Charlie Chan at the Olympics

That's enough, Charlie.

What'd he do

that last mile in, Doc?

You didn't seen any jackrabbits

pass him, did you?

Maybe we should've sent him

to the Olympic Games instead of his son Lee.

- Yeah.

- If son Lee win 100-meter swimming race...

...chest expand two inches more.

Well, as long as it's your chest

and not your waistline, it's all right.

Show him how you can touch

the floor with your fingers, Charlie.

- [Strains]

- [Laughing] That's enough.

Well, you're all right until next year's

physical examination, Charlie.

You won't be retired this year.

Hello. Who's going fishing?

Charlie. I'm lending him my tackle.

Do you know what this is?

Sure. That's a Waikiki spinner.

Say, that's a beauty, eh?

But he'll need a good

heavy line with that.

What do you think he's going fishing for-

whales? He needs a light silk line.

Oh, you're talking

through your hat.

What-What line

do you prefer, Charlie?

Oh, just piece of string with hook

on one end, optimist on other.

[Laughs]

A good combination at that.

But honorable chief recommend

latest scientific implement...

...to catch unwary fish.

Well, good luck to you.

But I know you'll get 'em...

...even if you have to bring 'em

in with handcuffs.

Thank you so much,

but this time "fish-hunt," not manhunt.

- [All Laughing]

- Well, good-bye, boys.

Good-bye.

Hey, Pop!

Oh, excuse me. I thought my pop was alone.

How do you do, Mr. Scott?

Well, son, what are you

all steamed up about?

Junior son Charlie

most anxious to start on fishing trip.

Yeah, and I bought a book on how

to catch 'em- The Fisherman's Guide.

Good idea.

If don't catch fish...

...book provide excellent fish story.

Ah, we'll catch 'em all right.

Gee, that's swell tackle!

Look at it sparkle.

Good fisherman, like clever merchant,

know lure of bright colors.

But suppose the fish

are color-blind?

[Laughs]

Answer that, Charlie.

Well, in that case, perhaps guidebook

give address of good fish market.

But anyone could tell

a store fish...

...because it hasn't got the marks

of a barbed hook in its mouth.

Fear number two son,

like older brother Lee...

...develop symptoms of detective.

Ah, I can beat Lee

at detecting right now.

- [Airplane Droning]

- Gee, look at that big new plane up there!

That's the Hopkins ship. They're making

a test flight for the government...

...demonstrating a new way of handling

a plane by remote radio control.

Oh, I know.

Like they do with battleships...

...so they can send them out

to fight without any men on board.

Would be greatest blessing...

...if all war fought with machinery

instead of human beings.

Hello. Hello.

3,000 altitude.

Shall I switch over to radio control?

No. Wait for instructions.

I believe, Colonel, if we keep the plane

in sight of the field in the preliminary test...

...it'll be better for observation.

That's a good idea, Mr. Cartwright.

Unfortunately, Masters, my regular

test pilot, injured his shoulder.

We had to substitute Edwards,

and he's not so familiar with the robot.

What is the operating radius

of the device, Mr. Hopkins?

That's undetermined.

In previous inventions...

...transmission of the radio control wave

was affected by static.

But in Mr. Cartwright's device,

we've successfully overcome that.

We can direct a plane over a charted

course as long as the motors function.

Well, it sounds all right.

That's why I'm putting all my resources

back of it, Commander. I believe in it.

I know what a powerful weapon

it would be in the hands of an enemy.

- That's why I want our government to control it.

- Are you ready, Mr. Cartwright?

Ready. Hello? Hello,

Edwards. Switch over.

Okay.

She's on, sir.

The plane is now under radio

control from the board here.

Have you any special

test in mind, Colonel?

- Take her to 6,000 feet and bank while climbing.

- Yes, sir.

Look at that plane climb!

It's probably under radio control now.

Remarkable achievement of science-

...body perform work

while brain detached.

I'm sure glad you can't

go fishing by radio.

Huh? Gentle hint. Come on.

[Cartwright On Radio]

Hello? Hello, Edwards. How's she riding?

[Edwards]

Smooth as silk, Mr. Cartwright.

There's a strong wind drift from

the south, but stabilization is perfect.

Why, Dick, what are you doing here?

I've been watching that plane because

I thought you were up there flying it.

No. I knocked my shoulder out

this morning.

I didn't want to risk anything going

wrong in the test, so I bowed out.

- But everything will go off all right, I guess.

- Well, I hope so.

Hello, Edwards.

Watch yourself. Power dive.

Okay, let her go.

That's good enough for me.

Pull her up.

Cartwright, she's heading out to sea.

Bring her back.

- She's out of my control!

- The plane isn't out of the pilot's control.

- Order Edwards to return!

- Hello, hello, Edwards!

Edwards! Hello!

The phone's dead.

He's deliberately

making off with the plane.

Get out another ship

and take after him.

[Phone Ringing]

Hello. This is Mr. Hughes.

Oh, Pan American Airways.

Yes, I'll use my reservation

on tomorrow's Clipper for San Francisco.

Thank you.

Calling all United States

and commercial craft in Hawaiian waters.

Watch for monoplane,

number NC203R.

Report immediately any information

to Pearl Harbor Naval Base.

News flash! No trace yet of the plane

which vanished mysteriously 48 hours ago.

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