Charlie Chan at the Opera Page #3

No. Just cancel

the whole thing. Hey, Pop!

- Ah, gee, Pop. Why can't I go to the opera with you?

- Impossible.

You very busy tonight

finish packing baggage.

I did it all an hour ago.

They're all ready to be locked.

- Must get steamship tickets.

- Here they are.

- Well, must pay hotel bill.

- Here's the receipt.

Now will you let me go?

First return three dollars

for flowers not sent to Miss Quong Toy.

L... I guess I forgot that.

Please. Do not need soup and fish.

Have other plans for you.

Tickets, please. Have your tickets ready,

please. Thank you. Tickets, please.

I'm sorry, boys, but no reporters

allowed in the theater tonight.

- I know, Pop. We're late.

- Traffic jam.

I tell ya, nobody can see

Madame Rochelle tonight!

Officer, this is a private matter

and it's important. Please let us in.

Good evening, Madame Barelli.

Pop, what time did my husband

leave the theater this afternoon?

- Why, right after dress rehearsal.

- With Madame Rochelle?

- No, madame. He was alone.

- What's he paying you to lie?

Why, madame.

Who was that firecracker?

Anita Barelli, second soprano.

The wife of Barelli, our baritone.

- Kinda jealous, huh?

- Did you ever see a baritone you could trust?

What's the idea?

Can't you take "no" for an answer?

But I know she'll see me. I'm her...

- Please get us some water.

- We were right! She saw him too.

- Saw what?

- A strange man hiding in here among the costumes.

I was working on Madame Lilli's dress.

I went over in that corner for some lace.

- There he was standing, staring at me.

- Did you see him?

No. Agnes screamed and I ran to her.

No one else was in sight.

- What'd this guy look like?

- All I could see were his eyes. They were horrible.

- Take a look around, boys, and this time find him!

- Did you see anybody?

- No, I didn't see anybody.

- Maybe shejust imagined it.

No, I didn't. I saw him all right.

Just leave it to us, sister.

We'll take care of everything.

Come on. Get out now, all of you.!

The curtain's going up in a few minutes.

- Don't worry, lady. He won't come in here again.

- Don't leave me alone, Officer!

Shut up! You've got

the whole company upset.

- You cops would make anybody hysterical.

- Say, who are you?

My name's Arnold.

I'm stage manager here.

And this opera is going on tonight

even if Frankenstein walks in.

That's him again.!

- Say, which one of you...

- What's the trouble, Sarge?

- It's one of these guys and I can pick him out! He's a Chinese!

- Yeah? Well, line up here.

Now take off those tin hats.

They're all Chinese!

Boys, boys, put those helmets on!

There's the overture. Come on!

Come on! Get into your places!

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