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Thank you.

Dudley.

Dudley.

Dudley.

You've been keeping me waiting, sir.

This is the day of the month we fill our bellies with something besides turtle,

old sport.

The ships come in.

Get yourself a grenda and we'll have a party.

Aye, I'm back at sunset.

Satisfactory cargo this trip, Captain?

Ebony and spices.

What's news outside?

Wars and rumors? No, no, no. Gossip. Cheap bits of scandal. Something huge.

Fred Butts at Macassar found a pearl worth a couple of thousand and left his

wife. That American widower, Titi, is about to have... Oh, that's not news.

That scallywag Englishman still here?

He is.

How did he ever light on this particular flyspeck on the map?

Escaping from something or other, I suppose.

He's a bit light in the head, if you ask me.

Aren't we all here?

It's the heat, isn't it? You're pretty easy on him, Mr. Carter. This is a

lonely station, Captain.

I suppose I'm jealous of the reckless way he squanders the priceless treasure

of land.

The devil is back.

See you next month, Nunez.

Why didn't you tell Sinking Hard?

What's going on out there?

Celebration? Oh, a ship comes in.

Oh, you know them. They're like a lot of giddy kids.

Oi.

Here it is, Ginger, on the dot.

Edward C. Wilson, Esquire.

You know, I'm blessed if when you get these B.A. do, I don't wonder if I

oughtn't to rise and curse.

You know, man, I'll just pop out the back way.

But wait, wait.

I was going to cash that for you, Ginger.

Come here.

Endorse the check.

See? He's all ready for you.

Eight pounds.

That's seventy-two given exactly this time.

Thank you.

What's the idea?

A shopkeeper's honor, please. Sit down, mister. I got a date, mister. Sit down.

It's a dirty trick.

You are the only money, don't you?

Tell them to present their cheats of Mr. Wilson's index.

Are you my friend or are you not?

I'll never trust you again.

Here!

Here!

How much?

Sixty-three gulden. You can wait for the money outside in the club.

Now be a reasonable man.

Pay them. Get it off your chest and off mine.

Leave me with only a quid to my name?

Why, you little tin god, let me tell you something. Okay.

You're a lost sheep, if ever I saw one.

Going to pieces under that cocky hat of yours like a rotten tongue.

If you ever had it back, boy, he's all been dissolved in booze.

Well, I'm sick and tired of your drunken uproars. And I...

Here, you come up to my house tonight and we'll have half a dozen bottles of

beer. I accept your apology.

I beg your pardon. All right.

See you tonight for the beer. Hey, I suppose we'll be having company.

Oh, you do.

Here, that way.

You're impossible.

And you, my dear sir, tossing me to those thieves, are a traitor to our

race.

Here we come, Danny.

Not in my, not in my, not in my.

Here we come gathering. Nina, catch him. Pay attention.

Start again.

One, two.

Here we come gathering.

Not in my, not in my.

Clear. This is no place for that.

Carto. You finish it alone and set them an example.

Here we come gathering, not in May, on a cold and frosty

morning.

There.

Sit down. Now, children, it's good, but not good enough. Once more from the

beginning. One, two.

Here we come gathering, not...

Nuts in May.

Nuts in May.

Nuts in May.

Here we come gathering.

Serena, you're not paying attention.

Stand up and let me hear you say the word gathering.

Gathering.

Gathering. No.

Gathering.

Gathering.

Difficult. Not difficult. The word is difficult.

Nothing worth having is easy. Of course it's difficult.

Sit down.

If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.

Now we'll sing the song.

Pay particular attention to the vowels.

We'll start with the second verse.

Ready?

One, two.

Once more. One, two.

Who will you have for nuts in May?

Who will you have for nuts in May?

Who will you have for nuts in May? Now,

who shall we have for nuts in May?

Well,

we'll have Serena, Titi, and Isa for nuts in May.

Ready? One, two.

Yes, I suppose it is difficult for you.

But for me too sometimes, you know.

We'll now take down the following lines written by Stevens, who is a very great

poet and a very good man, although he was born in Scotland.

There's so much bad in the best of us and so much good in the worst of us that

it little behoves any of us to talk about the rest of us.

Marina,

I'm afraid you'll never realize what a good deed you have done. The first thing

is to find the police and put an end to this wickedness.

A barmaid's eyes are blue.

Not black at home in England.

The way it's cold, her cheeks are red as apples.

You can fill your lungs with clean, bright cold in England. You paint

pictures with your frozen breath.

And your boots make music in the snow.

In wintertime.

At home.

In England.

It's pretty.

Even if I cannot understand it.

Shame on you!

Oh, shame.

Why, you say?

Only last week, I took that child under my wing.

Can't you corked-up hens stop scratching at other people's business?

Madam, would you kindly remove your little tea kettle to another stove?

Where's my beautiful hand?

Where's my beautiful hand?

Oh, there it is.

I'm certain that you don't pick at it.

I'd be honest and I'd like to serve my fellow men spiritually.

You're a surgical act, but you have tried my patience beyond endurance.

You spurn your knees!

Asleep! You spurn your feet!

Grant me patience. These people have no sense of moral responsibility.

If it wasn't for you, Dudley, I think I'd give up.

Has the sergeant told you? Told me what? I should have thought in the ordinary

course of routine, sir. You'd have been acquainted with affairs in your own

district. I do not encourage my staff to drop in at my private house except on

matters of importance. But this is far more than important. It concerns the

very salvation of the whole community. I mean hardly anything that has to do with

that renegade they call... Interted.

Eh? Another of his revolting outbreaks.

Drunk again, I suppose. He wrecked a shop and half killed the proprietor.

Where is he? In jail, of course. My sister and I... Ah, your sister. Yes.

We feel very strongly that something ought to be done. Now, do sit down, Mr.

Jones. No. Thank you. This man is a public scandal and... Forgive me.

But have you and your sister, in addition to complain, ever offered him a

helping hand? You won't let us come near him every time... No one appreciates

more than I do the good work that you and your sister are doing, Mr. Jones.

But are you sure you exercise your calling with all possible tact? The

situation is beyond tact. I shall naturally listen to the evidence against

him and to his defense.

There can be no defense. My dear sir, I administer justice according to the laws

of my government.

But, Mr. Groysdorf... Adieu. I beg your pardon, Mr. Groysdorf. Good evening.

He treated me like a pig.

I was so small, but he treated me so well.

He destroyed my shop.

I used the bottle to beat him.

I was wrong.

I beat him to death.

I'm sorry.

He broke my glasses.

He broke my arm.

At this moment, my wife and child have no chance.

I have no face.

I'm in the cart all right, but I was blind.

Look at the provocation I had.

That old clothesline ties me up in knots every time she comes in the window.

Meneer Comptroller, if I may intervene... Owens, I can defend myself.

Ginger, Wilson.

After all, you are the prisoner here and not the prosecutor.

If you follow.

Now, Miss Jog.

Miss Jog in the manger.

Wilson! How can a man keep still face with her? I can't.

Evil communications, corrupt good manners.

Naturally.

But there are other cases to be disposed of.

Now proceed, if you please. Oh, I have nothing against him personally.

He can be as insolent to me as he chooses.

That doesn't worry me.

But he shall not be insolent... Miss Jones.

Not only his slavery to drink, though that's a public scandal against which I

as a woman, as well as a worker here for spiritual betterment, have a right to

protest. But yesterday I found him with one of my own pupils, fighting her to

be wicked.

There's no one to stop him.

I tell you, his example here utterly destroys our efforts, mine and my

brother's, to... Well, what, Miss Jones?

To help these people to find the truth.

They're such children in air.

So easily influenced.

How are we to guide them if this so-called white man mocks at us?

We are odd, I suppose.

But by their fruits ye shall know them.

You sentimental suction punk.

Taking all the fun out of life.

That man is a peril to women.

You're a thorn in the flesh of man. Whiz!

He's still drunk.

No!

It's not drink you're afraid of. It's a bit of normal virility in a man.

Mr. Greuter, I am not on trial here. Miss George,

understanding is a great thing, isn't it?

Everybody.

The Calvistrat in Amsterdam, Piccadilly in London.

And those leafy avenues in Paris.

On that little street that scared me, I forget the name, in New York.

Everybody is flotsam and jets.

Not knowing why they're here or where they're going.

But behaving as they do.

And very oddly too sometimes.

Because they're human.

I'm afraid I've bought it. It's my English education.

Regarding Edward C.

Wilson now.

Miss Jones, what do you suggest?

Oh, I do try to look on the brighter side of things.

And I suppose there must be some good in a man who's kind to his dog and keeps

his moustache tidy.

But he must be taught a lesson.

You have something in your mind?

Deportation. I'm sorry, but it's necessary.

Thank you, Miss Jones.

Thank you, Minea.

She lied to me.

Deport me.

Haven't you been idle, incorrigible, drunk, and immoral here?

I pay for the China stuff I broke, if you'll give me time.

You'll pay for the damage, all right. But it's me who'll give you the time.

And that will be one month.

In jail.

Great heel.

Mark Hetmanus. It's only a month. I detest. It's ridiculous.

If you'll excuse me, you frown. Let he be deported.

My sentence said.

Send him away so that we can cultivate our garden in peace.

You see?

Yes.

I see your eyes.

Enter this sentence.

Three months.

Me? Hard labor.

Why, you say? On a road gang. Who? Me!

Wait a minute!

I'll kill you when I get out!

You all right?

I don't think you quite... I'm sure you don't appreciate this.

Send Tuan Wilson here.

Daya Tuan Bazaar.

Mr. Greuter, you can't leave things like this. You have your obligations.

Obligations to us, too. We work hard, Mr. Greuter. Awfully hard, you must know

that. Quiet. Oh, I must talk to you. I'm a little emotional, I'm afraid. Indeed.

Wilson in the road gag.

Have you considered what the social effects on the natives will be?

It will undermine our authority.

You must see that it's best to deport him.

Pluck him out.

Like an offending eye.

Heaven knows...

Pardon me.

I've promised myself I'd deport him often enough.

I knew you'd see the light.

I've just sent for Mr. Wilson.

Come in.

I can't bear to be near that man.

But, Ma, I... Sergeant,

you may go.

Come here, Whisp.

Come here.

So, you were going to kill me, eh?

I'm not swallowing the words precisely, but I was mad for a minute.

I got over it. That's very kind.

It does stick in my craw, you giving way to that twitty twerp.

That hangover's beating its wings in my head.

Am I never sitting down?

If my head wasn't so vacant, there wouldn't be any room for the wings to

bleed.

Oh, thank you.

Do you know what I am, Mr. Comptroller?

Yes, crazy.

Beer? No, man.

Down the hatch.

Sugar? Here.

You know, I don't know what to do with you.

Neither did anybody at home.

I was a... Problem child hmm.

I'm half in mind to deport you I Glad to have met you controller.

When do I start?

Oh, I didn't suggest it. They did You mean

You don't want to kick me out Well, I'm lonely enough as it

is No Can't you control yourself?

I've made practically a companion of you

You're behaving like this, it hurts.

I'll do that time on the road, can't you? No, no.

It's your duty to punish me. A white man on the road, can't you?

Oh, I never thought of that.

Couldn't you just put me in jail here and have my government hem and

haw at me for feeding an Englishman for three months?

No.

There it is.

Think, man, think. I'm trying to. So am I.

Mr. Grider, do think of something.

I ought to get back to jail.

I've got... It's a blessing.

I shall send you to Ego Island.

He's no punishment.

He will be.

There is no alcohol out there.

I'm not busy at that, please.

He's going to send the pledge tomorrow anyway.

Stop yawning.

Oh, how hopeless I am.

This morning, I sentenced you, Edward C. Wilson.

Here, what does that C stand for, Edward?

Claude.

That's been bothering me, Irma.

I sentenced you, Edward Claude Wilson, to three months hard labor.

It will be worked out on Agor Island.

Wah, Tuan, pintar. Kenapa? Good.

Tuan,

Tuan,

pintar.

Smell of milk like a blasted baby.

No,

no, no.

Tom the Dread Ton Bizarre?

Selfish swine, that fellow, charging off the wager like that.

Beer has to have company to be enjoyed.

That's what for.

Honest night of month, Ton Bizarre. Officer with Mr.

and Missy Jones.

Oh, Miss.

Now,

now, Mr. Jones isn't well either today.

And you wouldn't want me to leave him all alone, would you?

Bye, Ananya.

Remember, it's a compound flat, John. She must be kept absolutely quiet.

Bye, Ananya.

I'm throwing John on the bed. Oh, then say I wouldn't dream of this day.

Oh, say.

Miss Jones, I was just saying how disappointing. How nice of you not to

forget our small festivities. But how could I?

But do you mind not smoking? It makes my brother feel sick at the best of times.

Oliver, throw it away. And you must keep the stones at Mr. Jones' feet quite hot.

you know oh it's nothing serious with your brother just a touch of malaria

again oh then i wouldn't dream of inconvenience it isn't at all

inconvenient oh

i'll leave the door ajar dear then i

can chaperone you yes dear now wouldn't it be better if i came to dinner another

night I never heard of such a thing. Now, do sit down. I've got a real

English dinner for you tonight.

A boiled fish, a risso, and tapioca pudding.

Tapioca?

Oh, fancy.

It's my favorite pudding.

What is it, Sergeant?

What is it?

The chief on Mapuchete has a little appendix, that's all.

Appendicitis? But it must be operated on at once. But appendicitis or not, since

your brother is unable to go to him, I'm afraid his appendix will have to wait.

I shall go myself.

I know you're qualified, but you can't remove an appendix, can you? Well, I

don't know the scores of times. An acute appendix is nothing to Dordlova. The

poor soul might die.

But Mapuchete is 80 kilometers away and... And what?

My brother will give me his blessing, I'm sure.

Oh, that dumber. I'm thankful that woman's not sister to me.

Sergeant. Jaumonier. You will escort Narnia Jones in the government lodge.

Jaumonier.

Get out that notebook of yours and put this all there down.

On your return, you will pass Ago Island.

Shall we stop in here?

I must not tell Nunya.

Hendrik!

Where is Hendrik going?

Don't know, Nunya.

Pick up Joan Wilson at Aigle.

Not tell Nunya joke.

That's done.

I may say that the operation was successful.

And, of course, the little community there is stronger now and it's safe.

Yes, Magda.

Will Hendrik be very much longer, do you think?

Would you like me to play for you, Noya, with my guitar?

No, thank you.

I'm not very musical, I'm afraid, in the primitive sense.

I shall walk, I think.

Nature is so natural, isn't it?

Yes, Maya.

Open your mouth to me, you unregenerate punishment indeed.

More like conspiracy.

Come up!

Come up!

Come up!

Living in pagan idleness instead of reforming yourself by responsibility and

trust. That goldness you have to conjure.

Gold, you've had your chance to reform and lost it. And you'll be deported if I

have to go to the government over the head of the comptroller.

Aren't you listening to me?

Now. Nunia! You want this to be done, please.

It's in the very middle here.

I can see it.

Hey, toss me up there, Jed.

Let's try and make that island.

Go on with you. Hendrick, I order you to go to Peru.

Shut up.

Sit down.

If we can't make that island, we'll put on the spare tire in the morning.

Well, we shall have to wade ashore from the reef.

Does that mean we shall have to stay here all night? I'll have to damn it for

you.

Hey! Get some of those copper sacks or I'm going to take off my pants!

Hey, better take your skirt off to dry.

I won't.

Sure,

go on, play.

oh oh

She's up. Are you ready?

Mr. Wilson.

Do you have a banana?

Thank you.

Mr. Wilson.

Thank you for covering me up during the night.

You can talk till you're blue in the face, but I don't believe it. It was

awful there.

You're a liar.

You ever live three months on milk?

Wilson?

Wilson? Oh, there you are.

You're dashing in so informally. How do you do? When I heard that you were here,

I simply had to come. Wilson, thank you. Thank you. You've done a great and noble

thing. Here, now, now. Easy, man. That malaria's not out of your system yet.

Martha is right. There is so much good in the worst of us. I've misjudged you,

and I beg your forgiveness from the bottom of a very full heart. He is

feverish. I thought you were the worst of men, but you had my sister at your

mercy, and you spared her.

We see him in his true colors now at last, don't we, sir?

God bless and guard you.

Good night.

Oh, excuse me for dashing away so quickly, sir. My sister's not quite

hurt, sir. Thank you again.

Edward?

Didn't he call me, Edward?

What did Jack in the box mean?

He was thanking you because when you had her in your fire on that island... But

it was!

You respected the virtue of Miss Jones.

Me?

And her?

You and my Miss Jones.

Well, well. Yes, it's an insult. You can take it back.

Yes, it must be. Must be won now.

Yes.

I'd better get back.

I'd better stay and jump through.

And Owen and I thought that if you could ask him to come and dine with us...

That's why you sent her.

Well, I'm not further interested in that pilgrim progress, upward or downward, if

you'll excuse me. Yes, if he could just once see what home life could be like...

I've not seen Wilson since your brother met him at my house.

But I'll tell you right now, he'd fit into home life about as well as a

poor... You're prejudiced.

Prejudiced? Yes, I dare say I am. But nevertheless, he's worthless.

No one is entirely worthless.

And now, more than ever, we have an obligation to save him from himself.

I must be off now.

Oh, Mr. Grutter, you must have some tea.

Owen will be back from the hospital soon, and I baked some of those crumpets

we had last time you were here. Remember?

Yes, I do indeed.

But if you'll excuse me. Mr. Grutter, please, please help us.

Help me.

What can I do for that poor soul?

Well, from what I hear, all that he really needs is a bath.

I see it now. He refuses to come to us because he was ashamed.

Of what?

Of his appearance.

He couldn't very well come to dine with us without some decent clothes.

That's the Englishman in him, of course.

Of course.

Well, I must now go to my office.

Is Edward Wilson his real name?

Good afternoon.

Mr. Greuter?

Look here.

Miss George.

He's just a rolling stone.

And they gather no months.

Edward Wilson.

Well...

oh oh

You? Now what are you up to?

You metal Semitic, get out of my house!

House?

Robert thought you might not be offended if he lent you these clothes so that you

could come and dine with us. He did, did he? Well, I bet you put him up to it.

of the last thing you did to me. Do you imagine I'd ever have anything to do

with you?

Be quiet!

You two!

Did you step on something?

Mr. Wilson, time to infriendship demands plain speaking.

Robert and I count ourselves your friends. We consider that you need help.

And help you will be.

Whether you like it or not.

Now, let's have no more nonsense.

Disinfect that thoroughly.

Alcohol will do.

Wash yourself and put on those things.

And, Mr. Wilson, you have an even greater friend.

Don't you bring up that Contralor to me.

I was not speaking of the Contralor. I was speaking of God.

Oh, there you are. Dinner was at seven. I didn't want any of course, but you're

still all gone now, Steph.

Oliver, I should like some strong tea, please.

Martha.

Martha dear, what is it?

I'll thank you to leave me alone. Martha.

Owen, I'm sorry.

Mr. Jones.

Oh, Miss Jones. I have something to tell your brother.

Mr. Grotte, I have something to say to you.

You egged him on to drink by giving him all that money at once. Wilson, the

money was here and I had no right to it. You had a moral right and in future I

wanted exercise. What, Martha?

I apologize, dear.

Oh, so do I. Look here, Jones. Our honor's brought bad news.

There's typhoid on Juan Asombo Island.

Of epidemic proportions, I'm afraid.

Oh, dear God.

Owen, I'll pack for you.

Here, take these. I'll get my kit ready.

If it spreads to the other islands.

The enchanted isles of the eastern sea.

Smallpox, my first.

Collar, the next.

Jones, you may have to be ruthless inoculating those natives.

I appreciated the difficulties when I chose my life's work.

I beg your pardon.

Letting it close, Jones.

Put it at his comfort. Maybe they'll fit the next dummy that stops up here.

Wilson, get out.

Do you hear me? Get out.

I'm getting out or riding tomorrow's boat.

You know what?

I'm not going to be made a laughing stock of. Now look here, Wilson. Who's

been making a laughing stock of you?

That sister of yours.

She's got me developing a case of nerves. At the moment, there is nothing

of less importance than your nerves.

Be quiet. I point on one assemble and extremely serious. So long, Consular. I

shall miss your company, but you can't have everything. And what I want now is

peace. Peace comes from within.

You put a sock in there. I was brought up on that stuff. Mr.

Jones has always tried to help you. Oh, it is his duty, wasn't it? To a fellow

man, a fellow Englishman in distress, no more.

Now we have a duty for you.

I serve my time.

You're one of us here, and you're needed.

Leap into an epidemic?

Yeah. Now, see here, Wilson, these natives are going to have to be forced

to cooperate.

I could do with a man there, you know? Me? Yes. No,

he'd rather say sauce to the ear.

I don't think so.

After all, you are a man.

Aren't you?

Well, what about it?

I'll go. I'll go in my brother's place.

But you can't go alone.

Mr. Wilson is coming.

He can't go in the studies, you know.

Yes, I can go. Miss Jones is taking her brother's place.

Mr. Wilson, you're not drunk now?

No.

And you won't come?

With you?

No.

After all, there's no reason why you should come.

It is my job.

I can go.

Together. Better go.

Our headman, sir.

Ah, Brenty, Brenty. Foo.

Where is this headman, Albert, of yours? Wasn't he to meet us?

Yes, but I suppose he's busy with a fever in the village.

No, no. Stop, stop. My tummy.

Oh, but Hendricks, when I inoculated you against the typhoid, I told you that at

first it might make you a little feverish. You must go around.

That is an ancient monument over graves. In the old belief, a man's soul is in

his shadow. And if your shadow falls on graves, the dead come up alive.

Superstitious nonsense.

Jolan, Jolan.

much further now. I remember that prickly pear. I wouldn't mind if it

wasn't for me feet.

Look, Mr. Wilkins, there's the village down there. See?

Bang in the middle of a swamp.

I believe I know how Miss Nightingale must have felt when she landed in the

Crimea.

Inspired. I shall begin the inoculation at once.

Here, here.

Come back!

Come back!

I used to work and tell them to come back. English children.

Thank you!

Oh, here's Albert. Albert, tell your people to come back at once for their

inoculations. No, Nonya. Yes, but this fever is mine. No, Nonya, the fever is

your fault, they think.

Mine? And mine.

A punishment from heaven for deserting my father's gods for years.

Albert. You haven't reverted, have you?

It is better you would go back now.

That's what he was doing instead of meeting us.

They're in the starting air. We'd better take a walk the other way. You must stop

him. I beg your pardon. Leave him alone for the night. They're in a panic.

There's half the village dying in its tracks.

If they think their grandfather's idols are going to help them, you'd much

better let them. It's my duty to... Our duty is to shoot this stuff in their

arms. Can't you understand?

Their religion is just as sacred to them as yours is to you. It's idolatry.

Tell them to remove that thing. Will you kindly do as I ask? No.

And neither will you.

Are you going to follow my orders or are you not?

Yes, I'm not.

Indeed.

Take all that stuff off the table, everything else put it in the

dispensary. How much?

Come on with you.

I feel sick to it.

Shutting the arm sailors, you look at me fresh as a daisy.

This will fix you.

But Moon, you don't think I would never touch spirits to it. Ah, that's in my...

Put

your

miseries to sleep.

There's one gentleman in distress to another sergeant. I don't think I should

mention the fact that I sneaked him this medicine too.

Mr. Hunt.

I agree.

I'm talking with you all over again now, Bertie. You must realize the hate

that... I pray you'll leave us, Nellie.

Keen are beaten.

Are you crazy? You're leaving me alone. At last you were trying to upset the

apple cart like this.

These people are just really diseased, just in fright.

They're all smart and they'll run amok. Have you ever seen that? They'll

slaughter amok. They use knives.

They're really fierce at that, apparently.

I'm not afraid.

You talk very well, Mr. Wilson, but I must go my way and yours, I suppose.

That's you all over.

For the dogs, it's just plain humanity, so long as you can ride to your own

private upstairs in a first-class coach.

You've been drinking.

Honestly, only one.

Oh, Mr.

Wilson. Stop sniveling, and this time you stay inside till I say you can take

the air.

Why? Because you need to be taken care of.

Oh, you just did take care of. For the sake of my own neck, not yours. Now you.

Hit the hay. What?

It's an American expression. It means you go to bed.

It is expressive.

Yeah. Good night.

One more peep out of you, my girl, and I'll spank you.

You can't sit down.

Popped into the frying pan and she never turned a hair.

You feel better?

Feel extraordinary.

Funny woman.

Sergeant, you better sleep in the dispensary tonight.

Dynamite around here might go off.

My goodness!

Mr. Wilson, you'll get wet through.

Oh, I'm used to it.

Many a night in the beach, rolling stone like me, you know.

Oh, stop trolling. Do come in. Have a cup of tea.

Have a tea?

Do take your wet coat off and

sit down.

It's just on the ball.

I can't offer you milk, I'm afraid.

I never was much of a one for milk in my tea.

It spoils the flavour. What's the point of tea if you can't taste the tea?

That's just how I feel.

Oh, we mustn't catch cold, must we?

Oh, where did I put those towels?

I should have thanked you for being so nasty to me tonight.

You rather frightened me. Did I? Yes, he was so commanding.

Oh, your fault. Yes, sir.

Any of your thoughts, Mr. Wilkins?

Just thinking, it's rather swank sitting down to tea in this godforsaken spot.

Oh, it's not godforsaken here, Mr. Wilkins. I know that now.

Uh, would you mind if I smelled?

No.

When I come to think of it, you missionaries do a lot more good than you

get credit for.

I'll bet he's not such a bad fella when you get to know him.

Yes, that's true. I hope you like this.

He'll look fine.

This old thing, I meant tea.

Would you mind if I told you something, Miss Jones?

Then I'd like to tell you the reason I had such a chicken.

Wilton, you're here.

Help me. My child is sick. I'm so afraid.

Give her to me.

If Ananya was bad medicine an hour ago, isn't she now?

Maybe it is different for babies.

It's all right. We'll look after your kid.

Stop training.

Yes, I know.

What is it, typhoid? It may be.

Difficult to make the Rosrush diagnosis on such dark skin.

What are you going to do?

Inject serum.

Martin, that's tough.

Will you wash your hands, please?

Yes, please, she should die after a shot of that. She's a headman's daughter.

They asked and killed her.

It'd be sticky for her, you know.

Will you wash your hands, please?

Ah, it's all right, soldier. Of course it hurts.

I had a tooth out once and yelled so hard it rang the church bells a mile

away. She doesn't understand English.

What? Oh, it's never the words. It's the way you see them. You have such a gift

for language, Mr. Wolfman.

I wish I had. Oh, I don't know so much about that.

If you'll follow me, we both did pretty well in that court. Here, here, can I

help you? That was all the fault of the Contralor, egging you on. Now, now, now,

now, Mr. Groyd isn't alone there, that's all.

Give me my child!

Give me my child! Give me my child!

Hey! Look here, the nunya's trying to make her well.

She will kill her. Don't be an asshole, but she's a brave woman to try and save

her. Knowing that if she did die now, those monkeys of yours would blame us

and run wild. Hey, I could kill you and a few more with this pea shooter, and

then what? You'd get us in the end? Give me my child.

She's better off here.

You'll get back to where you came from.

You have spoken, Tuan.

You can shoot only a few of us and then you are finished.

They look like a lot of kids playing games.

Did your brother ever march around the house walloping a drum?

I did.

I'm sorry I got you into this.

Blasted woman's place is in the home.

I say, don't you start laughing at me now.

Oh, I never have, Mr. Wilkins.

I never thought you were laughing so.

I'd have been used to that. I was the fat boy at school.

Used to call me Jack Sprat.

Jack Sprat could eat no fat. His wife could eat no lean.

I mean, I didn't mean... It's all right. They'd keep the platter clean anyway.

He does have to think of expenses, I suppose.

Let me tell you, that argument that two can live as cheaply as one so much

twaddle. I'm not prepared to admit that, Mr. Wilson. It's a question of household

management. Yes, with a manager getting all the salary.

Does that mean you've been married? What? Me? Married? What's the matter

with it?

Everything. How do you know if you've never been there? You've only got to

look at the papers.

Any change?

There ought to be soon.

One way or the other.

Where do you come from in England?

Kent.

I come from Buxton.

I'd like to tell you something.

I started to tell you once before the scene. It's the reason

I

carried Mr. Chip on my shoulder about your preaching.

Give me a hand.

See, at home in England, I wanted to marry the local barmaid and become the

landlord of the Fox and Rabbit Inn.

Father and I had quite a scene.

See... My father was the vicar of Little Hazard.

Bugs.

Who?

My father drank himself to death.

Oh, yes, they're both looking ten years younger.

Yes,

God moves in his mysterious way, his wonders to perform. Of course, my sister

is a very determined woman.

I doubt whether after that night with her on the island, Edward ever had a

chance.

I suppose a woman scorned is a vessel of wrath.

They are both sailing home for their honeymoon.

To England.

9,000 miles away.

Well, that's one for a box and rabbit.

Allow us to drink with me, landlord.

Thank you, sir, no.

Never touch it. Right-o.

Good night, sir. Good night, Mr. Taylor.

Good night, Mr. Robinson.

Good night, sir.

Good night, madam. Good night, ladies. Good night, sir. Good night, Mr.

Wilson. Good night, Sir John. Hope the ground's not too hard for housing. Thank

you.

Good night.

Helen, I don't like my girls to be familiar with the customers.

Josephine, hurry up with the... the glasses. We mustn't waste the electric

light.

Most tiring but a prosperous day.

Martha, isn't that dress of yours cut a bit on the low side? It's all right, you

know.

That's no laughing matter.

You're tired, dear.

Good night, Helen.

Good night, Josephine. Good night, sir.

Oh, that's sort of bad.

Goodbye.