Macao

This is Macao,

a fabulous speck on the earths 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 fugitives 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 Stewarts office.

What? Oh, yes.

They have the police commissioner

in New York, sir.

Hello? Hello? Commissioner?

Commander Stewart here,

lnternational Police, Hong Kong.

lm afraid l have bad news for you.

Your man, Lombardy...

Detective Lieutenant Daniel Lombardy?

Hes been murdered.

Body found in our waters

with a knife in his back.

-lts too hot.

-Here, thisll cool you off.

No, no more of that.

Now take it easy.

That wasnt the way you talked

in Hong Kong this morning.

Buy you a ticket, you said,

Well have a few laughs.

lf its laughs you want, you just sit there.

lll tell you a few jokes.

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

Now, dont get physical.

-Which one of you is Cinderella?

-Get out of here.

-Stick around.

-Beat it!

-lm the one thats getting out of here.

-When lm ready.

Will you get out of here

and close that door?

-Would you mind giving me a hand?

-Dont think l wouldnt enjoy that.

-Let me go!

-lll slug you, so help me, lll slug you.

-Now, now, fold up your tent.

-Why, you stupid...

Whats your rush?

Stick around. Music, whiskey, privacy.

Stick around. Looks like a party.

Come on.

Dont tell me youre that exclusive.

One side, Clyde.

-Some girls dont think lm so bad.

-lts all a matter of taste.

Okay, buster, now were even.

Well be in soon.

Only about 15 minutes late.

Your first trip to Macao?

-From what l hear, once is once too often.

-Yeah, so lve heard.

But when youre 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.

Thats all right.

l just dont warm up to questions

when l dont know the answers myself.

l saw you when you got on at Hong Kong.

ld like to introduce myself.

My names 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.

lll never believe

another traveling salesman story.

-Oh, excuse me.

-Oh, yes.

Enjoy the view?

Well, its not the Taj Mahal

or the Hanging Gardens of Babylon,

but its not bad.

Did anyone ever tell you

what big blue eyes you have, Grandma?

-My names Trumble, Mr...

-Cochrane.

l want you to meet an old friend of mine,

Miss... Miss...

Your old friends 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 havent.

Youre 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 dont 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 youre all through

throwing my stuff around,

ld like to get out of here.

Maybe you dont mind

baking in this oven, but l do.

How much money

are you bringing with you, seora?

$29 Mex and a handful of

Hong Kong paper.

Hardly enough for an extended stay.

lm gonna get a job. Do you mind?

-What sort of a job?

-lm a singer.

-l wish you luck, seora.

-Thanks.

Your passport, please.

Thats 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, seor.

Your passport, seor!

You look like the kind of a man

who admires frankness,

so lm gonna tell you the truth. l lost it.

lm afraid, seor,

youll have to report to the police at once.

Dont let me drag you away

from the line of duty,

but l was told to report to you.

lm 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, seor.

-Well, what happens now?

Do l get deported or thrown in the clink?

Neither, seor.

This is a Portuguese colony.

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