Charlie Chan in Rio

Good evening, Miss Ellis.

Good evening, Mr. Kellogg.

- Armando, I'm expecting...

- Mrs. And Mrs. Reynolds are here already, sir.

Good! Joan and Ken

have beat us to it.

- How is Mrs. Reynolds behaving tonight, Armando?

- Very bad, senhor.

She's been drinking heavily, and they are

both quarreling something awful.

I can see we're going

to be in for it, Grace.

Leave it to littleJoanie to kill a party.

Hey, senhor. Bring me a drink.

- Make it a...

- Lemonade.

- Hello, Bill, Grace.

- Sit down. Take the weight off your feet.

- Bring on the grape juice, Armando.

- S, senhora.

Aren't you here a little early, Joan?

We'd have been here this morning

if Ken had had his way.

Something about this joint that he likes.

Can't figure it out. Can you, Grace?

Uh, no, I can't, Joan.

Oh, you can't.

I can. It's a little brunette package...

Ken's ex-sweetheart from New York. Lola Dean.

Excuse me. I'm going to the bar.

Make sure it's the bar,

not Lola's dressing room.

- Oh, now, Joanie, please...

- You're being very unfair.

Ken likes Lola,

but so does Bill and Clarke...

That's what's burning you...

Clarke Denton.

You'd turn inside out to get one

of your paws on Lola's boyfriend...

and the other on his father's millions.

Take off that mask.

You hate Lola as much as I do.

I think I shall have to be excused.

You don't want to go any more than Ken does

or I do. I came here to keep my eyes on Ken.

You came here with that excuse for a man

to watch Clarke, while Lola feeds them all bait.

- Where you going, Joanie?

- Ah!

- Hey, why don't you watch where you're going?

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

Thanks.

Mrs. Reynolds.

She's a frequent patron of this place.

Interesting problem in chemistry.

Sweet wine often turn nice woman sour.

Yes! That's very good, Senhor Chan.

Your son, Senhor Chan,

has the happy faculty...

of to combine business with pleasure.

Number two son behave about hot music...

like corn over hot fire... pops.

Have you ever seen the samba

danced before, Jimmy?

Have I?

I saw it in the States months ago.

- It's taken on pretty fast down here though.

- Yes, it has.

- They do it pretty good too.

- They should. It's one of our national dances.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think.

Biggest mistakes in history

make by people who didn't think.

- I'm sorry.

- It's quite all right, Jimmy.

Gee, thanks, Cap.

Senhor Souto, please excuse

number two son's North American familiarity.

Expensive college education...

failed to teach offspring

correct manner...

of addressing honorable delegado...

or captain of police of Rio deJaneiro.

- Oh, Pop, I-I didn't...

- Understand. He didn't think.

Never mind, Jimmy.

As you North Americans say, is quite "okay. "

Thanks, Cap. I mean, Senhor Souto.

Say, could you get someone

to teach me how to swing that dance?

Oh, certainly.

Unfortunate, number two son

have no time to learn Brazilian samba.

Must finish business quickly.

Must arrest Lola Dean tonight.

- Don't look now.

- I won't.

But hurry, darling. Hurry.

You can take your hands down,

but keep your eyes closed.

- I can't wait.

- Don't be so nervous, Lola. You'll make me stick myself.

I know. It's a brooch.

- Now you've spoiled everything.

- Oh, Clarke.

It's gorgeous!

Oh, darling.

- What can I say?

- You know what I want you to say.

- Oh. What?

- Say yes.

- Oh, yes, yes, darling.

- Then we'll be married the first of the month.

- Oh, can't we make it any sooner than that?

- Wait a minute, honey.

I have a little missionary work

to do with the family first.

- Oh. You think they might object.

- It isn't that, but...

- Then why wait?

- You forget, darling.

Mother's a Brazilian,

and there are traditions.

Oh. All right.

Helen! Lili!

Wish me luck, Helen.

Clarke and I are gonna be married.

- Congratulations, dear.

- Well, you don't seem very excited.

- Here I'm all bursting with love...

- I guess I'm selfish.

But you see, being secretary and companion

to you has been a very cozy job.

Oh, how ridiculous. You and Lili go

with the deal. Don't they, Clarke?

- Why, yes, of course.

- Thank you both.

- Best of luck, Miss Lola.

- Thank you, Lili.

And you, Mr. Denton.

Excuse me.

You are on next, Miss Dean.

Oh, good heavens! Run along, darling.

Hurry, Lili. My gown.

Helen, my jewels.

- Oh, Clarke.

- Yes, dear?

Scare up some of the gang,

invite 'em over to my house for supper.

- We'll celebrate.

- Of course, honey. But must we?

After all,

they're not really our friends.

All the more reason for asking them.

Grace Ellis's face will turn purple with envy

when she sees my brooch.

And Joan Reynolds... when she hears

I'm no longer a freelance...

she'll simply smother me

with "darlings" and "dears. "

Oh, I know it sounds mean, but I waited

almost a year to crow like this...

and tonight I'm gonna do my crowing.

- Oh, but, dear...

- Please, darling.

Let me be mean, just for tonight.

Okay. I'll invite them.

Thank you.

Great news, folks. Where's Joan?

- After properly insulting both of us, she departed.

- She did?

- What's the great news?

- Oh. Clarke invited us over to Lola's after the show.

- They're throwing a party... an engagement party.

- Engagement party?

Oh, isn't that marvelous?

Yep. They're getting married

next Saturday.

- Clarke chased Lola for a year, and she finally caught him.

- Why should this make you happy?

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