Charlie Chan at Treasure Island

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~~[Orchestra:
"San Francisco"]

[Thunderclap]

- [Woman] Dirty Dora again.

- I had it last time.

- Care to join us, Mr. Chan?

- No, thanks. I... gotta walk.

Ah, taking a little

stroll? That's the spirit.

Please, l-I'd like my parachute now.

Why, these planes are

perfectly safe, Mr. Chan.

And besides, San Francisco

reports clear weather ahead.

- How far ahead?

- Oh, a few hours.

- A few hours?

- [Thunderclap]

You're not worried, are you, Mr. Chan?

Oh, no. No.

Most statistics prove that you're safer

in a modern plane than in your own bathtub.

l- I'd rather be taking a bath.

- Tell me, how old

are you? - Twenty-one.

- Twenty-one, eh? - If

I reach my next birthday.

Well, according to my insurance figures...

you can expect 45.16 more years of life-

barring, of course, a fatal accident.

Oh-

[Thunderclap]

Hi, Jimmy. Gimme a hand, will ya?

I'm on the last chapter of this yarn.

What would a fella do- a fella like

you- if faced with certain death?

Oh. Pop!

Pop, before it's too late, I think

there's something you ought to know.

Number two son resemble criminal

about to make confession.

I don't know whether I've

told you yet or not...

but I think you're the

swellest pop a fella ever had.

Humble parent thanks unsettled weather for

expression of love from favorite offspring.

Oh, but I mean it, Pop. Honest.

Then do not let fair skies

tomorrow change restless mind.

Oh, I won't. I'll get right on

the train and go back to school.

Appreciate decision. One scholar in

family better than two detectives.

Well, Charlie, this'll make a

lot of people's hair stand on end.

Don't tell my readers, but the

real mystery in this whodunit...

is how I ever finished it.

Only diligent workman can

survive Hawaiian hospitality.

Yeah, what a vacation. Stella was right.

This trip blew the cobwebs out of my head.

There's one wife in a million, Charlie.

Correction, please. Also have

excellent wife in same million.

Wife? After giving you 13

kids, she's an institution.

Sorry, Mr. Gregory. I don't

want my manuscript mixed up.

You can buy a copy after publication.

It'll cost you two dollars.

I go to a lending library.

- Friend?

- Pest.

Says he's an insurance actuary.

Had the bungalow next to mine at Waikiki.

And when he wasn't annoying me, he

was shooting little birds with a.22.

Strange for man who gambles on life

for business to cause death for pastime.

- Oh, can't anybody talk about anything but death?

- Don't worry, Jimmy. It'll soon be over.

- Radiogram for you, Mr. Essex.

- Thanks.

Oh, Pop, l-I feel silly.

Most usual.

Unhappy news sometimes

corrects self next day.

What month is Scorpio?

Scorpio? Um, October-

Tomorrow is first day of scorpion

symbol in Chinese calendar.

You believe in astrology?

No.

No, this is something else.

Paul, could old friend help relieve distress?

No, thanks, Charlie.

I've gotta send a radio.

Well, I hope that isn't bad news.

- Hope what is not bad news?

- That radiogram he just got.

How did you know Mr. Essex receive message?

Oh, the steward brought it to me by mistake.

- Why, Pop,

he's a- - Please.

- This is the only way to travel.

- Imagine- San Francisco already.

- There's the World's Fair, Treasure Island.

- [Man] Where we're gonna land.

[Woman] Oh, it looks like a big wedding cake.

- [Woman #2] What's that big tower out there?

- [Jimmy] The Chinese Pagoda.

- [Man] No, that's the Tower of the Sun.

- It is the Chinese Pagoda.

- The smaller one's the Tower of

the Sun. - [Woman] Oh, I see that-

Gee, Pop, I hope Mr. Essex

isn't missing any of this.

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