself.

They're my men.

I'll pick them.

My life depends on this gig coming off
right. And I'm going to make sure that

we get guys to kill first and think
later.

We are to meet my uncle's cousin at a
nearby temple.

Now, wait just a minute. Now, your uncle
didn't say anything about meeting

anybody anywhere.

It must have been an afterthought.

Peter, you're too suspicious. We're in
Hong Kong, not New York City.

She's right, Peter.

Happy New Year!

He's a famous general from ancient
Chinese history.

General Hung, the Tamer of Dragon.

Beautiful.

Hi, I'm Liao Chi-tan, your cousin.

Welcome to Hong Kong.

Thank you for coming.

I'm very happy to see you in Hong Kong.

How are you?

I'm fine.

This is my uncle's cousin, Liao Chi-tan.

Are you sure he is who he says he is?

You've never seen him before.

Apparently,

my uncle sent this along with a letter.

There will be a two-day delay before you
can be taken across the borders.

Red tape.

First time I've ever been delighted
about red tape.

Now there's time to see Hong Kong again.

Well, we'll see. Like I told you, the
danger is not over until I agreed to

come. And I'm going through what I said
I would.

But don't start telling me I have to
spend the next two days in a hotel room.

These two men will keep us company for
the next two days and keep us from harm.

Thank you.

Let's go.

I feel so strange being here.

Good, but strange.

Like...

Coming home to a home I've never seen
before.

Were your parents born here?

No, in Shanghai.

But even though this is a British
colony, it's still China. And that's

what feels like home.

I was 18 when I was here.

Hong Kong was all people and rickshaws
and bicycles.

Arbor was filled with junk.

Of course, they weren't motorized then.

You know, even though we've got these
two guys guarding us, I really think we

should stay away from crowds as much as
possible. In Hong Kong? Are you kidding,

Peter? Well, you know what I mean. We
are so close now. I just don't want to

blow it.

Look at that skyline, will you?

I didn't know any of those buildings
were here when I was here.

It is quite beautiful, don't you think,
Peter?

Yeah, it sure is.

Just promise me you won't sneak off by
yourself, that you'll stay with us and

the guards.

Okay, pal, you got a deal.

You get a good night's sleep tonight.

Because at 6 a.m. tomorrow, we are all
going sightseeing.

They still come out here every morning,
just like they did.

Graceful, isn't it?

It's a lot prettier than jogging.

I wish I knew how to shadowbox.

Thank you.

Thank you.

the sticks until one falls out. Now each
stick has a number.

The number on the stick helps provide an
answer to their prayers. But that has to

be interpreted by the soothsayer.

Is this a Buddhist temple or Taoist?
Taoist. But the line between two of them

are often unclear.

Let's have a look around some more and
then have out some lunch.

All right.

And then the Aberdeen Street Market.

Afterwards, I think we should go right
back to the hotel. I really think we

need the rest.

I vote for that. Okay, it's a deal.

Well, what did you find out?

They're going to have lunch, then to the
Aberdeen Street Market.

You've earned your money. You're through
for the day.

You know, Tiles is a beautiful religion.

Their gods live among the stars.

Their supreme deity is called the Jade
Emperor or Yuck Wong.

Professor Fleming forgets I did take one
of his classes.

Now, there are three special star gods.
The gods of happiness, prosperity,

and long life. You do have a good
memory.

Well, you made the course live for me.
It would be hard to forget.

Let me help you, Emily.

There it is.

The Aberdeen Market.

I don't know, Mr. Fleming. It looks like
it would sure be easy for us to get

separated in there.

Nothing to worry about, I tell you.

No, I guess you're right. I worry too
much.

have some fabrics, all of them just
absolutely gorgeous, beautiful fabrics.

Get back to the hotel.

Congratulations, Evans.

Now, how are you going to dispose of the
professor?

Whatever you say.

I don't want him traced to me.

Let's not get careless.

Why don't I take him to a farm in the
New Territories?

No one knows him there.

He can have a quiet, peaceful grave
without anyone nosing around.

Good idea.

Okay.

That's the way I'll do it.

Fine.

You wouldn't have really had me killed
if I didn't get the professor.

You know me better than that, don't you?

Sure.

I just had to ask you.

I understand.

Let me know when you finally finish the
job.

You bet.

I'll explain it to you later.

Bogea?

Oh, good. I'm glad I made this addition.
This should help.

Yeah, well, along with these posters,
maybe the police now can get some leads.

Taxi!

Will you take us to the one shy
helicopter pad, please?

I still don't understand why we need a
helicopter.

To try to find Mr. Fleming.

But how?

I dropped an electronic beeper in his
pocket.

It's got a range of a half a mile.

If we can pick up the beeper's
transmission, we can find Fleming. Let

go!

It picks up the transmission from the
electronic beeper.

You're a newspaper photographer.

What are you doing with electronic
beepers? Things like that.

I'm also working on my Ph.D. in physics.

Electronic gadgets are sort of my hobby.

You just want to crisscross the whole of
the island?

That's right, and then do the same thing
over Kowloon.

Okay.

No, nothing.

Just time for one more sweep.

Then I'll have to go back to refuel.

Mr. Sider?

Evans.

We've got a problem.

Yeah, yeah, I know about the newspapers.

But the police have posters of Fleming
all over the place. They're all over the

walls here in Fanling.

We could have been seen. I don't like
it.

Okay.

I'll wait for your call.

You want a beer or soda?

Your throat must be dry.

Don't confuse me.

If you're kind to me before you kill me,
I'll die with mixed emotions.

Thanks anyway.

All that's left now is the new
territory.

It's working. We're closer to him.

Hello? Yes, Mr. Zeider.

Must be down in one of those farmhouses.
You better find a place to set this

thing down.

Peter! Look, Emily, I've got this whole
thing figured out.

Yes, Mr. Zeider. We'll leave right now.

We're moving him to a junk at Aberdeen.

How are we going to get him out without
being seen?

There was a couple of wooden crates
outside that store where you bought the

beer. Yes. Go get one. We'll put him in
that.

Send you one of that.

Here's what I want you to do.

We'll stay in touch on these.

The pilot will show you how to use it.

Okay, but shouldn't we tell the police?

No.

There isn't any time.

You look Chinese if you don't show your
face.

Yeah, I know. That's the whole idea.

I want you to get back up in that
chopper.

If I need help, you'll be the first to
know.

Must be in this village.

Very close.

Peter, be careful.

Emily, something strange is going on
here. The signal seems to be getting

weaker. It's like he's moving away from
me.

The only thing that's near you that's
moving away from you is that van that

just passed you.

Okay, pick me up where you dropped me
off.

Where's he headed?

Towards the tunnel.

That road there, I'm dead end at the
Jamboree restaurant.

Okay, get me down, quick.

SHIT!

What is this?

Why is it so funny?

The doctor will fall into the water.
Hurry up and get him into the water.

Yes, yes, hurry up and get him into the
water. That's right, that's right, hurry

up. Be careful, be careful.

It's okay, it's okay. Hurry up, hurry
up, hurry up. Go to the doctor.

Go to the doctor.

Where is the nearest doctor?

Please go to the doctor's office.

我相信我可以有辦法跟他解讀。 真的好彩啊。

Peter, thank goodness you're all right.

I feel like such a fool calling you a
coward like I did. I didn't realize you

were Spider-Man.

I'm so sorry, Peter.

Never mind about that.

Where did they take the professor?

The doctor says you should rest for a
while.

Where?

Please, Emily, tell me now, where is he?

We followed them to the Kanat Tower.
They took him in that wooden crate.

Okay.

Tell the doctor to please remove the
needles.

Have you lost your mind?

It was the only thing I could think to
do.

So you brought him here?

To my office.

Spider-Man attacked us at the Aberdeen
Harbor.

We stopped him. But it created a lot of
attention.

Too many people.

I didn't know where else to bring him.

Where's Chung?

He cut out.

He's smart, not like you.

Where are the rest of the men?

Outside on the terrace.

Mr. Zeider, it's Sunday.

Nobody else was in the building but the
janitors.

We had the professor in a box. No one
saw him. No one was suspicious.

We'll wait.

Until dark.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Thank you.

Spider-Man.

I didn't know you worked outside New
York.

I don't, usually.

Peter! Emily!

How can I ever thank you for clearing my
uncle?

I was happy to be able to do it.

Well, we're in your debt.

How is your uncle?

I spoke with him this morning. He's much
better, thank you.

So, my secret is safe with you?

Of course.

I won't tell anyone that you're
Spider-Man.

Anyway, I won't have anyone to tell.

I've decided I should stay here and
learn what it means to be Chinese.

Yeah, I can understand that.

But I'll miss you.

Pan American flight number two for San
Francisco now boarding at gate 14.

Will you ever come back to Hong Kong?

Well, I have a reason to now.

Did I say that all right?

Yes, perfectly.

I shall always remember you, too. Final
call, please, for Pan American Airlines.

Flight number two departing for San
Francisco.