Shanghai

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Every good spy needs a cover.

Be a journalist, they said.

You're good with words.

You'll be safe.

Where is the girl, Mr. Soames?

Where is the girl?

This way!

Please have a seat.

I'd like to call the American Consulate and

tell them where I am.

They've already been informed.

Someone's coming to pick you up.

That might be them.

The last time we spoke...

...I didn't realize how fond

of Mrs. Lan-Ting you were.

If I'd known, I'd have been more careful

what I said.

Both the Lan-Tings are friends of mine.

But only one of them accompanied you

to your hotel last night.

Yeah.

She came to tell me she was still in love

with her husband.

I'd be careful.

It isn't in some people's nature

to love us back.

Where is she...

...Mr. Soames?

I don't know.

I have no idea.

Where is she?

A friend of mine told me...

...Shanghai was the Paris of the Orient.

Due to an international treaty...

...every nationality under the sun lived

within her borders...

..Chinese and English, French, Japanese, American.

My friend said you could travel the world

in an afternoon...

...and never leave the confines of Shanghai's

international settlement.

It seems like Shanghai's gonna be a bit of a comedown

for you after Berlin,

Mr. Soames.

Not from what I hear, sir.

I meant as a journalist, not a bachelor.

Well, if Japan doesn't withdraw from China soon...

...Roosevelt's threatened to get his hands dirty.

So I'm sure there'll be plenty for me to write about.

Well. And you think it's a good idea for your country

to join the war?

Not if it means fighting you Germans.

You seem to be pretty good at it.

I will go get the car.

Did you have to provoke him?

I thought you said he was a diplomat.

No, I said he was attached to the consulate.

He's an engineer.

Stop him! He's with the resistance!

Welcome to Shanghai.

Leni, komm!

Shanghai was about the only place left in China

the Japanese hadn't taken over.

Everybody knew

it was only a matter of time before they

swallowed it whole.

Officially the guerilla war between the Chinese

and the Japanese

was none of our business.

So, like a good American,

I kept my head down and remained neutral.

Shanghai was divided up into sectors.

Drink in the British zone,

eat in the French zone...

...spy in the German zone...

...but stay the hell away from the Japanese.

Naval Intelligence had sent me to Shanghai

to help out an agent who was in trouble.

He was my oldest and best friend.

His name was Conner.

I'm gonna get you out tonight.

The storm had blown over by the time

I got to the casino.

In Shanghai, things change pretty fast.

The routine with Conner was always the same.

We'd meet in the biggest casino in town.

The loser would buy dinner.

Chip request for the lady.

Chip request for the lady.

Follow by 500

That is 550.

I'm Out

You're working pretty hard to bully me out

of my 50.

What did you say?

Oh, I said, I'll see your 500...

...and raise you whatever I have left.

Why don't you keep your something

for your taxi home?

It's a short walk to my hotel.

Three nines.

Three queens for the lady.

A very appropriate hand.

A very appropriate hand.

You must have brought me luck.

No second chance?

Not tonight.

Deal me out, boys.

Leave him.

You all right, sir?

Lieutenant Collins. Captain Astor sent me.

So we finally got you out of Berlin.

How was your trip?

Glorious. Except half the Gestapo was

on the ship with me.

Come on in. Let me get you a drink.

Where the hell is Conner?

He was supposed to meet me at the casino.

He was found earlier in the Japanese sector.

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