Charlie Chan in Panama

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Making a few camera studies?

- No savvy, seor.

- Don't give us that.

Give me that basket.

- There he goes!

- [Gunshots]

Why are they shooting at him?

The poor man was only fishing.

- With a camera equipped with a telephoto lens.

- Camera?

- I'd be careful if I were you

- Seor Compton has very sharp eyes.

Oh, the lens is easy to spot

at this distance.

He was probably making a record

of that seaplane catapult on the warship.

It's just been approved

by the American navy, I believe

[Woman]

You're not trying to tell me he's a spy?

- I am.

- Oh, come now.

As you English put it,

I think you're pulling my leg.

My dear Miss Finch, surely you learned

on shipboard I never take such liberties.

Why, Mr. Compton. Oh, well, at least

we're getting off to an exciting start.

It's like one of those

"blood and thunder" novels you write.

I say, Miss Finch,

do you really read me?

- Well, only so I can warn my pupils not to.

- [Laughing]

Well, I must say I'm disappointed

that dirty old fisherman a spy.

Miss Finch wants her spies to be handsome,

suave men of the world.

- Like yourself, Seor Manolo.

- Thank you, seor.

You two make me nervous, as if you

suddenly didn't trust each other.

Ah. It is the atmosphere

of this place, seorita.

The Panama Canal draws

agents of all countries here.

No one is to be trusted.

It is the city of spies.

[Compton]

"The city of spies"

Good title for a book, what?

I think I'll use it

But seriously, Miss Finch,

Seor Manolo is right.

You're in dangerous territory.

I don't care. For 18 years, I've been

teaching the children of Chicago...

the mysteries of algebra and geometry.

Now I'm going

to see something of the world

I've even going

to Mr. Manolo's cabaret tonight.

You've promised to show me everything,

haven't you, Mr. Manolo?

Oh. S, s, seorita

Pardon me while I speak to an old friend.

Any answer, Mr. Cabot?

Just a minute.

Tell Captain Vincent

I must report for duty first.

I'll try to see him next week

if I can get over here

Yes, sir.

Well, Mac, it is good

to see you again.

- How is the seora?

- I think you've made a mistake.

I am so sorry.

You look exactly like a friend of mine.

Please forgive me.

I am Manolo.

- Manolo's Cabaret, you know.

- Oh, yes. I've heard of it.

- You are new here, seor?

- Yes.

- Government service?

- Yes. Engineering.

Then permit me to welcome you.

You will like Panama City.

It is so gay, so cosmopolitan.

- And I hope you will visit my cabaret.

- Thanks. I will.

Well, still asking strangers

their life story, Manolo?

Seor Godley, I

ThisThis is a surprise, huh?

Why, there's that Mr. Godley

who was on the boat with us.

- He came from England with you, didn't he?

- Why, no.

- He came aboard in New Yorkwith you.

- Oh.

Hello, Godley, old man.

So you're going with us after all.

I thought you were going on

to San Francisco.

I am, but I suddenly decided to fly

over the canal rather than creep through it.

Gives me an extra eight hours

in Panama City.

- Cigarette?

- No, thanks. I never smoke them.

- Prefer a pipe.

- Very English.

- Miss Finch?

- Well, why not? Other women do.

Miss Finch, you're shedding

inhibitions every moment.

Congratulations.

- [Coughing]

- [Manolo Chuckling]

If you come to my cabaret tonight

in a daring red gown...

I will know the tropics

have done their deadly work.

- [Chuckling]

- Don't talk nonsense.

I'm too sensible to have inhibitions,

and I'm too sallow to wear red.

- But I am enjoying this trip.

- [Chuckles]

Oh, I say.

Look who's here.

[Airplane Motor Starts]

Isn't that Kathi,

the stewardess from the boat?

Oh, yes.

The little Czechoslovakian refugee.

- What's a stewardess doing flying cross-canal?

- Oh, I feel sorry for her.

So when she tell me she have sing

in cafs in Europe, I give her a job.

Oh, you must all come tonight

and encourage her.

Uh, pardon me, please.

Passengers for Panama City may come

aboard now. We're taking off in five minutes.

- Thank you.

- All right.

[Laughs]

Ah, seorita, let me take your bag.

There is a good-looking

young American on the plane.

His name Cabot.

Get acquainted with him

and find out all you can about him.

Oh, uh, take this.

Please do not look so nervous.

All cameras must be collected

during the flight over the canal.

- Army regulations.

- All right with me, young lady.

Shows Uncle Sam isn't asleep.

My, isn't this cozy?

Tight fit though.

[Chuckles]

Please, this seat is occupied?

With things that

have no business being there.

- I'm sorry.

- Thank you.

Ah. Seor Halide, how are you?

Monsieur Manolo, welcome home.

Did you have a nice

vacation in Europe?

Eh, but of course.

Tell me, business she is still good here?

Oh, very good, except for your barber, Felipe.

He's in jail.

Espionage

- [Chuckles] Eh, I should have expected.

- Why?

Because when you find a barber

who do not talk all the time...

it is very peaceful but suspicious.

- [Men Chuckle]

- Dr. Grosser?

Aha. So the good doctor

is still among us, huh?

Will you take these, please?

Thank you.

- Cablegram for Dr. Grosser.

- I am Dr. Grosser.

- Cablegram for you, sir.

- Thank you.

I'll put that in a baggage compartment

for you.

No. I look after this myself.

- But the rules say that you can't

- Ach Rules.

This box contains the result

of a delicate experiment.

Months of difficult research.

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