Think Fast, Mr. Moto

Synopsis: Mr Moto encounters mysterious goings-on on a ship bound for Shanghai. He recognises his steward as the murderer of a man in San Francisco, and catches him trying to steal an important letter from the stateroom of another passenger, Robert Hitchings. Hitchings, son of the owner of the shipping line, falls in love with Gloria, who refuses to tell him anything about her life and disappears when they arrive in Shanghai. In Shanghai, Mr Moto uncovers the secret which links the murder in San Francisco, the mysterious letter, and Gloria.
Director(s): Norman Foster
Production: 20th Century Fox Film Corporation
70 min

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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