
Think Fast, Mr. Moto
- NOT RATED
- Year:
- 1937
- 70 min
- 12 Views
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
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
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