In the preantepenultimate -- look it up -- Charlie Chan movie, Roland Winters is called in by an old friend to clear up why accidents keep happening to him. Before he can meet with Winters, his skull is cracked open and he's lying in a bed, bandaged to a fare-the-well, unconscious, and with a nursing sister played by Evelyn Brent looking after him. Meanwhile, Tim Ryan of the Sn Francisco Police is on the scene tring to figure out why the unconscious man's mine has suddenly begun producing again after years of not paying its way.
The Roland Winter Chans are hard to find, and the lack of interest is understandable, if this one is typical. Winters' interpretation speaks slower, more singsong, and isn't as funny as Toler. The script by Scott Darling doesn't help. It spends most of its time going back and forth over the same two sets. Neither does director William seem to want to push things forward. Victor Sen Yung as Second Son, and Mantan Moreland as Winters' assistant don't seem to have much comedy to offer. Instead, we get to see Ryan do a drunk act as part of his undercover investigation.