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Diana.

Thank you.

You make delicious drinks. Did you like the performance, Sugar?

Dynamite. -Dynamite.

That's what people say about you too.

They might be right.

Apparently I do it well.

Perfect. Just perfect.

I love you, Sugar.

Me from you too, Langston.

Hey, Langston, my dude.

I'm not your guy.

I'll tell you one last time.

You don't tell me a ball at all. Isn't he a tough Negro?

He certainly is. He must have forgotten who we are.

Well no, he is crazy but what about us.

Isn't that right, Langston? - Get closer and find out.

Enough nonsense. - You.

Mr. Morgan just wants you

give a fair price for your club.

Straightforward.

What the hell does Mr. Morgan know? wondering what is fair or not?

He can make his offer stick his ass up.

Your last word?

Final.

You have one there nice babe, Langston.

Quite a bit of class for one rustler like you.

Fabulous, I'm throwing you out. Now.

Well, brother.

That was true. We didn't come to scam you.

We are just businessmen.

The trade works or not.

They play a game with you, honey.

I'm not worried, Sugar.

You don't have to do that either.

That kind of rig pennant I get rid of me.

I don't want my something happens to man.

That doesn't happen. None of that, Sugar.

I have to go to that meeting. Enjoy your drink.

What do you want to do with him?

He's just trash.

Never mind.

What did they do to you?

Please don't leave me only behind, Langston.

The guy was tough, but he had to go down.

You made him never comes right again.

Like I said, gentlemen,

if you want to destroy a man, you have to do that definitively.

Make sure he's under ends up on the ground.

Nothing more now than one piece of cold, black meat.

This is our way of work from now on.

If Morgan wants something, Morgan takes it.

No hassle, simple, direct, to the point.

No frizzy heads that us put something in the way.

The guy had no manners. He doesn't need that anymore either.

The question is,

how do you go the club buy a dead person?

Celeste, it was a long day.

I'll think about that tomorrow, okay?

Come on, Fabulous, you can do better than that.

I'll make you honest you will earn a living.

Diana?

Valentine.

It has been a while. You look good.

Is that right?

I'm sorry about the circumstances.

It's strange.

After we parted,

I had a hard time with it that you were with Langston.

Yes, but you are ended up well.

Anyway,

never thought i left you question his death.

Murder.

I met him here.

He approached me and asked my name.

Diana Hill, I said.

He said from now on is your name Sugar.

Sugar hill.

Because you look so sweet taste like sugar.

Do you handle the case?

Do they ever pay for it?

Men like that.

They will pay. In time.

Do you know, if i know who they are,

I'd arrange it that way

that I have them one by one could see splatter. Slowly.

Mom?

Mama Mistress?

Are you here, mama?

Please answer, Mom.

Mama Mistress? Are you here?

Mom.

Why did you return here?

You come for Mama Maitresse? Why?

I need your help.

I can feel your burden it surrounds you.

I found love, mom.

And they killed the man that I would marry.

They beat him to death.

I want to see them dead.

I feel your anger and your pain.

And I sympathize with you.

But what can I do?

I know what you can do. The powers that you possess.

Long ago, not anymore.

I am old and weak and want to just my rest and peace.

I come to you because I know that you can offer help.

I'm tired, very tired.

It requires an enormous effort, I do not know.

Please, mama.

I beg you.

Child, you never believed in it.

Why do you believe now?

Because I want to take revenge.

Please, Mama Mistress.

How strong is your hatred?

As strong as my love was my hatred is even fiercer.

The risk is high.

I am willing.

Good.

In this flame,

I call the most powerful of them my voodoo gods.

Where does the sun rise? -In the east, mama.

Where does the sun go down? -In Guinea, mama.

Where does the power come from? -The living among the dead, mama.

Who can use the power? -The dead among the living.

Kneel down.

Baron Samedi.

Baron Samedi. Guardian of the dead.

King of cemeteries.

Listen to our call. Show your presence.

Appear at our call.

He is a greedy God. Do you have any money on you?

No, nothing. Nothing, whatever?

Baron Samedi, a gift for you.

Try again, mommy. - Your ring, give me your ring.

Another gift, Baron Samedi.

Who woke up baron Samedi out of sleep?

Baron Samedi.

It's you, Mama Mistress.

We are coming to ask for your help, Baron. Help?

I want to possess the power to destroy my enemies.

Woman, who are you?

I'm baron samedi, this is my area.

My kingdom of the dead.

She doesn't want to be disrespectful, sir. Her name is Diana.

What will this Diana indicate? baron Samedi for the

power she's looking for?

Who are they? - Those are the brides of Baron Samedi.

He is a great lover. -What will you give me?

My soul. -Your soul?

What is this talk about souls, woman?

I am not interested in souls. Not in souls.

You do not fear me? -No.

Then tell me why do you want my powers?

I want men to be punished. - Punished?

Death.

And I mean more than one man. Can you help me?

I have an army of undead waiting for your orders.

Resurrect.

Listen all who swore have the will

obey Baron Samedi. Slave and master.

Master and slave. Awake.

I wish you revenge.

But the evil is already them know and desire.

Okay, I need ten men.

For a container a cargo ship.

I have the job.

You don't have a nut unless you dock.

I have a banana boat that inland shipping from Costa Rica.

What do you guys think? So many bananas you can eat.

And you get paid.

We do not like to pay to be allowed to work.

Okay, no money, no work. Next one.

We do not buy jobs. -What did you say there?

You buy your job, slave. Or do you starve?

Understood?

You have more sense then I suspected.

Well it was.

Who is there?

I said who's there.

Hey, bleach.

You and your scum killed my husband.

You know, you actually have it tastiest ass from the neighborhood.

I would not like to see it getting cold because of slander.

I'm not accusing you, handsome.

I pronounce your verdict.

I don't get through to you, do you?

And the verdict is: Death.

Bantam whore.

Please don't kill me.

I didn't want to do it. He forced me.

I did not mean it like that. No please.

That is enough.

I thought I saw everything. -Let them develop immediately.

I arrived as quickly as possible. Is it Watson Tank?

We think so.

You think so?

We have something, Captain. -Come with me.

Well, what are you waiting for?

How can you eat after what's there happened to Tank?

The boys are very shocked. He was chopped to pieces.

Tell me later. -But,

I said, later.

Go out into the street and fish who is behind this shit.

Now, owl chick. - All right, all right.

Doesn't wind you up, that's not good for you.

You know the least tension upset your stomach.

Celeste, sometimes you convince me almost like me

with good reason nice to you.

How you treated me is fine for me.

This will already be a part away from the tension.

The rest will follow later.

People refuse to leave me alone.

Killed a stupid hippie Tank and the rest starts

to behave like women.

So no traces on this? -Just an old slave buoy.

Children find this off and in the swamps.

Nothing special. -Damn.

This was near the murdered man.

This is what I want you to see.

What am I supposed to see? - It came from Tank's neck.

So? -It's a fungus.

What kind of fungus? -Not the kind that you find on cheese.

Okay, where do you find these? -No idea.

But the one who grabbed Tank, had dead skin on his fingers.

You are a knife jogger. Dead skin and fungus?

Lieutenant, I don't have it about dead skin cells

being replaced, that would be normal.

We are talking about this the nerve endings,

pigment cells, epidermis, everything about it dead.

You mean the cells are not living tissue.

Then the killer would not be a living person.

That a dead Tank Watson killed.

Your words, not mine.

Here she comes, boss.

Glad you could come.

I was afraid that you were different had obligations.

I had that, but they can wait.

Good very good. Take a seat, Miss Hill.

Do you want to eat something? I have the best chef in town.

No, nothing for me. But go ahead.

I have finished eating. Maybe a cup of coffee?

Give Miss Hill a cup of coffee.

I'm not a waitress. - I said pour coffee.

I really don't need anything. Thanks anyway.

Terrible what happened to Langston.

You know, I considered him a friend. We would become business partners.

I negotiated his club Haiti.

He left me the club.

Imagine a quick one boy like Langston who

you leave that club. -Why does that surprise you?

A lady the way you want anyway don't run such a tent.

I do not know. It is a success.

It will not be difficult to manage the club.

Forgive me, but now you are somewhat naive.

Naive? How?

If you understand the business world,

you would have known about it countless examples of

how successful business suddenly go into the bottle.

What are you referring to?

That you sell the club better to someone who

knows about night clubs.

Frankly, Mr Morgan, I didn't think about it yet.

It's just Morgan. For my friends.

Don't we become friends?

And as a friend I advise you to sell.

I am not yet completely convinced. I'm still quite upset by

Of course I understand that. Those things take time.

Of course yes.

Poor Langston.

Naturally I always come my obligations,

to both the living and the dead.

I also do that.

So will you think about what I said?

I certainly will, Morgan.

It was a pleasure, Miss Hill.

My friends call me Sugar.

Beautiful.

A spicy lady.

You didn't even introduce me to that nigger.

What do you think I am? A piece of furniture?

Celeste, everyone knows what you are.

I give it Langston, he had a taste for class.

Class?

That is not a class, that is finery.

Whatever it is, you can use some of it.

Are you waiting for Morgan? -Yes.

He will not come. -You say that.

Sweetheart,

be wise and

just disappear.

Celeste, you would do well to show some ways.

Even if you don't have one.

You look like. Disappear.

Funny. you certainly forget that this is my club.

You are the one know the door.

Don't you dare against me.

Haughty?

About you? Honey, talk to you are already derogatory.

You dirty nigger.

With my compliments.

You black whore, I will pay you this.

This will cost you dearly.

Listen, you get one day to come with the money.

Or the whole swirl and your skin belongs to me.

Understood? Yes?

Good. We want Mr. Morgan don't get angry, no?

Sir? Mr O'Brien?

Are you talking to me, slave?

Mr. Morgan says he is want to talk to you now.

What? He said that to me.

And old Sam, he speaks sir Not Morgan.

No. He's a mean man. He tells me that

All right, all right. Shut up, we're leaving.

Here we are.

Where's Morgan? -I brought you to him.

Who are with him? -High helpers from outside the state.

This way, sir.

They are there, sir.

What is that there?

Hello handsome, do you still recognize me?

Weird O'Brien.

No. -I want to show you something.

Just wait till I get out of here. - Look.

You're not going to do crazy things, are you?

Like Tank, you mean?

Was that you? I do not believe it.

Then we must convert you.

You had your fun, message understood.

You are nothing different plans, huh?

Of course not, I gave you my word.

I promised.

Poor pigs. Did you know them almost no waste for almost a week?

They are terribly hungry, I can tell you that.

Then feed them. That's my intention.

My God, no.

Hopefully they love it cheap white meat.

That was all, ladies. I'll call if I want to see you tomorrow.

Well there. -Hey.

One thing has not changed.

You still work as hard as before. - You were gone a long time, Valentine.

If I remember correctly it had more to do with you than with me.

What brings you here today?

Work. - It was once fun.

Yes, in the past.

It would be nice if that again in present tense.

Things change over time. Sometimes back to their former state.

You must have heard about the murders. -What kind of murders?

Two of Morgan are males.

I have to go there anyway not to mourn, huh?

I didn't know them knew what they were.

Scum.

I have the impression that their death was a kind of punishment.

What is that supposed to mean?

Honey, I'm a cop.

They sometimes get suspicions that seem far-fetched.

But those suspicions are sometimes better than any proof.

I don't blame you for being on Your suspicions go away, Valentine.

I'm just saying you is wrong this time.

Maybe you really don't know anything about the murders.

Just about earlier times,

be careful. You can't be fooled by Morgan.

I'm wise enough to know that.

I know exactly how smart you are, Sugar.

You are able to do everything do what you want.

Valentine, I really seem on a crazy murderess?

That is not a fair question. -Why?

Honey, in my eyes you always beautiful.

I intend to keep in touch. -Do that.

Lieutenant.

Hello, dear fellow.

Are you looking for me?

Believe it.

Why?

Georgia.

You are a good guy. Can't think of that yourself?

You girls don't get any Enough of the good stuff, huh?

Blank is simply white.

I thought you fell for me.

That time with Morgan I saw how you looked at me.

My car is waiting outside.

Or would you rather stay here,

to talk what?

Come in, Georgie.

Decorated with fervor. -Do you like it?

What is that? -For the cover of a magazine.

Are you looking for something in particular?

There is something wrong with this place. The candles, the dolls, that there.

I don't like the whole thing. Nothing about it.

You and I will talk. - Talk, what do you mean, talk?

Why did you bring me here?

You get three seconds for me to tell what's going on here

and for whom you work. -You sure you want to know?

Who? -Him.

What? What's that for?

When the doll is in flames, you will grab the knife and use it.

On your own.

That is madness. -Or justice.

My form of justice, Georgie.

I will not do it -Anyway.

No, I don't do it.

I can not do it.

No. I will not do it.

I refuse, don't do it.

You will die by your own hand.

Very relaxed.

There is nothing you can do. I have the power to kill you.

Use the knife, Georgie. Choose it.

Who is it? -No one.

But someone brought you something.

What is this damned? -No idea.

Take the phone. Fabulous must come here immediately.

Dr. Parkhurst.

Rudolph Valentine, how nice to see you again. Come on in.

In fact, we only see each other when I can use help.

Please sit down. -Thank you.

Still no voodoo nonsense? Counterfeiting talismans and those things?

No. I closed that department a few years ago.

Murder cases now. - Handsome of you.

Interesting. A cup of tea?

No thank you. Doctor Parkhurst,

I visited you because you like only one would believe me.

That is a strange statement.

There were three murders recently.

I can't go with this my superiors.

They laugh at me out loud. -I do not understand.

A slave buoy.

Where did you find it?

It is possible evidence.

Late 40s. Maybe early 50s.

Slaves then came here brought from Guinea.

Many did not survive the journey because of the illnesses on board.

They are located outside the city swamps in swampy cemeteries.

Most of them with their chains on. Besides,

this can be a powerful joujou.

You you?

A voodoo toy.

I suspect that with the three murders voodoo is involved.

The buoy was found nearby the crime scene.

And there is still tangible evidence.

Dead skin.

The way the Murders were committed.

Almost ritual.

The best library about it subject is in this room.

And I like to shed light on the matter.

An aspect in particular?

Yes, the secrets. The curses, the voodoo rituals.

When can we get started? -We?

I don't approach my boss without it something that supports my story.

All reports are there.

What does that mean, nothing?

Boss, I searched everywhere possible.

Nobody talks about these murders.

Certainly not against me.

Things that have to do with you seem witty.

Someone cooks up something and I want to know who.

You take to the street and move pressure on everyone who knows me.

Every bellboy, customer and informer.

Let me know that I want the sheet whoever is chasing me.

Scare them a lot and solve this.

Easy, honey. Relax. -I asked you what?

Come, let me help you.

How the hell would you be? be useful?

You know. -Forget it.

Don't you see me then? you try to help?

I see nothing but emptiness when I look at you.

What do you mean?

Get out of my eyes.

Hey, preacher.

I want to talk to you, man.

I said we're going to talk. -I do not know anything.

I do not know anything.

Nothing happened without it that you know about it.

Who approached Tank? And O'Brien? And George?

Honestly, I'd tell you if I knew.

Don't cheat on me, nigger.

Who?

If you don't know ask around.

Maybe this refreshes your memory.

Buddy,

if you want to shut up, haven't seen anything.

Yes, I didn't see anything. But I certainly have not seen anything.

Maybe a drink from the house. My special cocktail.

A drink that I am known for.

The zombie. - Put it on yourself, Sambu.

You. - Yes, King. I.

Help me.

Help you?

I'll help you, honey.

Like Tank and the rest Langston helped.

I was not there. I have done nothing.

You get your punishment for all those times you were not caught.

Had bad luck.

Help me.

Keep talking -Please.

Baron.

In a moment, Morgan realizes that he is the only one left.

That he is completely alone.

He will be wishing that own death was so merciful.

Preacher.

Man, you have to talk to me. -Yes, talk, yes.

Would you remember them you see them again?

I never want to see anything like that again. Never ever.

Calm down.

I had never seen this before. Not like this. Never.

Remember it again.

Can you recognize them?

They were like corpses.

If I come across them again, I hope they don't recognize me.

Like corpses?

Yes, just like corpses.

You can have this. The pressure is unfortunately terribly small.

That voodoo is fascinating. - It takes you up.

I'm already studying it all my life

and I fear that only now meaning.

Are there any voodoo priests here? - Yes, yes.

It is not something the people talk about it.

There was a voodoo queen for many years.

She had a lot of power.

The rumor made them kill could bring back to life.

How long has she been dead? -Death?

Mama Mistress is not dead.

Where can I find her?

No idea. We met always at a fork.

Where the Way of the Cross ends at the railroad.

That is close

Frenchmen's corner. -Yes correct. Why?

Valentine at Hill's home.

How are you?

I'm surprised that I am you found here.

I'll get away if I can. -Totally agree.

The city can sometimes be busy.

It is calm and peaceful here.

Weird that we were never here spent a lot of time.

We just have to catch up.

I dived the books.

You never told me that your parental home

has such an interesting history.

Interesting? -Voodoo, to be precise.

Every old house in this region does have a history.

Yes, but no resident priestess.

What do you mean?

Is it possible to Mama Mistress to speak?

Why the hell would you -It's just an inspiration.

Maybe she can help me.

All those murders have something strange.

Every case has something to do with

voodoo rituals.

You do grasp every straw.

Good evening, Miss Hill.

Lieutenant, this is,

Old Sam, sir. I've been the maintenance man here since

human memory.

The lieutenant is fascinated by voodoo and wants to speak to Mama Mistress.

Voodoo, sir?

Come on, let's go find her. - Let Old Sam lead the way.

The swamp is crawling with vermin. Snakes and such animals.

After you, Sam.

Did you know that here are victims are buried from the slave trade?

Yes, every child knows that school is running here.

This man is not a believer.

You must not go after her. One thing Old Sam knows,

is that you see Mama alone when she wants to see you.

Yes but, - It's better to wait.

When the time is right and it must be like that, she meets you.

She is still mobile for a 100 year old.

Don't bother she is an old, moody woman.

Diana, do you believe in the undead? -Excuse me?

The undead. Zombies.

Valentine, you are ticked.

I'll tell you a secret.

I do believe in them.

Everyone has the right to to believe in what they want.

I have to go. I'll call you tonight.

Karl, you can be the reflector point more to the left?

Sugar?

I'd like to talk to you.

Yes of course.

Girls, take a break.

The documents have been prepared for the sale of the club.

Good,

the sooner those worries disappear, the better I will feel.

Do you have the papers with you? -Fabulous.

Thank you.

Morgan, I know the value of the club.

This is theft.

Theft?

I don't feel like playing games You do?

I was never good at it, so apparently not.

Unless I have the advantage and know that I will win.

Are you telling me I'm losing like I don't give you your way?

It is for your good.

Draw those papers and your worries are over.

In the blink of an eye.

You have so much money you want and all the time to enjoy it.

How about a little extra for my cooperation?

Something the taxes never figure out.

You won't miss it, Morgan.

How much?

10,000 sounds good to me.

To me sounds 5,000 better, but

I want our relationship positive startup, so,

10,000 has been agreed.

You are so nice and accommodating. I should have asked for more.

You are too smart a girl to drive things too far.

I like that about you so much.

That and more.

I have to continue working. -Of course.

Go ahead. I want an honest, hardworking girl do not disturb.

You don't see that often.

You bring this money to her tonight.

Why are you giving her extra money? -Why don't you keep your valve?

Have you caught anything yet?

Idiotic rumors largely. -Like what?

Claims about voodoo killings.

Chats that I would also spread to erase my tracks.

Someone wants to steal my area. Someone from outside the state.

Had a local crook we already found it.

Shall I travel north? Do some research?

I want you alone stays close to me.

Like a second skin, understood?

Fine.

Sugar?

Damn.

Get off me. My God, shave away.

Sugar? Who is there?

Now, Mr Baker,

you remember Langston?

I have the money with me.

You will die in a minute, Baker.

No, the money. The money here.

You buy everything with money, don't you?

I want to introduce you to Baron Samedi.

And what he will do to you Mr. Baker,

will cost you a cent.

It's free and for nothing.

What are you doing?

What's that for?

You don't die without it some company, Baker.

Money, the answer to everything. Take it with you.

Wondering what you buy for it where you go.

I waited all night. Your man didn't show up.

10,000 dollars.

I'll find that bastard and when that happens,

bring me Baker or the money.

Hurry up. -All right. Right away.

I assure you that it will be fine.

Are you trying to rip me off?

How do I know you? not cheating on me?

You were after all Langston his girl.

You have no reasons to how shall i do,

to like me.

I can think of 10,000 reasons to like you.

Trust me. It won't regret you.

If only that were true. I put myself first

to trust no one.

But sometimes I can be convinced to make an exception.

Come on.

Convince me, okay?

Trust me.

If I find you cheating on me you die with remorse on your lips.

Get lost.

I think it's a lot of money to get one joke out with a friend.

Excuse me.

Hello, L'amour's massage. L'amour itself.

Yes. Yes, six o'clock tonight.

Thank you for calling.

I doubt if I should do it. - One hundred dollars.

120 dollars? -I am convinced.

Are you sure he is coming?

He didn't miss a single one Thursday in six months.

Good.

What can i do for it you tonight, friend?

Where's Opal? - He has Spanish flu.

She asked to take care of you.

By you?

Her handsome, sensual girlfriend is coming to you tonight.

But since Opal is sick. -You will not regret it.

Hey.

Do you like what you see?

I'm sure you're the one big guy.

I'm tense, my back is stiff.

Edit it for a while.

Nice. Do it rough. -How are you so tense, honey?

I do not wanna talk about it.

I get an idea.

I do not doubt that. - It's quiet tonight.

Would you like a few exotic puppets massage you?

You know, like in the movie.

I'll even give you a discount, honey.

I am completely yours.

Good. Stay comfortable. I'll be back soon.

Where are you?

I quickly get lonely.

What are you scratching me with?

Your hands are cold.

I don't like this.

Treat me gently.

Enough.

I realize it sounds crazy.

But I immersed myself in that voodoo.

I told you to let that go. Your imagination guides your actions.

It's a gang war. We only miss the other gang.

Captain, that seems the most logical explanation.

But we asked after all our contacts.

And Morgan must have done the same.

We are both empty-handed.

You stand there seriously claiming that someone uses voodoo

for Morgan's men to help soap?

Possibly. Possibly not.

Check it out. Discrete.

If this comes out, they lock us both up.

Can you have that policeman? - I like him, yes.

Does it bother you? - Me, Sugar?

Nothing can disturb me.

He's on your trail. What are you going to do about it?

That is why we are here. Stop him.

But don't kill him.

Killing him is easier.

Do what I ask. -It has already happened.

Valentine, are you dressed?

What happened? -I fell down the stairs.

I just don't understand. Nor do the doctors.

I know my leg is broken but i feel no pain.

That is bizarre.

Valentine, you worked too hard.

Peace. I'm sure you get fired quickly here.

How sure? - Just wait.

I can't stay.

I've got an appointment. I'll visit you later.

Diana.

I understand what's going on here.

I don't know how big you are share in all this is,

but when I discover -I do not know what you're talking about.

See you soon.

Hey.

What do you want?

He is not here.

I'm telling you he's not here. -Who is that?

Yes?

I decided to join the club anyway but not to sell.

You hang. -My decision.

Don't move. I'm coming to your studio.

I'm not there. -Where are you?

My old place on Hill Road. I think so.

Save yourself the trouble.

I played your game long enough.

Morgan.

Go to hell.

I deal with that slut forever.

Sugar.

Come along.

What about

Are you cheated? I don't get in there.

Sugar?

Where do you hang out, whore?

Morgan.

Whore, I blow your heart out.

What the hell are you? What do you want from me?

I vowed to get you. For Langston.

Good evening, Mr Morgan.

Unfortunately our first meeting also our last.

You are alone now, Morgan.

Show us what a big one dude you are.

All the others are dead.

Only you are left.

Help me.

For God's sake, help me.

Someone help me.

Celeste.

Well, wife, you killed them all. Neat and superior.

One remains.

What are your plans for her?

I thought so

Yes, the price I asked for our appointment.

As cheap as that?

I prefer you of course,

but it is sufficient for the time being.

Goodbye, Sugar Hill. A gift for you.

Baron.

Do you want to accompany me?

It's over, mom.

You can rest now.

This is Macao,

a fabulous speck on the earth�s surface,

just off the south coast of China,

a 35-mile boat trip from Hong Kong.

lt is an ancient Portuguese colony, quaint and bizarre.

The crossroads of the Far East.

lts population, a mixture of all races and nationalities,

mostly Chinese.

Macao, often called the Monte Carlo of the Orient,

has two faces, one calm and open,

the other veiled and secret.

Here, millions in gold and diamonds change hands.

Some across the gambling tables,

some mysteriously in the night.

Macao is a fugitive�s haven, for at the three-mile limit

the authority of the lnternational Police comes to an end.

This is all we found on the body, sir.

Commander Stewart�s office. What? Oh, yes.

They have the police commissioner in New York, sir.

Hello? Hello? Commissioner?

Commander Stewart here, lnternational Police, Hong Kong.

l�m afraid l have bad news for you.

Your man, Lombardy...

Detective Lieutenant Daniel Lombardy?

He�s been murdered.

Body found in our waters with a knife in his back.

-lt�s too hot. -Here, this�ll cool you off.

No, no more of that.

Now take it easy.

That wasn�t the way you talked in Hong Kong this morning.

Buy you a ticket, you said, ��We�ll have a few laughs.��

lf it�s laughs you want, you just sit there.

l�ll tell you a few jokes.

Did you ever hear the one about the man...

Now, don�t get physical.

-Which one of you is Cinderella? -Get out of here.

-Stick around. -Beat it!

-l�m the one that�s getting out of here. -When l�m ready.

Will you get out of here and close that door?

-Would you mind giving me a hand? -Don�t think l wouldn�t enjoy that.

-Let me go! -l�ll slug you, so help me, l�ll slug you.

-Now, now, fold up your tent. -Why, you stupid...

What�s your rush?

Stick around. Music, whiskey, privacy.

Stick around. Looks like a party.

Come on. Don�t tell me you�re that exclusive.

One side, Clyde.

-Some girls don�t think l�m so bad. -lt�s all a matter of taste.

Okay, buster, now we�re even.

We�ll be in soon. Only about 15 minutes late.

Your first trip to Macao?

-From what l hear, once is once too often. -Yeah, so l�ve heard.

But when you�re in business, like l am, you have to go where they send you.

-Why are you making the trip? -You got any small questions?

Like the wife says, l talk too much.

That�s all right. l just don�t warm up to questions

when l don�t know the answers myself.

l saw you when you got on at Hong Kong. l�d like to introduce myself.

My name�s Trumble. Lawrence C. Trumble.

Dealer in coconut oil, pearl buttons, fertilizer and nylon hose.

Well, no sale on your other lines, Mr. Trumble,

but did l hear you mention nylons?

-Size nine? -Size nine.

-Wait a minute. Not so fast. How much? -For free. No strings attached.

-Well, the price is right. -Our special for today.

l�ll never believe another traveling salesman story.

-Oh, excuse me. -Oh, yes.

Enjoy the view?

Well, it�s not the Taj Mahal or the Hanging Gardens of Babylon,

but it�s not bad.

Did anyone ever tell you what big blue eyes you have, Grandma?

-My name�s Trumble, Mr... -Cochrane.

l want you to meet an old friend of mine, Miss... Miss...

Your old friend�s name is Julie Benton, and thanks again, Mr. Trumble.

-Looks like you made a big hit. -My fatal charm.

Never misses, except with women.

-Excuse me. -Yeah.

Those two are mine.

One, two, three, four, five, six. Chop, chop!

Hey.

You got a match?

This is one of those days when the customs will make us sweat.

Every time you enter port around these parts

they go through your bags as though they have nothing else to do.

They haven�t. You�re not smuggling anything in, are you?

The way l hear it, you smuggle things out of here, not in.

Your passport, please.

-How long do you plan to be here? -Your guess is as good as mine.

-How long were you in Hong Kong? -Three weeks.

What were you doing there?

You don�t really want me to tell you, do you?

Where were you before you came to Hong Kong?

Saigon.

-How long were you in Saigon? -What are you, a cop?

lf you�re all through throwing my stuff around,

l�d like to get out of here.

Maybe you don�t mind baking in this oven, but l do.

How much money are you bringing with you, se�ora?

$29 Mex and a handful of Hong Kong paper.

Hardly enough for an extended stay.

l�m gonna get a job. Do you mind?

-What sort of a job? -l�m a singer.

-l wish you luck, se�ora. -Thanks.

Your passport, please.

That�s me, Lawrence C. Trumble, Manila.

Dealer in coconut oil, pearl buttons, nylon hose, fertilizer and cigars.

-Any contraband? -Best in the world.

-Try some. -Thank you.

Any currency?

500 greenbacks printed in the USA.

Hope to have a lot more if the dice get as hot as the weather.

ln Macao everything is a gamble. Good luck.

Your passport, se�or.

Your passport, se�or!

You look like the kind of a man who admires frankness,

so l�m gonna tell you the truth. l lost it.

l�m afraid, se�or, you�ll have to report to the police at once.

Don�t let me drag you away from the line of duty,

but l was told to report to you.

l�m Lieutenant Jose Felizardo Espirito Sebastian, at your service.

My wallet was in my pocket when l boarded that tub at Hong Kong,

but somebody lifted it.

-That is most unfortunate, se�or. -Well, what happens now?

Do l get deported or thrown in the clink?

Neither, se�or. This is a Portuguese colony.

Always friendly and hospitable.

Have you any other means of identification?

Yeah.

This took me three years, five months and 26 days to get.

You served as a lieutenant in the Signal Corps of the United States.

Unfortunately, Se�or Cochrane, this finely engraved document

does not grant you the privilege of traveling free as a bird

-throughout the Orient. -l was afraid of that.

l suggest you contact your consulate in Hong Kong.

How long did you intend to remain in our city?

-That depends. -On what?

On a certain female. Lady luck.

l wish you well.

lt is our fond hope that all visitors to Macao

should feel as untroubled here as Adam in the garden of Eden.

Untroubled? That ain�t the way l heard it.

This is the Rua da Felicidade. Mucho fun. Win plenty money.

Fan Tan, dice, big gambling.

Here come biggest gambling house.

-lt�s run by American gentleman. -Yeah? What�s his name?

Mr. Vincent Halloran. Very important man. Big boss.

-What�s he boss of? -What he is boss of?

Most of Macao. This his place.

Ling Tan the merchant wants chips for this.

Claims it is worth 2,000.

Offer him 700. Did your cousin arrive on the noon ferry?

lf he had, he would be here by now.

lt shouldn�t take five days to sell a $100,000 necklace in Hong Kong

and come back, if he�s coming back.

-He�s always returned before. -That�s what l mean.

You don�t want that junk. Diamonds would only cheapen you.

Yeah. But what a way to be cheapened.

As l anticipated, my connections in Hong Kong were right.

No uniform, no badge, no credentials but l spotted him like that.

Stop taking bows and let�s see what he looks like.

These passengers we already know.

These three are newcomers.

Doesn�t a murder charge ever get outlawed?

He will not be as easy as the last one.

He looks easy enough.

Oh, this is just a salesman, Trumble of Manila.

This is the New York detective.

Where is he now? Headquarters?

No. Nor do l think he will ever visit the police.

He calls himself Nick Cochrane.

He�s at the Portugueza, pretending to be without money or passport.

Did you talk to him at all?

He insisted on concealing his identity, so l played his little game.

Obviously he has a plan to take you back to New York illegally.

This will happen over my dead body.

That�s what l like about you, Sebastian. Your unselfishness.

-Think she�s hooked up with him? -Why?

-Where�s she staying? -At his hotel.

-Did they seem to know each other? -l don�t think so.

What does she say she�s here for?

Besides her obvious talents, she also sings.

l happen to need a singer.

-Are you an American? -Yeah, what�s on your mind?

ls this really American money?

-Where did you get this? -From an American lady down the hall.

Yeah it�s the McCoy, all right,

but you do me a favor and hang on to it, will you?

l�d like to buy it back from you.

-There isn�t enough for both of us. -My sentiments exactly.

-Now what about the wallet, honey? -l don�t know what you�re talking about.

You just gave the bellboy a $2 bill that was part of a short snorter

that l carried all through the war.

Get out of my room.

Look, honey, l�ve had a hard day.

Now just give me the wallet and we�ll forget the whole thing.

l�ve already forgotten it. Shove.

Se�ora... Se�or Cochrane.

You save me the need for a visit.

lt has become necessary to enforce our laws against vagrancy.

Since you are without funds you will leave Macao at the first opportunity.

My regrets, se�or.

What�s that got to do with your barging in here?

You will let me explain, se�ora.

l am not here to see you in my official capacity.

l ought to make you apologize.

Haven�t you lost a little weight since l saw you last?

-Now will you get out of here? -ln a moment, se�ora.

But first, please allow me to be of some small service to you.

-l�ve heard that one before. -Oh, you misunderstand.

Okay, what is it?

l was at the dock when l heard you say that you are a singer.

��Felizardo��, l said to myself,

��Here is a beautiful young lady to grace the dull existence of Macao.��

So being a man with a practical side to my nature,

l hurried to Se�or Vincent Halloran,

owner of the largest gambling establishment on the island.

��Vincent,�� l said, ��our friendship is at an end,

��unless you give this young lady a chance.��

-Does that mean you�ve got a job for me? -Precisely.

Why didn�t you say so?

Your pardon, se�ora, how soon can you be at his office?

As soon as you get out of here, l can get dressed.

Goodbye, Miss Benton.

lt is indeed a pleasure to welcome a young lady graced with such beauty of...

Yeah, yeah, officer, me too.

Where can l get a shave?

Our hotel has the finest barber in the Orient.

This way.

l didn�t see any phone in my room. How do you call Hong Kong?

There is no telephone connection with Hong Kong.

lf you wish to cable, the phone at my desk is at your disposal.

l was just curious. What time do the gambling halls open?

They never close.

Me wants a shavey, easy side, chop, chop.

Who do you like this year? The Giants or the Dodgers?

Where�ll l find Mr. Halloran? He sent for me.

You�ll find him in his office up those stairs.

Thanks.

ls Mr. Halloran in?

Hello.

That policeman friend of yours said you might have a job for me.

-l might. Miss Benton, isn�t it? -Yeah.

l�ve heard that all roads lead to Macao. But why did you wanna come here?

l was left a legacy and l wanted to see the world.

-Cigarette? -No, thanks.

You must meet a great number of people on your travels.

This fellow, for instance?

Sure.

-Who is he? -My grandfather.

My mother won�t let me go anywhere without a chaperone.

l thought maybe he was part of your ��seeing the world.��

l just met him on the boat.

Now that your legacy has been used up, you need a job?

Listen, you sent for me. This wasn�t my idea.

We�ll get along better if you take that chip off your shoulder.

lt won�t do you any good here.

Never did me any good any place.

-Where have you been singing? -Everywhere.

-l mean, recently. -Hong Kong, till the boss got ideas.

l can easily see why. Shall we say 100 a week?

l could sing better for 150.

My patrons come here to gamble. l�ll pay you 100. Think it over.

l just did. When do l start?

Call Gimpy.

-How about two weeks� salary in advance? -This is one time l won�t say no.

This fellow you met on the boat, what does he do for a living?

l wouldn�t know. Why don�t you ask him?

Gimpy, Miss Benton�s gonna sing here.

-That is fine, Miss Benton. -Glad to know you.

-What�s your real name? -Gimpy.

Everyone calls him that. Don�t they, Gimpy?

Yes, sir.

See that she gets something to wear that does her justice.

Yes, sir.

-Thanks, Mr. Halloran. -Try calling me Vince.

Okay, Boss.

You got a match, lady?

-Hi. What�re you doing here? -Oh, just looking around.

-Don�t tell me you�ve landed a job. -There�s my piano player.

Come into my room when you�re ready, Miss Benton.

Come in.

This man wants to see you.

-Anything l can do for you, Mr. Cochrane? -How about a light?

Go ahead.

What�s your problem? Need a check cashed?

l need a bank account.

What�s my picture doing on your desk?

l like to keep posted on every potential customer.

l�d like to work on the other side of the table.

l don�t suppose you�d have a job for me?

What kind of training have you had for a job around here?

Well, l worked in a gambling house in Singapore.

-Why�d you quit? -Broke a house rule.

-l let a heavy bettor win. -The same house rule applies here.

After Singapore?

After Singapore, l nursemaided a shipment of machine guns to lraq.

Then l went on to Cairo,

got rid of a handful of stones for a couple of refugees who wanted visas.

That dough l blew on slow horses.

Worked my way back to China on a freighter.

Here l am, broke, ready to go on the payroll.

Doing what?

Maybe you could use a skipper on your trips to Hong Kong?

l can sail anything that floats.

You must have heard, l never go beyond the three-mile limit.

-Didn�t they tell you in New York? -l left New York five years ago.

-Really, Lieutenant? -Why the Lieutenant?

My friend Lieutenant Sebastian of the police

told me of your commission in the army.

Now there�s a job you might have talent for, on the police force.

l�m not partial to the law.

As a matter of fact, that�s why l left the States.

-l got into a little jam back there. -How long ago was that?

l just told you. Five years ago in New York.

-What kind of a jam? Kill someone? -No. You�d probably call it smalltime stuff.

Smuggling arms, getting rid of hot jewelry?

That�s too bigtime for me.

Sorry l can�t do anything for you, Lieutenant.

l�ll try one of the spots down the street.

You can�t get a job in this town.

Why don�t you be smart and grab the next boat back to Hong Kong?

Who�s gonna provide the finances?

l�ll be glad to give that some thought.

You fabulous character, you

l don�t know what it is that you do

But you have the power to make me laugh

And the power to break my heart in half

You kill me

You knock me out

You had me the moment you smiled

You kill me

No, there�s no doubt

You�re certainly driving me wild

You�ve got that �"oh how l need you�" expression

What a confession that is

Baby l�m on the spot

Tell me you�re not

Giving me the business

l�m certain

l�m positive

l�m sure that my love will survive

Because you kill me

And keep me so alive

You�ve got that �"oh how l need you�" expression

What a confession that is

Baby l�m on the spot Tell me you�re not

Giving me the business

l�m certain

l�m positive

l�m so sure that my love will survive

Because you thrill me

Baby, you kill me

And keep me so alive

-Are they always that enthusiastic? -Always.

Try again, Mr. Trumble?

Sure. The night�s young and l�ve got plenty of cabbage.

Come on, Nick. This Chinese three-dice game is a pushover.

All you do is bet on high, low or the number of points that come up.

No, thanks.

Seventeen high!

Well, easy come, easy go. Are you sure you won�t try your luck?

Not the way it�s running.

Why not, Mr. Cochrane? l have a feeling this is your night.

Bet on three of a kind, you get 35 to one.

Three sixes for instance.

-How often does that come up? -l have a hunch it might happen right now.

Three sixes. Shoot the works.

-Would you like some fresh dice? -You know them better than l do.

Three sixes.

My, lady luck didn�t just smile at you, brother,

she got hysterical!

Pay Mr. Cochrane $350.

350.

Let it ride, Lieutenant. On the triple six.

The man says let it ride.

-Same dice? -Same dice, if you don�t mind.

Three sixes.

l see it, but don�t believe it. Six sixes in a row.

Thirty-five times 350.

Pay the man $12,250.

Why stop now?

-Don�t tell me to let it all ride. -Why not? Triple-six and you�re rich.

Don�t look at me.

Here�s the $20 l owe you. Let the rest of it ride.

Two sixes and a two.

You owe me $20.

That�s what happens when you press your luck.

Would you like these for a souvenir?

-Any other ideas to liven up the evening? -Possibly.

Mala, 50 cents on three sixes.

What can l lose?

Aren�t you taking the advice l gave you this afternoon?

About going back to Hong Kong? What do l use for money?

-lf you�d won that last throw of the dice... -lf is the story of my life, Mr. Halloran.

You know, you could have kept $12,000.

-Half of that ought to interest you. -lt does.

The money and your ticket to Hong Kong will be here in my office tomorrow.

ln time to take the noon ferry.

Alone.

Rickshaw!

-Hi. -Hey.

-How did you do? -l don�t know yet.

Did you catch my act? l didn�t exactly fracture the people, did l?

Oh, l�d say you were doing all right for yourself.

How about a lift? Hop in.

Now what would Mr. Halloran say?

Look, l�ll choose my own friends, if you don�t mind.

All right, l apologize.

Skip it.

Why don�t you take that chip off your shoulder?

Every time l do somebody hits me over the head with it.

l said l was sorry.

l never got around to thanking you for giving Sebastian that body block.

-You don�t have to thank me. -l know l don�t.

lt was my money in the first place. Thanks, anyway. What made you do it?

l don�t know.

When he started throwing his weight around, l guess l felt sorry for you.

l�ve been in jams like that myself.

You got anything special to do tonight?

Why don�t we go for a ride around the harbor in a sampan?

Why not?

So then you decided to become a singer?

No. No, l didn�t start singing professionally

until after l quit being a fortune teller.

-Fortune teller? You�re kidding. -No.

l worked in the night clubs in Miami.

First as a photographer and then as a cigarette girl.

You know, long black mesh stockings and a short velvet skirt.

Then they told me l could make more money as a fortune teller, so...

What did you know about telling fortunes?

Nothing. Here, give me your hand.

l see that you�ve been very lonely and that you�re worried about money

and there�s something in your past that you regret very much

and you�ve been looking for something for a long, long time.

-Guilty. -Not just you, everybody.

Everybody�s lonely and worried and sorry.

Everybody�s looking for something.

-You, too? -Sure.

Yeah.

Yeah, when l�m in action, l manage to push it out of my mind.

But every now and then, like right now l...

-What are you looking for? -l don�t know.

l don�t know whether it�s a person or a place,

-but l go right on looking. -Well, there are lots of places.

l found one on an island called Rangdavi in the Melanesians.

-Did you ever hear of it? -No.

Great.

Clean white beach, beautiful bay, green hills.

Friend of mine owns a plantation there. He offered me a job as manager.

And you turned him down?

l�ve been lonely in Times Square on New Year�s Eve.

Being on an island all by myself, l figured l�d go crazy.

l�d have taken it.

-You mean, you�d go for a life like that? -Like a shot.

-Julie. -l�m listening.

Look, l know this is... l know this is a little abrupt.

l don�t carry a lot of credentials around with me

but l�m fairly honest.

l�ve done a lot of things in my life...

-Running a plantation�s hard work. -l�m not afraid of hard work.

-You�re not kidding, are you? -No.

-When, Nick? When? -When?

l can leave tomorrow.

There�s another Rangdavi. l�ll find it. As soon as l get there, l�ll send for you.

We can meet in a month. Thirty days.

What�s the matter?

Take me back to the hotel, will you? lt�s getting cold.

-Why? -l wanna get off this yacht, now.

Turn this thing around, will you?

Come in.

-Greetings! -Beware of Greeks bearing gifts.

Who�s been sending you posies?

The only time l�ll ever get flowers will be at my funeral.

l�ll bet you the 20 l owe you you�ll never guess who sent these.

No bet.

l should have left with you last night.

-Went to the cleaners, huh? -Yeah, and how.

Too bad you didn�t hit that last triple six.

l can still pick up half the dough l won on that second roll.

Yeah? How?

All l have to do is collect $6,000 from Halloran and take the noon boat.

-All l have to do is believe you. -No, l�m serious.

You mean to tell me Halloran is willing

to give you all that moolah just to get out of town?

That�s what the man says.

For that kind of dough, l�d swim back to Hong Kong.

-What�s his angle? -He wants a clear field with Julie, l guess.

Figures he�ll make a big man out of himself with her

by riding me out of town on a golden rail.

-What time are you leaving? -l�m not.

As long as you�re gonna stay, you and l can go into business together.

What are we gonna use for capital?

Would that do?

Belongs to a necklace of 14-carat stones. Twenty of them. All perfect.

-Where�d you get it? -Sideline.

The necklace is in Hong Kong in a safe at The Grand Hotel.

-Sizzles like a fried egg. -lt�s cool enough to be sold.

lt�s worth a 100,000. l�ll take 40,000.

Why do you want a middleman?

l don�t wanna mix it up with my legitimate business.

Now where am l going to find some sweet old dowager

who�ll just hand me $40,000 and no questions asked?

-l figure Halloran. -l�m listening.

Tell him where the rest of the necklace is.

lf he wants to make a deal, it�s got to be cash,

in your hands, in Hong Kong.

-How do you know l won�t run out on you? -l don�t.

-The lady of the loaded dice. -You�re up early for a loser.

You can�t make a dishonest dollar lying in bed.

ls Halloran around?

Mr. Halloran is busy counting out your dowry.

-You ready to leave? -Unless you�ve got a better offer.

lt won�t buy a ticket to Hong Kong.

You suppose you could tear yourself away from me

-long enough to tell the boss l�m here? -What�s your hurry?

This has been burning a hole in my pocket.

-How long have you had that? -lt�s part of the old family fortune.

My calling card.

l hear you�ve come into money.

You mean this little trinket? lt�s nothing, really.

This usually hangs on for dear life

to a necklace of 20 flawless 14-carat diamonds.

-Where did you pick it up? -ln a silk hat.

l use diamonds instead of rabbits.

-How much for the works? -l�ll let them find a new home for $40,000.

l�m always in the market for first-rate stuff.

Like it?

l always have.

-Where�s the rest of the necklace? -l left it in Hong Kong.

-Careless of me, wasn�t it? -lt all depends. We might make a deal.

Why don�t you pick up the necklace and bring it back here?

The deal has to be made in Hong Kong.

-ltzumi, you feel like a trip? -The boat�s in order, sir.

Do you think that�s such a good idea,

going off on a blind date with a hatchet-man?

-Oh, you want me to go with you? -lf you want the necklace.

Come in.

-How�d you make out? -We�re in business.

-Price okay, huh? -No argument.

l�m meeting Halloran at the dock at 9:30 tonight and we�re taking his boat.

-Be careful. His crew might jump you. -There won�t be any crew.

The two of us are going alone.

Nice work.

l was just going to ask you where l could borrow one.

Sideline.

Here�s the key to my box in the safe at The Grand Hotel.

Ask for Mr. Stewart. l�ll cable him you�re coming.

l ought to be back by morning.

By the way, ever think of going home?

l can�t go home any more than you can, even if l wanted to.

Why not?

Little hassle over a redhead.

Somebody fired a shot. lt turned out to be me.

-The other guy get killed? -No.

But l got all the way to China before l found that out.

Then l just kept on going.

A smart guy would go home and face the music.

That�s great advice coming from you.

l don�t see you trying to clear up your own record.

l�ll go back one of these days or my name isn�t Lawrence C. Trumble.

What does the C stand for?

-Cicero. But keep it under your hat. -What else would l do with it?

-Thanks for the flowers. -l couldn�t afford a wreath.

-What happened with you last night? -Nothing.

Nothing? You mean you just turn it on, turn it off. And nothing, eh?

-l�m a creature of moods. -What did l do?

Look at him. He�s only a boy.

Now wait a minute. Tell me what l did.

Well, you�re registered, that�s all.

l thought you were something special and suddenly you�re registered.

l said to myself, ��Oh, that kind.

��l�ve got a whole cigar box full of that kind.��

You know, you�re wrong.

l�ll see you in a month.

-Listen to me, will you? -Oh, come now.

lt won�t be a month.

l wasn�t trying any routine last night, believe me.

l wish l could believe you.

Sometimes l get so tired just remembering to keep my guard up.

Let�s go someplace where we can sit down and cool off and talk.

l can�t. Gimpy�s waiting. l have to rehearse.

-Maybe after the show. -l�m going to Hong Kong tonight.

l�ll be back tomorrow.

-How come? -Deal.

lf it works out, we�ll have all the money we need.

Are you sure you have to rehearse right now?

Pretty sure.

-When are you leaving? -ln a couple of hours.

-Will l see you tomorrow? -You try not to and see what happens.

ln the meantime, see if you can manage to stay away from Halloran.

-Never touch the stuff. -Quick Reward.

Ahoy there! Are they biting today?

l heard there were sharks out here but l�m willing to settle for a sardine.

Careful of the sun.

How about coming on board for a drink and some shade?

You don�t have to ask me twice.

Here we are.

Gentlemen, this is Lieutenant Bryan of the New York police department.

-Mr. Chang. -Mr. Chang.

-Mr. Alvaris of the lnternational Police. -Mr. Alvaris.

-How about a drink? -Why not?

We have been watching for you for two days.

First chance l�ve had to get away.

You fellows from the States don�t care

how far you sling your nets to catch one fish.

Well, this one�s a whopper. We�ve been after him for two years.

-How do you like my boat? -Looks okay.

-l didn�t keep you waiting? -No, no, l just got here myself.

lf you�re looking for your girlfriend, she won�t be with you tonight.

You know about last night, huh?

That�s the trouble with women. They talk too much.

How do you suppose l�m making out with her?

Let�s go aboard.

What a cheap police trick.

Thought l wouldn�t recognize the stuff l sent to Hong Kong only a week ago.

Risk the three-mile limit? Not me.

-You sent for me, O Genghis Khan? -You don�t mind, do you? Sit down.

What are you celebrating tonight?

We�ll have a drink, then go on my boat and l�ll tell you all about it.

l�ll take a rain check for that boat ride.

Maybe you prefer a sampan.

Maybe, Mr. Halloran.

How long did it take you to call him Nick, last night?

Look, Julie, l like you.

So let me set you straight on Mr. Nick Cochrane.

He�s a detective lieutenant sent out from New York

with orders to bring me back.

He was making a play for you so you�d help him get close to me.

-l don�t believe you. -What makes you think l�m a liar?

l wanna hear what Nick has to say when he gets back tomorrow.

lt ought to be very interesting.

When you�ve made up your mind about him, let me know.

l�ll be waiting.

-Aren�t you afraid of falling in the water? -l live in a sampan like the others.

You didn�t hear a boat leave here in the last hour or so?

A motorboat? You didn�t hear anything?

-l heard a fight. -Where?

Something went wrong.

-Who�s been chasing you? -Who�s been chasing me?

Did you ever hear of the United States Marines?

Assume that l have. What is it?

��To the Commissioner of Police,

��you are advised Mr. Nick Cochrane, an American, has been

��reported missing as of last night.

��We would appreciate your cooperation regarding his whereabouts.��

Signed by the American Consul in Hong Kong.

-When did it arrive? -Fifteen minutes ago.

How did the consul find out about Cochrane?

All l know, the commissioner called us all in,

gave me this cable, told me to find Cochrane or resign.

Get on the phone. Find out who cabled the consulate.

This is Lieutenant Felizardo Jose Espirito Sebastian.

Take off the gold braid.

This is Lieutenant Sebastian. l want the cable office.

This is Lieutenant Sebastian.

l want the list of everyone who sent a cable in the past 24 hours.

A list! The entire list!

Don�t tell me not to scream ! l�ll scream as much as l please!

How many went out, who sent them ! Every single name!

No cables went out in the past 24 hours.

Aren�t you afraid someone might hear you?

l brought you some breakfast.

lt�s the first time l ever saw a warden dolled up in a neglig�e.

Who was it that tapped me into dreamland last night

and rolled me for the diamond and the gun?

Rice cakes? Delicious.

All they left me was that set of loaded dice.

You do remember these, don�t you?

How come they dragged me up here instead of dumping me in the bay?

You know, you remind me of an old Egyptian girlfriend of mine.

The sphinx.

Are you partial to females made of stone?

Good morning, Miss Benton. Did you sleep well?

Who slept?

-Mr. Cochrane hasn�t returned yet, has he? -Not to my knowledge.

Rickshaw!

Rickshaw!

-What is it? -Are we alone?

ls anyone listening?

Why?

Are you a friend of the young American?

Nick? Where is he?

-He�s in trouble. -What trouble?

l�ll tell you as we walk.

Are you sure this is the place?

Up those stairs, first door to your right. lf you�re looking for your friend.

-What�s he doing here? -Ever hear of the word privacy?

Well, you certainly do get around, don�t you?

l just wanted to know if you were all right.

Why don�t you ask Margie?

He was afraid to go home in the fog and my guest room was handy.

You left out a few details, honey.

-Did you find him? -Yes, l found him all right.

Thanks.

lt�s quarter to three

There�s no one in the place except you and me

So, set �em up, Joe

l got a little story you ought to know

We�re drinking, my friend

To the end of a brief episode

Make it one for my baby

One more for the road

You know the routine

So put another nickel in the machine

l�m feeling so bad

l hope you make the music dreamy and sad

Could tell you a lot

But you�ve gotta be true to your code

Make it one for my baby

One more for the road

You never know it

But, buddy, l�m a kind of poet

And l�ve got a lot of things to say

And when l�m gloomy

You simply gotta listen to me

Until it�s tucked away

Well, that�s how it goes

And Joe, l know you�re getting anxious to close

So thanks for the beer

l hope you didn�t mind my bendin� your ear

This torch that l�ve found

Must be drowned or it soon will explode

Make it one for baby

One more for the road

That long

Long, long

Road

l took this town and choked it with my bare hands until it coughed up.

-You have gone far, Mr. Halloran. -Far?

l can�t go beyond the three-mile limit.

And even with Cochrane under lock and key,

l can�t leave Macao until l know who�s working with him.

How did this diamond get away from my fence in Hong Kong?

Who communicated with the American consul last night?

What kind of a spy system have you got?

lt was l who discovered that someone had used the shortwave on your boat.

Congratulations. But who used it?

Not Trumble. Not the girl. We�ve got to make Cochrane talk.

l beg of you. Nothing must happen to the American.

-My job is at stake. -My life is at stake.

lf it were anyone else, l�d say that you were frightened.

l�ll show you how frightened l am.

l send $100,000 necklace to Hong Kong and what do l get?

l get Cochrane with a stone from my necklace.

Well, l�ve had enough of that. l�m going to Hong Kong myself tonight.

Where are the Rover Boys?

You�d better hurry. They�re in the kitchen eating.

-Maybe they�re down in the street eating. -Maybe you don�t want to leave.

Why you doing all this?

When you leave Macao, don�t forget to take that canary with you.

Thanks, doll.

-Cochrane? -l sent him out for an airing.

-l�ll go get help. -No, no good now.

Sorry. Tried to get...

Tried to use you to get Halloran out to the police boat at the three-mile limit.

l thought you could help. Hide, or he�ll get you, too.

Go home.

l fixed it with police headquarters in New York.

-Get out of here! -Now, wait a minute, let me talk to you.

-Blondes he wants. -Cut it out, will you!

What are we? Delegates to a peace conference?

l couldn�t help it.

She had a gun in your back. Stand still.

-There was a gun in my back. -You�re a liar!

l�m not trying to lie to you.

They would�ve killed me. They killed Trumble tonight.

Oh, yes.

Oh, no.

lsn�t there something you can do about it?

What can l do?

What�s the matter? Didn�t it happen on your beat?

-What do you mean? -Stop it. l know you�re a cop.

-Me? -Yes, Halloran told me.

You�re a New York cop come to take him back to the States.

That was Trumble. Trumble was the cop.

They got the right man tonight and they didn�t know it.

That knife they stuck in him was meant for me.

Come on, get dressed and let�s go.

-Go where? -Anywhere off this island. Saigon.

l got a good connection in Saigon.

l�m so tired of running.

-What else can we do? -l don�t know.

l was never considered a brain, but... l want to go home.

l can�t. Maybe you can, but l can�t.

Wouldn�t it wash off a lot of black marks if you could deliver Halloran?

Trumble said something about that.

Oh, no, nothing would make Halloran leave Macao.

He�s leaving Macao tonight. He�s going to Hong Kong on his boat.

-Asked me to go with him. -Well, Julie Benton, girl companion.

-And what did you say? -l told him l�d think it over.

You did?

Well, you annoyed me a little when you belted me with that blonde.

-l won�t go. -l think you�d better.

-Will it help you? -l think it will.

Let�s go below.

What are you doing here?

ls your master leaving for Hong Kong tonight?

Yes.

ls he afraid of the detective?

Not anymore. l took care of that.

And his friends? Did he lead you to them?

You heard what l said!

Cast off.

We must have passed the three-mile limit by now.

Why were they after you or shouldn�t l ask?

Some day, when l get to know you better, l�ll tell you.

-Ahoy there, need any help? -l could have used you five minutes ago.

-l presume that�s Halloran? -What�s left of him. Yeah.

l�m Stewart of the international police.

-Where�s Lieutenant Bryan? -Bryan?

-l think you knew him as Trumble. -He didn�t make it, Captain.

l see, come aboard and tell me about it.

Nick, are you all right?

l�ve got some unfinished business.

You can make your report in Hong Kong.

But you�re all wet.

You�d better start getting used to me fresh out of the shower.