The Blood of Fu Manchu

You have been chosen to take part in a great mission,

as the instruments of my destiny.

No! No! No!

When my father gives an order, you will obey,

or die.

Centuries ago, an ancient race conquered this continent.

Now, their secrets are mine,

and, with this knowledge,

I shall master the world.

500 years ago,

the priests of a lost civilisation lived in this city.

They distilled a poison more deadly than any known to man.

That poison still exists today.

What is your name?

Celeste.

You are fortunate, Celeste.

You shall be our first emissary.

Observe your lover.

The moon is full,

the moon of life.

Let her taste the kiss

of death!

Power of ancient poison, transmit to this girl,

so that she will destroy the enemies in our path.

Strike.

She shall be the first.

The first of ten.

The old one.

You have suffered torture for many days

before you showed us the hidden secrets of this temple.

And yet, you are still alive.

To show your sisters how powerful is the poison that you carry,

you will kiss him

on the lips.

He will become sightless, and then he will die.

I've placed Celeste in your charge.

See to it that her next lover receives a prolonged embrace.

Nayland Smith.

A most persistent man.

He must be eliminated.

Halt!

Why are you in such a hurry, Carl?

You are too fast for me.

Judging by this old map,

the hidden city should lie...

in that direction.

But who knows how accurate it may be.

Why don't we make camp and spend the night here?

We are not due to meet Ursula in Metta for another week.

No.

We must push on,

at least as far as the river.

The city must be near the water.

Patience, my friends, that's the first virtue in archaeology...

You know I haven't the time to be patient.

Haven't you? Tell me, Carl.

Why is it so urgent to find the secret city?

It's been lost for hundreds of years.

Carl, how can a day or so more mean so much?

I can't explain to you, Dr Wagner, yet.

But, believe me, time is important.

Perhaps one day, you will understand.

Come on, Pindar, only a few miles more.

It's very strange. I've never seen it before.

What is it?

These kind of rocks in the heart of the jungle.

Here.

Give me your hand.

- Señor, por favor! - What's happened?

Have a look.

Dr Wagner?

- Brought a pistol? - Yes.

Get it.

Dr Wagner!

Dr Wagner...

Hold her! Don't let her go!

She will not escape.

Very well.

Each of you has been initiated.

Each of you has her destination.

Rome, Berlin, New York, Tokyo,

to the ends of the earth.

Each of you has her appointed task,

with the ten men who are my greatest enemies.

You will take them the gifts you bear upon your lips.

Death.

The first one leaves for London tonight.

Please, sir, a telegram for you, sir.

Mmm? Hmm.

Thank you, Lotus.

Dr Petrie is late, sir. Shall I make supper?

Carl Jansen.

Hmm?

Yes, er... thank you, Lotus.

No.

- Good evening, Lotus. - Good evening, Dr Petrie.

Thank you very much.

- Petrie, you're late. - Yes.

But it's very difficult to get a taxi in this fog.

I'm sure it must be.

Especially when your mind is occupied by a blonde.

What?

Don't be ridiculous! She's a...

- very old friend of mine. - I'm sure she is.

But she's still a blonde.

And a dyed one at that.

Well, yes, we've been serious about it.

Do you know, I could've sworn I saw a dacoit outside

when I came in just now.

You're quite right. You did.

He's been huddled over that brazier since half-past six.

Probably feels the cold, poor chap.

Well, I mean... w... what does he want?

I don't know, yet.

But I expect we'll soon find out.

I got this cable today from Carl Jansen.

- And what's that to us? - He's in South America.

And?

About six months ago,

I began hearing rumours that

Fu Manchu had turned up out there.

- Fu Manchu?! - Mmm.

So I sent agents out to investigate,

the best of them being Carl Jansen.

This is his cable to tell me that

he's getting close to Fu Manchu.

And, judging by our friend outside,

Fu Manchu is getting close to us.

Now, I wonder...

I must see Nayland Smith.

I'm Nayland Smith.

Good evening, madam.

I'm Nayland Smith.

Can I help you?

For heaven's sake, Petrie, go after...

Come here!

Come here, I tell you!

Who are you, and what have you done to Nayland Smith?

Go and phone for an ambulance.

What do you want?

I want to see Governor Mexical, immed...

The Governor is very busy now. You wait here a moment.

The señor wishes to see Governor Mexical.

I don't know. It's very difficult.

Excuse me, sir.

There is a man called Carl Jansen who wants to be received by you.

Who is he?

An archaeologist.

Send him in, then.

You can go.

In there, señor.

Governor Mexical.

My dear Herr Jansen.

And how is the archaeology business, huh?

Very bad. Dr Wagner's dead.

Dead?

Yes.

Completely?

Yes, completely.

Checkmate in two.

Of course.

Do you know

I have been trying to work it out all morning.

Coffee? Tequila?

No.

I have to get to Metta.

I have to meet Dr Wagner's niece.

She doesn't even know what's happened to her uncle.

So, I turn to you for help, Excellency.

Metta, not good country.

No?

Bandits.

I must go to Metta!

We try to please...

Metta, eh?

I need horses. Good horses.

I'm afraid you are not going to Metta, Herr Jansen.

You see, Herr Jansen,

you are under arrest

for the murder of Dr Wagner.

Oh, no.

And since you will...

you will be remaining here,

perhaps we have a little game of chess, yes?

No more!

No more!

No more!

Poor Yuma. You're frightened.

You will be more frightened.

You have disobeyed the master's orders,

and you will be punished.

But you will not die yet.

Dr Petrie not back yet?

It's been over an hour.

He went to the morgue.

Please come in, sir.

- How are you, old chap? - Petrie, that girl!

What did you find out about her?

Yes, I just got back from the morgue.

The morgue?