Think Fast, Mr. Moto

Madame, Monsieur, genuine "sa-lilk."

Genuine "sa-lilk."

Carried by caravan

from Persia to the sea.

- Oh.

- I told you to get outta here.

You can't sell goods

without a license.

Thousand pardons. Thousand pardons.

Permit me to wish you good night.

Au revoir. Good night.

- May I help you, sir?

- No, thank you.

Anybody here?

My shop is closed

for the celebration.

Something in your window

attracted my attention-

A silk hanging.

It bears the design of the tiger.

That's not for sale.

We are not open for business tonight.

But, perhaps I may sell you something.

Observe this hand-woven rug.

Excellent bargain.

I don't need anything.

Get out.

I have other treasures to show you.

- Treasures are not sold by street peddlers.

- Perhaps not.

They have their proper setting.

Might this be of interest?

I tell you I don't

want to buy anything.

- I'm overstocked.

- But you haven't seen Kwan Yin's secret.

Stone from the Romanov collection.

Newly arrived.

Is it not worth your attention?

We shall see.

- How much are you asking?

- It is easily worth 20,000...

but you may have it for five.

- I'll give you two.

- Oh, no, no, no, no. I must refuse your offer.

The gem is worth 10 times that much.

Oh! How clumsy of me.

I dropped the head of Kwan Yin.

- Is it not a perfect stone?

- Hmm. Fair.

- Fair.

- I can offer four.

- That's my limit.

- Very well.

I am a poor peddler. I'll take it.

Your door is unlocked.

Just thought I'd tell ya.

Oh, so it's you again.

Is he tryin' to sell you anything?

Only a rug. I told him

not to bother me.

- My shop is closed.

- Didn't I warn you?

I'm gettin' sick and tired of you guys without

a license. This time I'm gonna turn you in.

Now come on.

- You let him get away.

- I'll find him. I'd know him anywhere.

Hello, please. The Hitchings Line.

At what time tonight does your ship,

the Marco Polo, sail for the Orient?

At midnight? Oh, so?

I would like to reserve a stateroom.

Alone, please. Yes.

The name is "Moto," M-O-T-O.

Yes. Thank you very much.

Here you are, Mr. Hitchings.

- What did you say?

- Your stateroom, sir.

- And the best of the lot it is, if I may say so.

- You might say so, Jeeves.

Beggin' you pardon, sir.

- Quiet!

- Somebody's waiting for you in there.

- You don't say. Is she pretty?

- It's your father, sir.

Are you, by any chance,

the same Hitchings that owns this line?

- That's right. His old man is the "Hitching's Post."

- Let's serenade him.

That won't be necessary.

Oh. Hello, Dad. I didn't

think you'd want to see me off.

Bob, if your friends will excuse you,

I'd like to see you for a minute...

- before you sail.

- Oh, sure.

Wait here, people!

Don't go away!

Captain Marshall of this ship

called me tonight...

to discuss a matter

of considerable importance.

It must have been considerable

to keep you up this late.

- Say! You seem to have

been given quite a send-off.

You'd better sit down.

I want you to concentrate.

- Thanks. I'm sorry, sir.

- That's all right, son. Just don't make a habit of it.

- Yes, sir. I mean, "No, sir."

- Huh? You know, I'm counting on you...

to put some new life

into the export business.

- Aren't you afraid to trust me after the way I flopped here?

- Not a bit. You're a Hitchings.

You're bound to make good if you try.

All you need is a complete

change of atmosphere.

New surroundings. New, uh, companions.

- Yes, sir.

- I've written a letter to Wilkie...

our branch manager in Shanghai.

I want you to give it to him personally.

It's very important

and extremely confidential.

I wouldn't leave it around

in my estate room.

You can't tell who

your fellow passengers may be.

You'll like Wilkie.

He's been representing us

in the Far East for years.

You put yourself under his wing,

and you'll be all right.

Well, good-bye, son.

Let me hear from you once in a while.

I will. So long, Dad.

Don't worry about me.

I never did. Good luck.

See that he sails without falling overboard.

So long, Dad.

- Don't worry.

- Nice guy, my father.

- Come on in with that champagne.

- Come on, Rick.

Your stateroom, sir.

The best of the lot it is, if I may say so.

I'm Carson, your room steward, sir.

- Anything you want, just ring.

- Thank you.

They seem very happy,

my neighbors, don't they?

It's Mr. Hitchings.

His father owns the line.

- Oh.

- Hey, steward, bring some wine glasses!

- Excuse me. You understand, sir? His father and all that.

- Oh, yes, yes, yes.

- Bob, can't you fix it for us all to go along?

- Oh, wish I could...

but I've given strict instructions

to the chief steward...

to surround my cabin

with pretty girls!

- And look what I get!

- Hey, get who lives next door!

- Excuse me, please. I think you've made a mistake.

- Come on. Be a sport.

Let's go. Get in there!

- I don't know you.

- Well, that's all right. We're broad-minded.

- We don't mind a bit.

- Please, this is most embarrassing.

So, you don't wanna meet us, eh?

Lay off him! Excuse him, will ya?

They're good company when they're sober.

- Come on. Have a drink with us.

- Another time, please?

- This is very special champagne.

- Good night.

- I told you he was high-hat.

- Come on. Just one.

It isn't every night

I sail for China.

I'm afraid you'll have to hurry, sir.

The ship's due to sail any moment now.

- Well, let it sail!

- You'll get some stowaways onboard.

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