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

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