Five Golden Dragons

Passports, please.

Thank you, madam.

Passport, please.

Until this time tomorrow, Mr. Porter.

Thanks.

Where is this?

- That's over on the island, sir. - Okay. Hurry.

Don't lose him.

Here. Take this.

Can you deliver it for me?

- Okay. - Thank you.

Keep the change.

- (knock at door) - Come in.

- Good morning, sir. - What's good about it?

What have you got there?

It's a photograph, sir.

I may be in a senile condition,

but I have not yet gone blind.

Let's have a look at it.

Take no offense, Chiao. I have indigestion.

Yes, sir.

From the position where we found the body,

it must have fallen from here.

The flat's been empty for months,

and the caretaker says anybody he's shown around

could have taken an impression of the key

- and let themselves in. - Well, that's a lot of help.

- What about prints? - No, sir.

And the body?

No signs of identification, sir,

except the suit-- made in New York.

And his prints?

Nothing on our record, sir.

You'll have to try the States, won't you?

I did so, half an hour ago.

- (Knock at door) - Come in.

- Excuse me, sir. - Yes, what is it?

Taxi driver, sir. He's outside.

He wants to talk to Inspector Chiao.

- May I have him brought in, sir? - Yes, do.

Is this social or business, Chiao?

I had an announcement made on the radio, sir,

after the morning news, for any information.

Well, what do you have to say?

“Bob Mitchell, Hong Kong Hilton.”

“Five Golden Dragons.”

Does that mean anything to you?

No. No, it doesn't, sir.

- And you? - (Speaking Chinese)

- Take a statement from him, Chiao. - Yes, sir.

Chiao, I have a hunch that we're on to something good here.

There may be only five golden dragons,

but I have a sixth sense,

and it tells me that we may be on to something very important.

Yes, sir.

All right, I know you think that

two years in an American police college

is worth more than 30 years' experience,

but I still believe in hunches.

Yes, sir.

What's more, I believe in you, my lad,

which is why I want you to go to the Hilton Hotel

and see Mr. Mitchell yourself.

- In plain clothes, of course. - Very good, sir.

And...

in the immortal words of Shakespeare,

“There are more things, Horatio,

in heaven and earth, that are dreamed of

in your philosophy.”

"Hamlet," Act I, Scene IV.

Scene V, sir.

“I dote on his very absence.”

"Merchant of Venice,"

Act I, Scene II.

Oh, no. For heaven's sake.

Oh, here. Here, give me your hand.

There. There you are.

Well, my, my. You're doing beautifully.

Do you--

do you always drown like this?

No. It's just they pushed me.

- Oh, I see. - Oh, did I ruin it?

No, no. It's an underwater camera.

What's your name?

My name is Bob Mitchell.

- Oh. (chuckles) - What's--

what's your name?

- Oh, well, my name is-- - Ingrid!

Mitchell: Achtung!

- What do you want? - You're standing on my hand.

Oh, I'm sorry about that.

Mr. Mitchell, that's my sister, Margret.

- Well, how do you do? - Hello.

Excuse my hand. It's still a little numb.

- Oh, I'm sorry about that. - Won't you join us?

Have a cool drink?

Oh, why not?

I think I'd like to have a Tom Collins.

- Oh, yeah, me, too. - Would you like to sit at the table

or shall I bring the table into the pool?

Well, come on. Come on.

Well...

- See anyone named Bob Mitchell? - Bob Mitchell?

- Yeah. - That's the gentleman over there.

We're leaving in a couple of days.

- Oh, where are you going? - That's none of your business.

That's true. Look, maybe you could recons--

Pardon my intrusion, sir.

A gentleman would like to see you, sir.

- Tell him I'm busy. - The gentleman is a police inspector.

Look, you heard me. Tell him that... I'll be right over.

Thank you, sir.

Probably wants to tell me I'm double-parked.

What he doesn't know is that my car's in San Francisco.

Oh, isn't he crazy?

Mr. Mitchell?

Oh, howdy, pal.

Do you know this man?

Well, he certainly looks familiar.

He's dead, isn't he?

I asked you if you know him.

Even if I did, how would I know?

I've never seen him dead before.

Oh.

Then you have seen him before.

Well, if he's who I think he is, his name is, um--

I met him in the Manila Hilton last week.

Said he was a lawyer from New York.

Oh, Porter. Porter. That's the name.

Matter of fact, we made a date to meet in Hong Kong

here at the hotel last night at 8:00.

I wondered why he...

We found his body at 5:00.

Oh, I'm sorry. Accident?

No, he had a fall, and it wasn't an accident.

Well, why are you telling me this?

Apparently, one of the last things he did was...

write this.

Bob Mitchell, all right.

Who or what are the five golden dragons?

I haven't the slightest idea. I've never heard their records.

Mr. Mitchell, we'd rather like you to stay in Hong Kong

until the investigation is complete.

Thank you. That's very hospitable.

I like it here. That is, if it doesn't take you too long.

It may be quicker than you think.

- (Mumbling) - Oh, yeah.

That's Japanese, you know? I speak that, too.

- Thank you. - Been talking about me, haven't you?

Did you say a lot of nice things?

- Did you get arrested? - Arrested? Of course not.

Somebody wrote a note that he thought was for me,

so he dropped it by.

Will you please excuse us?

- Ingrid, we have to leave. - Why now?

I thought you said you were going to stay a couple more days.

- Sorry. Thanks for the drink. - You mean to say

you're going to let me just sit here and get sunstroke?

Is that thrilling dinner date still on?

You betcha.

Meet you in the lobby at 7:30, then.

7:30. it's a date. All right.

- Underwater camera? - Huh?

Not really, son, no.

You see, I lie a lot.

Oh. Oh, no.

What happened? Could-- could--

Hello? Could some--

Come in. I mean, who is it?

Well, who would have ever suspected a simple playboy

being one of the Five Golden Dragons?

- What did you say? - You are a Dragon, aren't you?

It's not only dragging, I think it's broken.

Oh, no. I lit right on my--

what-- what-- what are you...

Look-- oh, hello.

Please forgive me. I don't know what happened.

I either bumped into a wall or tripped on something.

Somebody tripped you.

- Who? - Me.

You? Why?

What are you wearing this robe for?

Robe? This is a darkroom. See?

It even has its own red light.

I was just opening my...

Well, that's the chance you take

when you've got an underwater camera.

Why do you put this act on?

Act?

You know exactly what I mean...

- Look-- - Dr. Mitchell.

A graduate from Stanford doesn't act the way you do.

Listen to me, what are you afraid of?

What are you running away from?

Look, tell me. Please, I can help you.

Could you find it in your heart to trust me?

Maybe someday you'll know.

But it seemed so urgent down at the pool.

I could see it in your eyes.

I can't. I can't.