Charlie Chan in Egypt

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Hold it!

Now, take this. Get this in here.

- Now, watch it.

- Easy now.

That's it.

Hold it. Hold it!

Right.

- Easy now.

- Careful.

- That's it.

- All right, take it to the laboratory.

Let me take it a while,

Professor Arnold.

No, stand back.

Stand back.

Come on.

Let's bring it out.

That's it.

Okay, move.

Come on, up. Come on.

Take it away, old boys.

- Ali.!

Ali, what is it?

Dead.

Stand back, everybody. Stand back.

Edfu Ahmad, a light.

I best dragoman in Luxor.

I have fastest donkey.

Please to remove offspring of Satan

to some distant place.

You no more want donkey?

Hat to shelter unfortunate head

more desirable.

Oh! Hat, hat.

I am first-class service.

Oh, a hat.

Where'd you

Ah! Effendi Snowshoes.

There you is again, mister.

Ain't there no place where you ain't?

Ah! This time, effendi,

I have big news for you.

But first, baksheesh.

Two bits baksheesh. Two bits.

You might as well go on.

I ain't gonna let you be gettin'...

- no more black sheep money out of me.

- But wait!

Today, I have locate the grave

of your sacred ancestor.

Baksheesh.

Two bits baksheesh.

I don't know now,

but you sure...

you done found the mummy

of my great-great-grandpappy?

Nay!

- Your great-great-great-great-

great-great-great-great

- Oh, you stutter too much.

I don't believe I'm gonna let you

talk me out no more money

Nay! I am the best son

of my father.

I supply all things for this noble gentleman.

I am first-rate service.

Contradiction, please.

For past two hours,

have not supplied drink.

Drink? You want a drink?

I'll give you a drink.

- Kind of a strong one, though.

- Pardon, please.

For water

to soothe dry throat.

- Would happily give much baksheesh.

- Ah! Baksheesh! Two.

You mean you'd give two bits

for just some plain water?

Drop of plain water

on thirsty tongue...

more precious

than gold in purse.

Mr. Tom and them got plenty of water

in their tent down yonder.

- Here, I'll go get it for

- Ah! Baksheesh!

- I am first-rate service!

- You a first-rate liar!

You will soon have mummy...

of your great-great-great-great-

great-great-grandpappy!

You have ancestors

in Egypt?

I don't know. This fortune-teller

down in Mississippi...

says this here country

where all my folks come from.

- Yes?

- And then Mr. Tom...

he done won me

in a crap game.

I come along

to kind of look 'em up.

Reverence of ancestors

most commendable.

Sir, there's Mr. Tom

and them over here.

Mr. Tom, this gentleman,

he wanted to know

So sorry to intrude, but would much

appreciate glass of water.

Oh, of course.

Snowshoes, water.

- Yes.

- This Egyptian sun certainly can get a fellow down.

- Have a seat.

- Thank you so much.

Perhaps you'd like some tea?

Oh.

Would be most grateful.

You

You are Miss Arnold?

- Yes.

- And you are Mr. Tom Evans?

How'd you know?

- Oh, Snowshoes. Of course.

- Sir?

No. Have met.

- Where?

- Your pictures in offices...

of French Archaeological Society

in Paris.

Please permit introduction

of humble self. Am Charlie Chan.

- Charlie Chan?

- I thought your face was familiar.

- How are you, Mr. Chan?

- Am here to see your learned father.

But Father

He isn't here.

If you're looking for mysteries,

you've come to the right place, Mr. Chan.

Miss Arnold has one

all ready for you.

Dad went away

over a month ago.

We've heard from him

only once since he left.

I know it must sound foolish, but I have the

strangest feeling something's happened to him.

He hasn't been himself

since he opened Ameti's tomb.

She's just making

a mountain out of a molehill.

Insignificant molehill...

sometime more important

than conspicuous mountain.

Professor Thurston, your uncle,

he is here, perhaps?

No, he's in Luxor.

We'll wait till the sun drops,

then we'll all drive in together.

Thank you so much.

- Right through the garden.

- Thank you so much.

- Stick around, Snowshoes.

- Yes.

My brother Barry.

Beauty of Egyptian night

captured in simple melody.

Those native things

are all right for a while...

but one of these days,

I'm gonna send home for some jazz.

The old maestro stuff.

Yowzer!

Good evening, Edfu Ahmad.

Has UncleJohn returned?

He's in the laboratory,

but he heard your arrival in the car...

and will be up in a moment.

- Oh, Edfu?

- Yes, Miss Arnold?

- Will you ask Nayda to bring

some cigarettes from my room?

- Certainly.

- Here, have one of mine.

- No, thanks. I prefer my own.

We'll go into the study,

Mr. Chan.

- Smoke?

- Do not indulge.

Confound it.!

I've lost my glasses again.!

Edfu Ahmad.!

You mustn't mind if UncleJohn

seems a bit angry, Mr. Chan.

He'll be all right

when he gets his glasses.

Ah. I thought I heard that old

rattle-trap of yours drive up, Tom.

It's enough to wake the dead.

When archaeology pays bigger and better

dividends, I'll get a new one.

UncleJohn,

this is Mr. Chan.

- Professor Thurston.

- How do you do?

- So pleased.

- Mr. Chan wanted to see Dad.

- I've explained he's away.

- Oh, yes.

- Sit down, won't you?

- Thank you.

- Was it on a matter of importance, Mr. Chan?

- Most important.

Business with

French Archaeological Society.

Oh, then perhaps

I can help you.

- I'm in charge during my brother-in-law's absence.

- Oh.

Then will come to point quickly.

Matter concerns

valuable items...

taken from tomb of

high priest Ameti.

In, uh, just what way,

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