The Vengeance of Fu Manchu

My Lord, we welcome you to the home of your ancestors.

Fu Manchu, your arrival is well timed.

There are among us some who desired to prevent your return.

They shall now be brought forward, to learn their final punishment.

Let the judgement begin.

- Bring in the prisoners! - (WHIP CRACKING)

For you, there can be only one punishment:

death!

The method, Father?

The choice is yours.

For this one, Father,

I would suggest a slower death.

You have no will of your own.

You will obey my command.

Kill him!

Let rumors be spread amongst the villagers below

of a terrible earthquake that has destroyed

- all pathways over the mountains. - Yes, Master.

Now, the world will believe our isolation is complete.

We are yours to command, Father.

Now, my work can begin.

A work of infinite pleasure.

A work of vengeance.

Vengeance against one man!

- Ah, good afternoon, Jasmin. - Good afternoon, sir.

- Is tea ready yet? - In a moment, sir.

Good.

- Oh, Dr Petrie's waiting for you. - Oh?

I think he's fallen asleep.

Oh, has he?

Good gracious, what are you doing with that thing?

For a moment, I thought you were going to shoot me.

Well, you know, my dear fellow, stranger things have happened.

Nayland Smith arrested for murder?

That would hit the headlines, wouldn't it?

But why the pistol?

I'm going abroad tomorrow.

And, as you know, I always travel armed,

ever since our last little encounter with Fu Manchu.

I thought we'd agreed never to mention that name again?

Quite right, Petrie, as ever.

- Where are you going? - Paris.

I'm going to see Inspector Javal, and one or two old friends of mine.

And we're planning something quite new.

It's an international organisation of police chiefs.

- We're going to call it Interpol. - (CHUCKLING) Interpol?

- Mm-hmm. - Sounds like a patent medicine.

Well, to a doctor, I suppose it just might.

Pathologist, if you don't mind.

Ah, Jasmin!

- Evening paper, sir. - Thank you, Jasmin.

Ah, muffins!

Jasmin, you're an angel.

- Hello! An earthquake in China. - Oh?

One of the Northern provinces.

All communications cut off from Peking and Shanghai.

Might interest Jasmin.

The province in question happens to be Kwang Su.

Kwang Su?

Haven't I heard of that before somewhere?

Quite possibly.

It's the birthplace of Fu Manchu.

My dear fellow!

He's dead!

- Jasmin, will you pack my bags at once, please? - Yes, sir.

I think I'll catch that aeroplane for Paris tonight.

Ah, good morning, gentlemen.

Ah, bonjour, mon vieux. Ça va?

- Welcome to you all. Thank you.

We here in the SÛreté,

are happy to be the hosts of this first international conference.

We owe a great deal

to the distinguished member of the Vienna Police Force, Kommissar Strauss.

- Kommissar. - Kommissar.

At whose suggestion, this meeting is taking place.

I would also like to introduce you to another good friend.

Most of you know him already.

Commissioner Nayland Smith from Scotland Yard.

- Commissioner. - Commissioner.

Gentlemen.

Now, I think that, er... all of us here today are conscious of the fact

that we're living in a changing world.

Fast liners cross the Atlantic in five days,

and, only yesterday evening, I myself flew from London to Paris

in just under two hours.

Now, unfortunately,

it's not only the innocent who live in this ever-speedier world,

but also the guilty.

And if we are to continue our fight against organised crime,

and prevent it from reaching a world-wide level,

then we, too, must organize ourselves

- on a world-wide basis. - Hear, hear.

Now, for that reason,

I am particularly glad to welcome to our conference today

a visitor from the United States.

Now, he is a member of that organisation of which you will doubtless have heard,

the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Gentlemen, Mr Mark Weston.

- Welcome here. - Welcome.

Thank you, Commissioner.

Gentlemen, we at the FBI

don't have the same history as Scotland Yard,

but I hope, before long, we can establish the same fine traditions.

In America, as you know, organised crime has become

a threat to our way of life.

We've enjoyed some success, but our latest information is

that the gangs of America are seeking to reorganise,

and to appoint a new leader.

A super-criminal,

whose organising ability and resources

might enable them to dominate the world.

A world of crime.

This very morning, I learned by cable from Washington

that one of the most powerful criminals in the United States

has left San Francisco.

We believe that he has been appointed

as an ambassador from the criminals of America,

to seek, and find,

this new mastermind.

His name is Rudolph Moss.

His destination, gentlemen,

is unknown.

Rudy, what's wrong with you?

Since we left America, you're so strange.

Mm-hmm.

It isn't the holiday trip you promised me.

Honey,

a beautiful girl like you

shouldn't talk so much.

Rudy, why don't you trust me?

I trust nobody.

Darling,

don't make any mistake.

The time is coming to break up your...

...beautiful romance.

Oh, but Rudy...

Come on, stop that! I have a job to do, and you, too.

Here's the contract.

You're guaranteed a leading spot in the show at Shanghai.

The Paradise Bar.

The owner's name is Kurt Heller. He's one of my men.

He will look after you.

But remember,

no female tricks.

You see, I haven't forgotten the ambition you had

when I picked you up out of that dreary little club in Copenhagen.

Very well.

But couldn't you at least tell me

where you are going, and what for?

- (FOOTSTEPS OUTSIDE) - (CREAKING)

I'm going to the ends of the earth,

to meet the devil himself,

and, if the devil agrees,

we will become partners.

Come on, darling.

Tell me, who sent you to spy on me?

Fu Manchu. It was Fu Manchu.

- Fu Manchu? - Be quiet!

- But why? - Ssh!

No-one...

No-one must know my mission.

I'm sure that guy was sent to spy on me.

Sorry he didn't succeed.

To Wooi!

Two hundred miles from here, in a village called Pan Soo,

there lives a Christian missionary.

His name is Dr Lieberson.

He has a daughter.

- You will bring them here. - Yes, Master.

Next!

Sit down.

- (SPEAKING CHINESE) - Lock the gates!

Seize him!

Who are you?

Come with us. Take his instruments.

Take him away.

Burn the village! Burn it!

For the last time, Dr Lieberson,

will you work for my father?

I've told you ten times already.

Stop!

I...

I'll work for you.

So be it.

- You know my orders? - Yes, Father.

Take the doctor to his room, which has been prepared,

- and bring the prisoner, too. - Yes.

This man is the subject of our experiment.

Your task...

is to transform him into the man in this photograph.

It's possible,

but it will take time.

Your instruments are here.

You have exactly 48 hours.