All language subtitles for Five.Golden.Dragons.1967.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Passports, please.

Thank you, madam.

Passport, please.

Until this time tomorrow,
Mr. Porter.

Thanks.

Where is this?

- That's over on the island, sir.
- Okay. Hurry.

Don't lose him.

Here. Take this.

Can you deliver it for me?

- Okay.
- Thank you.

Keep the change.

Come in.

- Good morning, sir.
- What's good about it?

What have you got there?

It's a photograph, sir.

I may be in a senile condition,

but I have not yet gone blind.

Let's have a look at it.

Take no offense, Chiao.
I have indigestion.

Yes, sir.

From the position
where we found the body,

it must have fallen from here.

The flat's been empty for months,

and the caretaker says
anybody he's shown around

could have taken
an impression of the key

- and let themselves in.
- Well, that's a lot of help.

- What about prints?
- No, sir.

And the body?

No signs of identification, sir,

except the suit...
Made in New York.

And his prints?

Nothing on our record, sir.

You'll have to try the States,
won't you?

I did so, half an hour ago.

Come in.

- Excuse me, sir.
- Yes, what is it?

Taxi driver, sir. He's outside.

He wants to talk to
Inspector Chiao.

- May I have him brought in, sir?
- Yes, do.

Is this social
or business, Chiao?

I had an announcement made
on the radio, sir,

after the morning news,
for any information.

Well, what do you have to say?

"Bob Mitchell,
Hong Kong Hilton."

"Five Golden Dragons."

Does that mean anything to you?

No. No, it doesn't, sir.

And you?

- Take a statement from him, Chiao.
- Yes, sir.

Chiao, I have a hunch that
we're on to something good here.

There may be
only five golden dragons,

but I have a sixth sense,

and it tells me that we may be
on to something very important.

Yes, sir.

All right, I know you think that

two years in
an American police college

is worth more than
30 years' experience,

but I still believe in hunches.

Yes, sir.

What's more,
I believe in you, my lad,

which is why I want
you to go to the Hilton Hotel

and see Mr. Mitchell yourself.

- In plain clothes, of course.
- Very good, sir.

And...

in the immortal words
of Shakespeare,

"There are more things, Horatio,

in heaven and earth,
that are dreamed of

in your philosophy."

"Hamlet," Act I, Scene IV.

Scene V, sir.

"I dote on his very absence."

"Merchant of Venice."

Act I, Scene il.

Oh, no. For heaven's sake.

Oh, here.
Here, give me your hand.

There. There you are.

Well, my, my.
You're doing beautifully.

Do you...

Do you always drown like this?

No. It's just they pushed me.

- Oh, I see.
- Oh, did I ruin it?

No, no.
It's an underwater camera.

What's your name?

My name is Bob Mitchell.

- Oh.
- What's...

What's your name?

- Oh, well, my name is...
- Ingrid!

Mitchell: Achtung!

- What do you want?
- You're standing on my hand.

Oh, I'm sorry about that.

Mr. Mitchell,
that's my sister, Margret.

- Well, how do you do?
- Hello.

Excuse my hand.
It's still a little numb.

- Oh, I'm sorry about that.
- Won't you join us?

Have a cool drink?

Oh, why not?

I think I'd like to have
a Tom Collins.

- Oh, yeah, me, too.
- Would you like to sit at the table

or shall I bring the table
into the pool?

Well, come on. Come on.

Well...

- See anyone named Bob Mitchell?
- Bob Mitchell?

- Yeah.
- That's the gentleman over there.

We're leaving
in a couple of days.

- Oh, where are you going?
- That's none of your business.

That's true.
Look, maybe you could recons...

Pardon my intrusion, sir.

A gentleman would like
to see you, sir.

- Tell him I'm busy.
- The gentleman is a police inspector.

Look, you heard me.
Tell him that... I'll be right over.

Thank you, sir.

Probably wants to tell me
I'm double-parked.

What he doesn't know is that
my car's in San Francisco.

Oh, isn't he crazy?

Mr. Mitchell?

Oh, howdy, pal.

Do you know this man?

Well, he certainly looks familiar.

He's dead, isn't he?

I asked you if you know him.

Even if I did, how would I know?

I've never seen him dead before.

Oh.

Then you have seen him before.

Well, if he's who I think he is,
his name is, um...

I met him in
the Manila Hilton last week.

Said he was a lawyer
from New York.

Oh, Porter.
Porter. That's the name.

Matter of fact, we made a date
to meet in Hong Kong

here at the hotel last night at 8:00.

I wondered why he...

We found his body at 5:00.

Oh, I'm sorry. Accident?

No, he had a fall,
and it wasn't an accident.

Well, why are you telling me this?

Apparently, one of
the last things he did was...

write this.

Bob Mitchell, all right.

Who or what are
the five golden dragons?

I haven't the slightest idea.
I've never heard their records.

Mr. Mitchell, we'd rather like you
to stay in Hong Kong

until the investigation is complete.

Thank you.
That's very hospitable.

I like it here. That is,
if it doesn't take you too long.

It may be quicker than you think.

Oh, yeah.

That's Japanese, you know?
I speak that, too.

- Thank you.
- Been talking about me, haven't you?

Did you say a lot of nice things?

- Did you get arrested?
- Arrested? Of course not.

Somebody wrote a note
that he thought was for me,

so he dropped it by.

Will you please excuse us?

- Ingrid, we have to leave.
- Why now?

I thought you said you were
going to stay a couple more days.

- Sorry. Thanks for the drink.
- You mean to say

you're going to let me
just sit here and get sunstroke?

Is that thrilling dinner date still on?

You betcha.

Meet you in the lobby
at 7:30, then.

7:30. It's a date. All right.

- Underwater camera?
- Huh?

Not really, son, no.

You see, I lie a lot.

Oh. Oh, no.

What happened? Could... could...

Hello? Could some...

Come in. I mean, who is it?

Well, who would have ever
suspected a simple playboy

being one of
the Five Golden Dragons?

- What did you say?
- You are a Dragon, aren't you?

It's not only dragging,
I think it's broken.

Oh, no. I lit right on my...

What... what... what are you...

Look... oh, hello.

Please forgive me.
I don't know what happened.

I either bumped into a wall
or tripped on something.

Somebody tripped you.

- Who?
- Me.

You? Why?

What are you wearing
this robe for?

Robe? This is a darkroom. See?

It even has its own red light.

I was just opening my...

Well, that's the chance you take

when you've got
an underwater camera.

Why do you put this act on?

Act?

You know exactly what I mean...

- Look...
- Dr. Mitchell.

A graduate from Stanford
doesn't act the way you do.

Listen to me,
what are you afraid of?

What are you running away from?

Look, tell me.
Please, I can help you.

Could you find it
in your heart to trust me?

Maybe someday you'll know.

But it seemed so urgent
down at the pool.

I could see it in your eyes.

I can't. I can't.

You said that thrilling
dinner date is still on.

Maybe we can talk about it then.

All right.
We'll talk about it then.

- 7:30?
- 7:30.

And.. I didn't hurt you
anywhere, did I?

You? No, of course not.
It was the floor.

Oh, boy, was it the floor.

You don't have a wheelchair
on you, do you?

What was in the note?

Oh, come on. Don't be silly.

We know everything.

We have the police station
watched day and night,

so you'd better tell the truth.

Now, what was in this note?

What was in this note?

"Five Golden Dragons."

No, no, I mean
that I love fish, but I...

Thank you very much...

I think you really
shouldn't eat too much raw fish.

Just an opinion.

Oh, Mr. Mitchell?

Look, we've known each other
four hours. Call me Bob.

Okay, Bob. Do you dance?

Yes, I did,
up until this afternoon.

I had a little fall.

- Oh, did you?
- On my... on my back.

Oh, do you want me
to fix it for you?

- I really can fix backs, believe me.
- I believe you.

No thanks, just the same.
Thank you.

I think Ingrid's little suggestion here
may just do the trick...

Little Chinese watusi.

Swim. Monkey.
Black bottom. Black-and-blue.

Listen, I'm sorry,
I think you'll have to forgive me.

It's a little violent for my sacroiliac.

Any other ideas?

I can do that.

What do you want?

I'm finished with you.

Look...

I really need to talk
to your boyfriend.

He's just someone
I met at the pool.

- He's not important.
- He's important to me.

Make him stay in the restaurant.

- No.
- Eh...

She's very pretty, your sister.

All right.

- I want to...
- I'm afraid we have to leave.

- Why?
- You got a problem?

I'll explain everything later.

- Come on, hurry up.
- Check, please.

Come on.

Something always happens...

Hey, you're really serious,
aren't you?

Jump! Hold on! Hurry up!

No, they've got men over there.

Wait a minute.
See those baskets?

Lie on the bottom of the boat

and cover up
with the baskets, quick!

That's it. Don't move.

I'm gonna try
to make them follow me.

I'm gonna get sliced up
like a goose.

- Taxi!
- Taxi!

Well, thank you.

Well, for heaven's sake.

I hardly recognized you
in your uniform.

You're my old pal So Long,
aren't you?

The name is Chiao.

Yeah, but you see, in Italy,
"so long" is "ciao."

- I'm... I'm a linguist.
- Well, you're also in trouble.

Oh, you noticed that? Yeah.

I had the same feeling
right here.

- Mr. Mitchell?
- Yes?

Your friends seem to be
accident-prone.

Oh?

We just found another body...

floating in the harbor.

You'll pardon me, but I don't think
they're any friends of mine.

This is one of the questions
we'll want to ask you.

Okay, shoot.

Tomorrow morning, Mr. Mitchell,
at the police headquarters.

- Oh.
- Shall we say 10:00?

Okay, let's say that.

Well, ciao, Chiao.

I mean, Inspector. Ciao.

Oh, excuse me,
you don't happen to be driving

anywhere near the Hilton Hotel
on the way home, do you?

It's all right. It's all right.
It's me, Bob Mitchell.

It's me.

Oh. I... I fell asleep.

- I was so exhausted waiting for you.
- No, don't apologize. Look.

I couldn't have worked this out
better if I tried.

I'm glad you're back.

Thanks. So am I.

You don't know how lucky we are

that nobody got killed.

Yeah, you may have been a nobody,
but when you get killed,

you suddenly become somebody,
at least to the police.

- Somebody's dead?
- Very.

- Gert?
- Gert?

Oh, the chain-smoker.

No, unfortunately,
he's still got one lit somewhere.

Does he mean something to you?

Oh, he will get me.

Once they have a victim,
they won't let go.

- The Golden Dragons?
- Yeah.

Well, then I was right,
they are people.

Fiends.

Five of the most evil men
the world has ever known.

Their syndicate controls
the illicit gold market,

with headquarters
in Paris, Rome,

New York, Beirut, and Hong Kong.

Have you told the police
about this?

How could I?
I don't know who they are.

- Oh.
- They don't even know each other.

What? Well, that is
a secret society, isn't it?

How did you get
mixed up in all this?

I used to work for them.

I'm a stewardess...

An indispensable
profession to them.

Then we started flying into Beirut

and I fell in love.

Oh, and that's a no-no?

I know I shouldn't have,

but I told him what I was doing,

and he was trying
to go to the police.

And never got there?

They killed him.
They killed him.

And I know they're going to
do it to me.

Now, listen,
I promise you something.

Tomorrow, I'll get you
out of Hong Kong.

It doesn't matter.
Wherever I go, they will get me.

No, no. Please, please.

It's just my wristwatch.
It's got an alarm.

Listen,
get a hold of yourself, please.

I went you to relax,
get some sleep.

Understand?
I'll see you in the morning.

Come in!

What's happened
to my 10:00 appointment?

- I don't know, sir.
- Get me Inspector Chiao.

He went out half an hour ago.

Hmm? Did he leave a message?

He was going to bring
some gentleman back with him.

- What gentleman?
- Mr. Mitchell, sir.

Oh, Mr. Mitchell. Thank you.

Not before time.

All right. All right.

All right, all right.
I have excellent hearing.

Well, you may have
excellent hearing,

but you're certainly not punctual.

We mustn't keep
the commissioner waiting.

I'll just get my...
Come on in, come on in.

I'll be right with you.

I just laid down for a minute
and must've fallen asleep.

- What time is it?
- It's 11:00, Mr. Mitchell.

That late, huh?

- Sit down.
- No, thank you.

I'll come straight to the point.

You had a fight last night,
and the fellow was killed.

Yes, I was almost that fellow.

What is it that makes you
so important, Mr. Mitchell?

Important enough to be killed?

I haven't the slightest idea.

I've never been
this popular before.

Mr. Mitchell,

your behavior would appear
to be contrary

to your background.

And furthermore,
I want to tell you that...

Inspector, I've got to get
a couple of things.

My wallet. Be right with you.

Well, that's funny, isn't it?

Do you always lock
your bedroom door?

Yes, yes. I always lock it.
I locked it.

You got the key?

No, no, I haven't got it.

Get the room boy.

Inspector, look,
you're a man of the world.

Surely you've gotten
yourself into spots...

Not that this is
what you think it is...

Who is she?

Inspector, I'm a gentleman.

Gentlemen do not...

Oh, Ken.

- That's Ken.
- Thank you.

Thank you, Ken.

She, um...

there... there's somebody
in there, isn't there?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yes.

Go on in.

Broken neck, I'll say.

Make it 11:03. Hancock suite.

- No signs of a struggle.
- No.

Well?

Get on the phone!
I'll get after him!

The main door, please.

Quickly.

All right.

I know you've answered
a lot of questions already.

I don't want to distress you
any more than I have to.

Oh, I don't mind.

I know you want to help us.

So, remember,

any little thing
that may seem trivial to you

may be important to us.

Hmm?

Well, I've told
the inspector everything,

and he wrote it down.

I think you'd better go
back to the hotel, hmm?

We'll have a talk later on
when you're feeling better.

Yes, please.

Chiao, call a car.

Oh, no. I'd rather be alone.

The hotel is not far, is it?

I'd like to walk.

I think you'd better have a car.

No, please. I want to be alone.

Very well.

Good-bye, and thank you.

Sergeant?

Follow her, and don't let her
out of your sight.

Yes, sir.

Here. Get in.
I can take you to safety.

Please be as quick as you can.
I'm in a great hurry, yes.

Oh, please go faster.

Please run faster, can't you?

This way. To the right. Right.

Please hurry!

No, down there!
This is the wrong way! Down there!

Please go back! Not this way!
Can't you hear me?

No, not this way, please!

- Come here!
- Oh! No!

Look, your name is Ingrid?

- Please! Please! I'm a friend!
- Who are you?

My name is Ah Sing.
I bring message from Bob Mitchell.

- Oh, where is he?
- Safe place.

He wants you tell me
about bad man,

always smoking.

You've seen him...

at floating restaurant...
Aberdeen.

You know him?

No, I don't,
but I think my sister did,

because went to nightclub here
and he was at the bar.

Which nightclub?

Oh, I don't remember the name,

but there was a singer there
called Magda.

Magda?

Oh, I know.
It was the Blue World.

Oh, sorry, sorry.

- Exciting, isn't she?
- Mm-hmm.

- Are you in show business?
- Yes, I am.

That is exciting. I'm...

Well, I guess I am, in a way.

I sell chewing gum.

- Hmm.
- Confections.

You sell much chewing gum
here in the club?

Pardon?

- What is her name?
- Magda.

- I beg your pardon?
- Magda.

- Oh. Very pretty.
- Mmm.

Gee, wait'll I tell
the folks back home.

You're just the greatest.

I'm glad you liked it.

Oh, it's you... you...

Magda, what did you mean
finishing the number here?

Half the audience can't see you.

- I'm interested in this half.
- I pay you to entertain them all.

You don't pay me, period.

Don't try it again.

Good night.

Gee, I'm terribly embarrassed.

Hope I didn't cause you
any trouble.

No, no. No trouble.

How would you like to sit down
and have a drink with me?

Uh-huh, on my chaise lounge.

Oh.

- Think I'll be able to find it?
- You can't miss it.

Well, wait a moment.

What about your friend?

Peterson? He misses quite a lot.

Yeah. Sure hope he misses me.

Well.

Well, doggone it.

You just can't believe
what a thrill this is for me.

I...

This would probably
not even happen

back in my hometown,
Olathe, Kansas.

Would you like to have
that drink now?

Oh, yeah, that's a good idea.
I am kind of thirsty.

Just a small one, though.
Tomato juice.

You gonna have one with me?

No, I don't drink
when I'm doing a show.

Oh, that's good.

And would you mind
if I slipped out of this thing?

No.

Oh, look,

I'm probably in your way.

- Now, mister...
- Mitchell.

- Mr. Mitchell.
- Bob Mitchell, Olathe, Kansas.

Do you mean
you're not interested?

Yeah, I am, but, um...

Don't you want to help me?

Mm-hmm. How do I... how...

You unzip me.

You know, this is amazing.

It's almost like mind-reading.

I knew that we'd feel
this way about each other

long before fate and your song
brought us together.

Oh, I didn't tell you.

This fellow that I met,

well, he talked as though
he knew you real well.

I can't do his accent.
He was one of those foreigners.

But he said, "Now, Bob Mitchell,

don't you dare leave Hong Kong

without going over
to the Blue World

and hearing Magda sing."

He was a strange fellow.

I would say about 5'7 " or 5'8".

And he had sort of
real wild eyes.

They got even wilder
when he talked about you.

Oh, and he smoked a lot.
All the time.

I bet he even smoked
when he was asleep.

And his name... oh, yeah.

They called him Gert.
Gert. Mm-hmm.

I suppose that's short for Gertrude,

but he didn't seem to mind.

This fellow doesn't happen
to be anyone that...

No. You know, we get all sorts
of people here in the club.

Yeah, I bet.

Kooks.
The world's full of kooks.

Oh! Oh, here's something.

He said that he was connected...

I didn't quite get whether
it was a singing group or a combo.

They may play bagpipes,
for all I know.

The Five Golden "Dragoons."

I got the impression
they'd really struck gold, too.

Just coining money,
like the Beatles.

Does this fellow
ring a bell with you?

He doesn't, but you do.

I'll be right back
after this number.

Oh.

And then you'll have to
change again, will you?

There'll be a change, all right.

Where have you been?

Changing.
And I had to make a phone call.

- Who to?
- It's none of your business.

Everything that goes on
in this club is my business.

Don't forget it.

I don't take my orders from you.

Don't you forget that either.

Announcer: Magda.

I don't like this, Chiao.

Two deaths in 48 hours.

If we knew the motives
behind these two killings,

we'd be a long way
to finding the answer.

Chiao: Right, sir.

You're quite sure that
everything's being watched?

Yes, sir. Kai Tak Airport,

ocean terminal, the ferries.

We have a double staff
on duty, sir.

"Though patience
be a tired mare,

yet she..."

"Yet she..."

"Yet she will plod."

- "Henry V"...
- Act il, Scene I.

"Patience be a tired mare,
yet she will plod."

Yes? Yes?

Right. I want a dozen men
out there double quick,

and my car right away.

Chiao, a tip-off.

Mr. Bob Mitchell has been seen
in the Blue World nightclub.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

the Blue World nightclub takes
great pleasure in presenting

one of Japan's
most popular singing stars,

Miss Yukari Ito.

- Have you heard anything?
- Nothing yet.

But the meeting's
tomorrow night, isn't it?

That was the message.

The Dragons will all be here.

All right, Chiao.

Stay here with six men,
watch the exit.

- Very good, sir.
- You four...

Good evening, Commissioner.

What brings you here?

We've had a tip-off that a man
we're looking for is in your club.

What does he look like?

We have his description.
I'll know him when I see him.

Help yourself.

- Is this the way to your office?
- Yes.

A few questions
I want to ask you.

It's a pity we don't
see you here more often.

Nightclubs are hardly in my line,

except in the course of duty.

And duty's called you here
tonight, Commissioner?

We must be grateful for
the pleasure of your company.

Cigar?

No, thank you, Mr. Peterson.

Now, you say
that you have no idea

who made that
telephone call, hmm?

We have quite a large staff here,
Commissioner,

all of them
extremely loyal employees

who would do anything to help.

Oh, yes, I'm sure.

It was probably made from
the backstage telephone, I hear.

One of the artists, perhaps?

Peterson:
That's possible, but hardly likely.

The singer
you have here, Magda...

- How long has she been with you?
- Magda?

Over a year, since we opened.
I know her very well, indeed.

She would've told me
before she called the police.

I want to have a word with her.

Also with the compere, Max.

Where is he from?

I'm not quite sure, Inspector.
I believe he...

He worked in India before.

He's rather very good.

He's been here
almost as long as Magda.

You don't change the main attraction
too often, do you?

Just a cozy little family.

There's no point in it.

Why not, I wonder?

Business is good enough at weekends,
but quietest during the week?

Perhaps you have a sideline,
Mr. Peterson.

Sideline? What do you mean?

Of course, you're only
the manager, aren't you?

Now I'll take a look
at the backstage area.

You are welcome, Commissioner.

You may see anywhere you please.

- Is this the right way?
- After you.

Commissioner:
I understand, then,

that this establishment
is run entirely by a syndicate?

- That's correct.
- Persons unknown to you?

Unknown to me, sir.

You deal only through
the accountants?

- That's right.
- I've got to talk to you.

- Pardon me.
- They have their head office...

- He's gone.
- What do you mean, gone?

- I don't know.
- I'll see you later.

- Good night, Magda.
- I'll do that and let you know.

Good night, Commissioner.

I'm sorry we couldn't help you,

but you'll find him, I'm sure.
Good night.

- Good night.
- If you'll excuse me.

Good night, Commissioner.

Well, we are going to
lock up now.

Very well.

Mr. Mitchell, I believe.

You're very strange duck.

Yes, that's what they say,

but then I think that's true
of all decoys.

Come in.

Excuse me, sir.
The young lady is here.

Ask her to wait
a few moments, will you?

Commissioner, Mr. Porter,

was he who he said he was?

Apparently, he represented certain
interests in the United States

who wanted to buy in to
the Golden Dragon organization.

From the contents of this briefcase,
there seems little doubt

that the Dragons
are about to sell out

and the Mafia are about to
move in for $50 million.

Now you can see
why they say crime doesn't pay.

It may be truer than you think.

The Golden Dragons are having

a little difficulty at the moment

with an arithmetical
problem... division.

- The treasure of Sierra Madre?
- Exactly.

Four dragons too many.

Now, they've scheduled
a most unusual event

a couple of days from now,
right here in Hong Kong.

What's unusual about it?

They're going to meet each other
for the very first time.

Oh, yes. Yes.

We're pretty sure of four of them,

but dragon number five...

He's still something
of a question mark,

even to the other dragons.

I'd like to have a front row seat
when they meet.

If you aren't careful,
you may have one.

You received the note
from Porter,

which was really an S.O.S.,

but you got it while fraternizing

with one of their stewardesses

who had outlived her usefulness,

which puts you in a light
of extreme suspicion.

Now, they've marked you

as a pay-off man
from the other camp

who intends to divide
and conquer.

That's good, that's good.
I like that part.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you very much.

Oh.

Ingrid!

Oh, Bob!

Oh, thank heavens!

"Things at their worst
must cease,

or else climb upward
to what they were before."

"Macbeth."

Act IV, Scene Ill.

They work very fast
in London, sir.

- Hmm?
- Our man is on his way.

Oh? He'll be here
in half an hour.

Chiao, Golden Dragon number one.

Origination, Paris.

And destination, sir?

I've a pretty shrewd idea.

When is number two due?

The ship docks
from the States at midday.

Golden Dragon number two.

Couldn't look
more respectable if he tried.

"Men should be what they seem."

- "Othello," I think.
- Right, sir.

Any news from Beirut yet?

I spoke to
the naval intelligence, sir.

There's a private yacht coming
into the harbor.

Golden Dragon number three.

How nice to be rich.

They say the climate
is very nice in Beirut.

It's getting a little hot
at this time of the year.

6:00.

Now to greet number four.

Golden Dragon number four.

All four visitors,
present and correct, sir.

Precisely.

But who is their host,
number five?

Let the ceremony
of initiation begin.

I would remind you, my friends,

of the precautions we agreed upon
among ourselves.

Each of you has
in his possession

a golden key
which unlocks the door

of the pagoda in front of him.

Within that door
is a loaded revolver

aimed directly at your heart.

The right key opens the door.

The wrong key...

presents you with
a passport to paradise.

I shall commence myself.

It is now your turn.

Number three.

Number four.

This is indeed
a unique occasion.

We've worked together
for 10 years,

and only now
have we finally met.

Not all of us have met.

As I understand,

there's a message
from our fifth brother.

It seems he is
unavoidably detained,

but he hopes to join us
later tonight.

I will speak frankly.

Our order is in deadly peril.

Each of us may be a marked man,

and already
the innermost secrets

of our organization
have been penetrated.

There's no time to lose.

The order must be liquidated

and our assets realized.

We all know about the offer.

As far as I'm concerned,
it's a good idea.

$50 million in cash
in a Swiss bank.

I would prefer my $10 million
in my own bank.

We all know
the method of payment

that each one of us requires.

There is only one real problem.

Are all the shares
going to be equal?

One of us seems
to think otherwise.

At midnight tonight,

he will have
his final chance to explain,

when we meet again
and the vote is cast.

Until then, I suggest
we defer our judgment.

Hello.

Any news?

The girl is water-skiing.

Why are you so sure
he'll try and rescue her?

Because he's stupid enough
to think he'll succeed.

Why so concerned?

Looking for a new boyfriend?

You're ruining all my makeup.

Is everything set
for the meeting?

Yes.

The stage is all set.

The cast should be
complete tonight.

You're very clever, aren't you?

Almost as clever as you, Magda.

If you think I'm so clever,
why don't you trust me?

Trust is a two-way affair.

Why don't you trust me?

If everything goes well,

we'll be out of our
troubles tonight,

and start again...

far away from here...

together.

All right.

Later.

Love is also a two-way affair,
you know?

There are times I could kill you.

I feel exactly the same way
about you sometimes.

Stop! Stop, I say!

Let go! Let go of the rope!

- Let go!
- Do as he says!

You, there!

No!

Oh, fine. Facts!

You're the one
who's not facing facts!

You're talking about this
prearranged, theoretical plan.

The fact is,
a girl has been kidnapped!

And that was not part
of your plan.

I am not unsympathetic.

What exactly would you propose?

I propose to go in and get her.

Alone, if I have to.
I was hoping you'd help me.

And I know that
she's hidden down there

in that Happy World joint.

It is just 6:00.
Since last evening,

my men have watched every exit

and entrance of the Happy World.

What about the Golden Dragons?

All four of them are now back
in their hotel rooms.

I believe that tonight
all five of them will meet.

- When they do, we shall move in.

That's a brilliant report.
What about Ingrid?

Have you ever asked yourself
why they kidnapped her?

Perhaps they want to
use her as bait.

Perhaps you are the fish
they're hoping to catch.

Let's hope that she's live bait
when we find her.

Don't forget what happened
to her sister.

Mr. Mitchell,
we have waited a long time

to identify our own particular
Golden Dragon.

Tonight we have the opportunity
to catch all five.

I'm not gonna stand here

and listen to your
detective school theories.

- A girl's life is in danger!
- Be a little patient!

Boy, if this keeps up I will be...

In a mental institution!

"How poor are they
who have no patience."

"Othello."

Act Ill, Scene il.

Ah Sing!

Good evening, Mr. Mitchell.

I am so glad you managed
to find your way in.

Well, thank you.

Now I only hope I can manage
to find my way out.

Hello.

Christmas?

Well, this is...
This is clubby, isn't it?

What shall we talk about?

How's show business, Peterson?

Still slaying 'em out there,
Mag, old girl?

Bob, you're a fool.

What's a guy of your intelligence

doing in a place like this?

Oh, I don't know.
Just lucky, I guess.

The answer to that
is safely locked away,

and Gert is taking care of her.

I hope you mean that
in its nicest sense.

Don't worry, Mr. Mitchell.
Gert's tastes...

lie in other directions.

Incidentally, by now
he's also taking care

of your bodyguard.

Keep still!

I should warn you, Mr. Mitchell,

before Max joined us,

he was a professional marksman.

He likes to keep in practice.

Don't we all?
Got another pistol? I'll join you.

Well, I was just passing by,

so I thought I'd drop in
and ask you to,

well, to introduce me
to your boss.

You know,
Goldfinger number five.

Happily, Mr. Mitchell,
except for one little difficulty.

- Number five doesn't exist.
- Oh.

Another Loch Ness monster, hmm?

Do you tell this
to everybody who asks?

Nobody ever asked before...

and lived.

Well, since you're determined
to bump me off anyway,

why don't you let me in
on the riddle?

Who drives the bus
here in Hong Kong?

Hmm?

Oh, a little brain trust of four.

Three of them
you see before you.

The fourth member is taking care
of the girl and Ah Sing.

Oh, no. Not Gertrude!

Oh, now, wait a minute,
Peterson.

Even though
you're gonna bump me off,

you're too smart an operator
to tell me all your secrets.

Why are you doing this?

For the simple reason

that we have to produce now

the fifth Golden Dragon.

The other four
have become suspicious.

They believe they may be
double-crossed.

Yeah.
Well, what are you gonna do?

Nobody trusts anybody anymore.

Say, I don't know where I heard it,

but it was being breezed about...

A figure like $50 million?

Does that sound realistic at all?

Mr. Mitchell, when I discovered.

Mr. Porter's briefcase
was missing,

we decided to invite you
to become our...

Dragon Number Five?

Precisely.

Oh, this is the most exciting...

Of course, I haven't got
a thing to wear.

I'll have to call my tailor
right away.

It's only for one appearance.

Oh, well, then,
the hell with it.

Oh, now, wait a minute.

You mean, just by telling,

well, whoever it is that's
gonna put up the $50 million,

that I'm a fire-breather
number five,

they'll hand over the dough
and we can split it between us?

Exactly.

Of course, I realize
I mustn't tell anybody.

I'm sure you can handle
the matter with discretion.

You might almost call it
a golden opportunity.

Yes, mm-hmm.

If I don't wind up in a lead kimono.

That'll be up to you,
Mr. Mitchell.

Max?

Oh, gee, I'd like to practice
with you sometime.

I'm not a professional like you.

I have a BB gun.

That's an air rifle. It has a...

- Yeah, well, well, well.
- I'll explain it later.

- Anyone arrived yet?
- No, sir.

Well, I'll say one thing.

It's the first time I've ever gone
anyplace in "drag-gon."

You know,
it's not a laughing matter.

- You make one false move...
- Yeah, I know, and Max.

- Hi, Max.
- Not only Max.

The whole club
is a fortress tonight.

When the five dragons meet,

you'll be covered from
conceivable every angle.

Ah.

Four of the dragons
have left their hotels.

I'm damn sure they're all
meeting here tonight.

Right, check with
the patrols again.

Very good, sir.

- Now, you'll do exactly as I say.
- Yeah.

Supposing for some
unaccountable reason,

I don't quite make it?

Then Ingrid won't
quite make it either.

Not a sign.

- Any news?
- No, sir. They lost contact.

Your key.

Thanks.

Now, don't forget,

word for word, move for move.

Or never the twain shall meet.

I'm damn sure
there's a secret entrance.

Come on.
I'm not waiting any longer.

We're going in.

Gentlemen, be seated.

We welcome the fifth
of our brothers.

Our circle is now complete.

It remains only for each
to prove his identity.

I would remind you
of the penalty for any stranger

who dares to penetrate
our brotherhood... death.

I will begin.

Number two?

Number three?

Number four?

Number five?

Stay where you are!

All of you!

Well, gentlemen,

I'm afraid you're all under arrest.

I'll see if I can make you
comfortable for tonight,

but in the morning,
there'll be a lot of questions

that I want to ask you.

Right. Take 'em away.

You can take his mask off now.

Peterson?

Fantastic. Utterly fantastic.

And to think you've still
got your bait, too.

Well, but for the Hong Kong police,
there sit I.

- I'm most relieved, but...
- He came up to me in the hall

and said, "Give me the key
and give me the robe.

There's been a change of plan."

Oh, yeah, and he said that
he didn't trust Magda anymore, too.

Who gave you the key
to the pagoda, Mr. Mitchell?

Well, speak of
the she-devil, hmm?

Peterson was right not to trust her,

but he found out a little too late.

He was a fool.

He even thought
I was in love with him.

Well, I've been given
some keys before,

but never one like this.

It was the wrong key, all right,
Mr. Mitchell.

It was intended
that you should be killed.

A ritual sacrifice was needed...

to satisfy the other dragons.

Right, Magda?

Whew! Boy, when I think
how close I came to...

And Peterson, switching places
with me just in the nick of time.

How do you, um...

How do you explain that,
Commissioner?

I can only suspect that Peterson
had a different plan.

He was gonna tell
the dragons another story.

He wanted to put the blame
for everything on to me,

say I was trying to get away
with you, Bob.

I found out what he was up to.

And he swapped keys with me.

Not a double-cross...
A triple-cross.

All right, take them away.

Well, you certainly do have
a charmed life, Mr. Mitchell.

Commissioner,
I'm full of admiration.

I'll certainly never question
your plans again.

Thank you.

And what are your plans now?

Well, I think that's more or less
up to Ingrid, right?

"That is the true beginning
of our end."

"Midsummer Night's Dream,"
Act IV, Scene I.

Eh, Chiao?

Right, sir.