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Lieutenant Taber.

Captain Blake, good to see you.

-Is this seat taken? -Sit down.

-Have one. -Yes, thanks.

It's good to see you, fellow.

It's good to see you alive.

Lived long enough to get a leave. I'm on my way back to the States.

You've earned it. I heard about your crash landing.

Are you all right?

Pretty lucky, I guess.

I got out of it with a headache and a sprained ankle.

But, Commander Reed, poor devil.

Yes, it’s a tough break. He's a grand guy.

I begged him to jump with me. It was his only chance.

He thought he could save the ship.

Not a chance with one motor on fire.

How long was it before you were picked up?

Four days.

Only four days after you were reported missing?

You're lucky.

That's something of a record.

I'm not complaining.

Without the rescue plane, it'd have been three months.

The regular ship stops there four times a year.

I bet those four days seemed like a lifetime.

But what a lifetime.

Four of the fastest and most amazing days I've ever spent.

Pardon my inquisitiveness, but where did this take place?

On an island called Tuba Tara.

English translation:

Love island.

Oh, I'm beginning to get you.

Yes, four amazing days and nights.

-Action, thrills and… -Love?

If you saw it in a movie, you wouldn't believe it.

You've got me drooling.

At least let us have a short resume.

It seems impossible only four days ago I landed in that beach grass.

I made a perfect landing.

I could see the breakers in the distance.

My husband will be home before me and he'll be angry.

He's not pleasant when he's angry.

I must go, Sarna.

You'd better go quick, Klepon. I'll come later.

Hey, you. Just a minute.

Hey, there!

Just a minute!

Hey, there!

Oh, shucks.

Do you speak English?

Comprends vous Français?

Sprechen Sie Deutsch?

You wish to talk with me?

Why you not speak English?

Thanks, I will.

Master hurt foot?

Master will be all right in a minute.

I think.

Maybe so soon it will not be more better?

Let's hope so.

I think I'd better sit here for a while.

Master can sit here all day tonight, and all tomorrow today.

That's one way to spend the weekend.

You seem to speak English very well. Where did you learn?

My father spent much money to the sea captain so that I may learn.

But they did not teach me to say what you said.

Shucks?

No, I hardly think they teach you that.

You translate the meaning, please.

You say it when you're angry,

or when you feel bad,

or when you're hurt.

I will remember.

I will teach Tamor and my father.

Who is Tamor? Translate, please.

Tamor, very good, kind friend.

-I'll not teach second wife of my father. -Why leave her out?

Because every time she sees me, she will say: "Oh, shucks".

-She doesn't like you? -No.

That's strange. I don't know how anyone could dislike you.

How can second wife love daughter that's not her own?

I don't find it difficult loving daughters that aren't my own.

You have a second wife?

No, I haven't even found the first one.

Tell me, what island is this?

Master not know where he is?

This is Tuba Tara.

In English it's called Love Island.

Sounds as though it has possibilities.

We'll go into that another time.

First, I've got to get to the nearest town.

Tuba Tara not far. Can Master walk?

Yes.

I think Master can walk all right.

I don't believe I caught your name.

Sarna.

Sarna.

Very pretty.

Look, Master's foot grows big.

Very pretty.

Arjuna.

Could I speak to you of something close to the heart?

Speak, Tamor.

My eyes are sharp enough to know the words before the ears hear them.

It’s about your daughter, Sarna.

I know you speak of her.

Is she not your favorite subject?

My heart is overflowing with her.

Let me say this, my young friend.

Sarna will make her own choice.

Her future life of happiness must be of her own decision.

Her decision will be proper.

You're most kind.

My life will be devoted to her happiness.

Someone approaches who would demand otherwise of you.

He won't give up until he gets your daughter.

You mean Jaraka?

His persuasion with me is as light as the early morning dew,

and it has less weight.

I'm grateful.

-Arjuna. -Jaraka.

And Ninga.

You look sorrowful.

It’s not moment for gladness when husband knows not

where his wife spends her time.

I think I do know.

Which makes it more distressing.

Mardi, the fisherman wants her.

Let him repay me first the money she cost me.

She's in excellent company.

Your wife Klepon is with Sarna on the beach.

It is not for the young puppies to speak to their elders

on matters of grave privacy.

I speak of someone nearer my own age.

His wife.

It would be more fortunate if the young seek the young,

and the old realize their own age.

The old are blessed with wisdom.

I fear it is not a question of age, Jaraka.

You speak with one word for Ninga and many for yourself.

I do not get your meaning.

You want Sarna for your wife,

but where there is no love, it cannot be bought.

What I want I shall have.

-It is not what you want. -Come, Tamor.

Only evil can come from anger.

The young fool is making his own time exceedingly short.

Come, Ninga.

We will go and talk with Mardi, the fisherman.

Now look at the darn thing. It's really swollen.

I'll go catch hot water.

Make it grow small.

Pretty soon, quick.

Would you mind helping me?

Do you live around here?

Yes. My name is Tamor.

Oh, yes.

You're a friend of Sarna's.

It's true.

You're not jealous because she is helping me with this ankle?

No.

Sarna is good, kind and beautiful.

Let's not overlook that.

She's quite a dish.

You've got yourself something, I envy you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Second wife of my father was making hot water for his tea.

I stole the hot water.

Aren't you sharp?

Let's have a look.

Tamor. He hurt his foot.

-Can I help? -No, no. I'll take care.

-What are you going to do? -Make the foot well again.

You ought to be a nurse.

-Take it easy. -It makes hurt?

No, it feels fine.

I'm glad.

You like to see people suffer, don't you?

No, but if Master's big foot get well too soon,

Sarna will see him no more.

Master doesn't have to leave just because his foot is well.

I'm beginning to like it here.

Jaraka?

Mind your manners.

Your friend?

Jaraka.

I don't like the company.

Jaraka says he will marry me.

Who's he been saying it to?

To me.

Pay no attention to him.

You haven't told me your name.

I'm Lieutenant Richard Taber, but my friends call me Dick.

I will call you Dickie.

Fair enough.

-Whose place is this? -My father's shop.

Would your father care if you talk with a man from another country?

My father does not know.

Therefore, how can he care?

Suppose he found out, would he care?

I don't know.

I've never talked to a foreign devil before.

I've never talked to a girl from Tuba Tara before.

I am not a girl.

I am a woman.

-That four men wish to marry. -Only four?

It's good the Marines didn't land here.

It is so.

Tamor, Ryan, Jaraka, Pak.

One, two, three, four.

What are you holding out for?

I cannot marry Tamor, he's my friend.

I cannot marry Pak, he has one eye.

I will not marry Jaraka.

He has a wife.

I cannot marry Ryan, he has three children.

That's the foursome. Where do we go from there?

I'm going to marry the man of my choice.

Or go unmarried to my grave.

With your ideas, you should live in my country.

-Where is your country? -United States, America.

America.

Yes, I've heard of America.

A lot of people have, it’s quite a place.

How many wives you take in America?

To be on the safe side, you only take one at a time.

I've heard women across the sea are very strange.

They have much clothes and much paint on their face.

It's a throwback to the Indians.

On their feet, they wear shoes that high.

I guess you folks down here are really authorities

on the midriff and the plunging neckline.

Speaking of authorities,

I'd better tell my base where I am.

-Master forget. -I'll say.

The trouble is, that you're much too…

You certainly are.

I can do.

In your country, do they kiss ladies on the shoulder?

Well, it’s a beginning.

In Tuba Tara

we touch cheeks.

Like this?

I think that's more better.

I think it's more better I put on my shoe.

Klepon!

Klepon, where are you going?

Far away. You will never see Klepon again.

But your husband, Ninga.

He is old, ugly.

He's beaten me many times. I can't stand no more.

So I go away far to the west.

To love and happiness.

To love and happiness.

Klepon.

It's Mardi, the fisherman.

Yes. Today, he wait for me.

He is good and kind.

He will not beat the woman he will call wife.

My pretty Klepon.

Love and happiness.

May you find much of both.

I will pray in the temple for you.

I have to go to the temple,

to pray for the happiness of my friends, Klepon and Mardi.

I'll go with you.

Maybe the priest can tell me how to communicate with my base.

How is our friend Mr. Jaraka feeling?

He is very angry.

His face gives him much pain.

It gives me much pain too.

Two of his teeth are very loose.

Only two? I must be slipping.

Jaraka has a long memory.

He will not forget the blow.

Come, I'll take you to the temple.

Sarna.

You like this foreign devil?

I have not said so.

-Foreign devil likes you. -He has not said so.

Can you not tell without words?

Yes, a little.

But I like to hear words too.

How do you like this temple?

What's going on out there? An old fashioned prayer meeting?

Come, I'll take you to the courtyard.

That is the Legong dance.

It is only danced by two girls.

Unmarried.

That was quite a shindig.

It reminded me of Christmas on the old plantation.

What is Christmas?

It's the birthday of the son of our God.

Foreign devils have gods too?

We have one.

Only one?

That's very sad.

We worship many.

At the feet of our husbands.

Do not the women in your country worship at the feet of their husbands?

Not since 1492.

That's very sad.

They should be beaten.

A great idea.

But the women in my country hit first.

Why do they beat the girls here?

Because they talk too much.

Do not the women in your country talk too much?

Entirely too much. But don't quote me.

If Jaraka should become your husband,

would he beat you?

Oh, yes.

But how could he?

With a bamboo stick.

Why have anything to do with him?

I am not going to marry Jaraka.

Atta girl.

But he offered much rice for me.

Do they trade you girls for a bowl of rice?

At that rate of exchange,

a guy with a sack of potatoes could get himself a harem.

But you do not understand.

We have a beautiful custom.

When we make marriage,

men always gives something.

Like Rimpan.

Shall I tell you the story how Rimpan got married?

I would love to hear a story of how Rimpan got married.

Important custom is to kidnap the girl, to be the bride.

It is a big secret

and everybody knows about it.

The boy pretend to make big fight and takes girl away with him.

Father now comes home looking for his daughter,

but he knows she's already gone.

Sounds a little strange to me.

No strange. Custom, Balinese.

You quiet.

Father tells priest to get his daughter back right away.

And right away she comes home.

Father much angry,

beats daughter with a palm leaf.

She pretends she's hurt.

But not hurt.

Not hurt.

Priest forbids father to whip anymore,

and tells father that boy will make a good husband for his daughter,

and soon father will be grandfather.

Now wedding is getting ready.

Now Rimpan's friends dress her and the ceremony begins.

People carry many offerings to the temple.

When friends cannot come to temple,

they carry offerings of flowers and fruit to own little shrine.

Then there is dancing.

The old priest rings his bell and makes the wedding vows.

They march around the offerings seven times,

asking the blessings of the gods.

Then the priest sprinkles holy water on everybody.

Now it comes to the end.

The husband and wife paddle away on the boat

for a happy honeymoon.

Do you always have such big ceremonies? Doesn't anyone ever elope?

Elope? What's that?

When a guy grabs a toothbrush and a girl and runs off to get married.

It's a very strange custom.

No fuss, no bother. It's simple.

No climbing trees for coconuts. No dragging turtles around.

All you do is look up a minister,

say your I do’s, and you're hooked.

-Okay? -Yes.

I've got a toothbrush.

Whoa, sister.

Please, Dickie.

Tell me more talk.

What more is there to say but…

I love you.

I shall love you all through this life,

and the next and the next.

The love of Sarna will grow and grow and grow.

For her wonderful big foreign devil.

Excuse me, please.

Oh, Lord of all creatures,

you make Sarna love the foreign devil.

That's good.

But now make the foreign devil love Sarna.

That's the best of all.

Oh, Lord of all creatures.

Excuse me a moment, please.

You will marry Sarna?

Now look, honey, I'm very fond of you.

I think you're beautiful.

Give a guy a chance to catch his breath.

Oh, Lord of all creatures,

the foreign devil says he will marry Sarna,

as soon as he catches his breath.

Lord of all creatures, I thank you.

Please make Sarna a good wife.

That's all I ask.

Mardi!

Oh, God of my ancestors. Take me away.

Take me away!

Do not make me go back to the rice merchant.

Klepon?

Klepon, where is Mardi, the fisherman?

The gods bring me love only to take away life.

He is dead.

They killed him.

To the gods.

Fumanku sees thy offering.

Fumanku prays.

Ninga, the rice merchant, gives sacred rice to the gods.

The gods returned to Ninga, the lost wife of his house.

Klepon!

What is he going to do to her?

I do not know.

I'm going to find my father.

You find Tamor!

Fumanku must ask you to stop here.

Do not step into the lives of other people.

The gods forbid.

Fumanku do not think foreign born shows wisdom.

Out of my way.

Klepon was pretty.

Ninga is old and could not save face.

Others have had to do so for him.

Mardi, the fisherman, will never again speak

soft words of love to listening ears.

Why did Jaraka take to his heart the sorrow of another?

Klepon spends much time in idle talk

with one whom I wish to make my wife.

She may give ideas to Sarna, which are not good.

Sarna needs no advice.

Then I will give her esteemed father some advice.

Jaraka has not forgotten that once you told him of an uprising in people.

You were sentenced to be hanged.

Yes.

That was 20 years ago.

Why does Jaraka speak of these things now?

Arjuna's life hangs by a thread a worthy governor would cut.

Do not be afraid, Arjuna.

I have influence and power and money.

Enough and plenty to save you.

I give it with gladness in your service.

When Jaraka gives, it is to receive.

That which I worship beyond all things.

Thy daughter.

Is a daughter much to give in exchange for her father's life?

I have said I would not give Sarna to one she did not love.

Even if it costs you your life?

I am old, but that is of no matter.

My life is a small thing to lose,

for the happiness of my daughter.

Let the gods hear me and bear witness.

If Arjuna do not give to me the hand of Sarna,

then will he soon begin the long journey,

and your daughter will mourn the loss of one

who could have saved his life, with a word.

If I had a hundred lives to lose,

and you could take them all, even as you can take this one,

which the gods have given me,

my answer would still be the same.

No.

What brings the daughter of Arjuna a second time to this place?

I have come to ask the gods for help.

Sarna has much wisdom.

I wonder how far it will lead her.

To the end.

Maybe.

Who can tell.

It would be better if her wisdom led her beneath the roof of Jaraka.

Who is so wise?

Who can tell.

Perhaps I can, if the daughter of Arjuna will listen.

I've already heard much.

Too much.

Then you know that Arjuna has but few remaining hours

in which to enjoy the light of the sun and the fruit of his labor.

I know.

You know your father has a price on his head and his life is forfeit.

I know.

I wonder, will it be said of Sarna?

Her father died because she would not save him.

No.

No!

Sarna, I know the desire of my heart.

It takes but a word from her lips.

If I make a promise

to marry you,

will you make promise,

that no harm shall come to my father?

Yes. By the gods of Tuba Tara, yes!

Then I make promise.

Tomorrow Sarna will come to the house of Jaraka as his bride?

Tomorrow.

I will come.

Woman of a thousand charms.

At last my purpose comes true and my dream is real.

No harm shall come to my father.

Let's not talk of Arjuna,

when my thoughts are only of his daughter.

My heart bids me to take that today,

which is all mine tomorrow.

Do not touch me!

Do not touch me.

The gods have sent me the foreign devil.

Now I can't see him no more.

For that, I hate you.

I hate you!

No words can tell how big I hate you.

I make promise.

For my father, I keep that promise.

But among all the evil of spirits,

there is no one I hate as much as I hate Jaraka.

Lord of all creatures.

I feel very bad.

I'm angry.

I'm hurt.

Is my pretty little moonbeam a happy bride?

Yes, my father.

Why those eyes are red from weeping?

Is it from joy?

Is not the wedding day

the greatest day of a woman's life?

As a child of my heart, no regret that leap taking

to give me comfort through the lonely years to come?

I have never loved my father as much as now.

Does it not please you to call Jaraka son?

There are others I would have chosen before him.

It is hard to believe that Sarna loves Jaraka.

Does my father think

that I would marry but I do not love?

No.

Yet there was the foreign born.

Did you not tell me of him and say him you would marry?

It was but a dream, my father.

Why did you send the foreign born away?

He's a man of the West.

I'm a woman of the East.

I tell him he belongs to the white men world.

What have I done that makes my father sad?

How can I tell?

How can I tell my child a secret I have kept buried all these years?

Secret?

My father speaks, but I do not understand.

Listen while I speak words of truth.

Sarna is not the daughter of Arjuna.

No.

No!

No, I do not believe it.

You just tell me this.

No, it isn't true.

It is true.

The one from over the seas,

he is of your people, not of mine.

I don't know his people,

and they do not know me.

How can I be one of them?

I am Sarna,

daughter of Arjuna.

I make promise,

I keep promise.

What promise?

I made a promise to Jaraka.

-Jaraka? -And Jaraka made promise to me.

What promise did Jaraka made Sarna?

That he…

That he'll buy silks for my body and diamonds for my ears,

and gold bracelets for my wrists.

Never before have false words fallen from the lips of Sarna.

What promise did Jaraka make?

He promise, if I marry him,

no harm shall come to you.

It is as I thought.

Does the foreign born know of this?

No.

No, I haven't told him.

Then I'll find him before it is too late.

Here is Tamor.

Maybe he can tell us.

Tell me quick. Have you seen him?

I have been very much busy today.

News of the wedding from this house comes very sudden.

I would not have Sarna become a bride without a gift from Tamor.

Tamor is very good.

A carved teak wood box for you.

A place to keep your most lovely garments

and other things of value.

Now, noble Master,

I wish to talk with you of many things.

I will go with Tamor.

Here is the key.

Beautiful one.

I ask a word of him,

and all Tamor is giving me is a present.

I do not know what more Tamor can give to Sarna.

Now I know how it feels to be firmly packed.

The gods do hear Sarna.

They do.

They do.

Aren’t you going to look at me?

I made promise never to look up on you again.

Did you also promise that I couldn't put my arms around you?

No, I did not make that promise.

Then I'm free to do as I please.

This is what pleases me most.

If you turned your head just a little bit more,

I could kiss you.

There, that's better.

Wow. All right, lock me up for the night.

Dickey!

You cannot fool a guy who loves you.

You do love me, don't you?

Yes.

I love you.

I love you more than I can speak.

But I gave you up.

Honey, you're in a rut.

But it's no use.

This time I'm going to hang on.

My father is in big danger.

I must save him.

That's why, today I marry Jaraka.

So that's it.

To save your father, you plan to marry that crocodile?

I cannot break my promise.

I'll break it for you.

There, it's broken.

What is that, a fire drill going on out there?

It's for me, my wedding ceremony.

That is Mario.

He's the most famous Balinese dancer.

It is for me

and my happiness, he dances.

Ladies and gentlemen!

You can all go home. All bets are off.

The bride has changed her mind.

Jaraka has come for his bride.

Bring him in,

and get someone to help carry him out.

It would be better for all

if Jaraka did not see the foreign born.

It would be better to let Jaraka see Sarna.

Then when he is gone, the foreign one shall hide my child.

Don't lock me in. I may want to get out in a hurry.

Will the honorable Jaraka enter.

Jaraka worships at the shrine of Sarna's beauty.

Arjuna will do lasting favor.

You leave me alone with the treasure of his house.

Pretty box.

A gift.

Teak wood and gold.

Strong and beautiful.

-A wedding gift from? -Tamor.

Tamor?

I did not know the little shop paid so well,

that one so new in business,

could buy such costly gifts for a bride not his own.

Sit at my feet that I may drink in the beauty

of our Arjunas most wonderful daughter.

The heart of Jaraka beats loudly with great joy

at this moment!

Please give me that key.

You have no right.

You’re not my husband yet.

It's better I keep the key.

My adorable one might lose it.

It is far better I keep, far better.

Jaraka, it's not your place.

Please give me the key. I only ask what's mine.

My adorable one does not need the key.

I do not permit the wedding gift of Tamor to grace my house.

What are you going to do with it?

Wait outside until you hear my voice.

Then you will come and take the box,

to the bridge that crosses the river.

You will stumble from great weight,

and the box will fall into the muddy waters

that flow below.

Wait for my voice.

I will have nothing to remind her of a lovesick boy,

who said pretty speeches by light of the moon.

No.

No, you will not.

I will not have it so.

Your heart is evil with jealousy.

I will remove it by removing the cause.

Now I see why Jaraka wants to destroy the box of carved teak wood.

Open it.

Open it!

See the emptiness that is within.

Jaraka thinks that Sarna would hid her lover in the box?

Open it!

Open it and see the mistake of your thought.

There is no one here.

No one.

Save Sarna and Jaraka.

Yet he thinks that there is a third close beside.

You swear it?

By the love I bear my father.

By the gods I worship.

By the sacred graves of my ancestors.

There is no one here but we two.

No one!

Open it.

Open it!

Open it!

See the truth of my words!

We shall see.

Lies.

Nothing but lies.

You think false words would fool Jaraka?

You think to blind my eyes with your woman's cunning?

You think I am a fool to be outwitted, to cheat or trick?

If it's so you would shame my house.

If Jaraka would only listen to me.

Let me tell him the truth.

-Let the foreign man go. -Let him go? Never.

Tamor!

The key! Jaraka has it.

He is in it!

It’s locked!

Have no fear, dear one.

Go, Sarna.

I will make talk with Jaraka.

I'll go and get my father.

Tamor makes pretty gifts.

I would give more than teakwood and gold to the daughter of my former Master.

Perhaps, you would give her a foreign dog for a husband.

I would give even more that she may be happy.

What more has Tamor to give?

The key of a gold teak wood box.

The knife of Jaraka has a keen edge.

Jaraka has waited long for the moment when Tamor would come.

Tamor has come.

Where are those dogs?

Have them come here quickly.

That's about all that happened.

That's all?

What about the girl?

How did you part with her?

How did you take leave?

You mean I should have said something?

You're taking this awfully cold blooded.

Walking out on a girl like that without doing anything about it.

It gives the Navy a bad name.

I think I understand. You have a wife back in the States?

Not yet, but I soon will have.

Somebody waiting for you?

No.

Someone going along with me.