All language subtitles for Hell of Borneo

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[GUNS FIRING]

[SPEAKING FORIEGN LANGUAGE]

[GUNS FIRING]

Mr. Jim?

Mr. Jim?

-Gun.

Gun.

-Gun.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[CARS HONKING]

-How many hurt?

-Four.

We'll take them back

-Get them to the infirmary.

I'll call the doctor
and Captain Madel.

-Get ready to contact Zampo.

No.

Help.

Infirmary, Tatoy.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-Message.

Commanding officer,
constabulary headquarters.

Full raid discloses
large shipment.

Arms, ammunitions, my district.

Origin of weapons reveals--
what's the matter?

-We're getting interference.

-Well, can you fix it?

It's important.

-Maybe it's the [INAUDIBLE].

I'll check it.

-Beautiful.

Christmas present?

-Get out.

-I just got here.

-Get out.

-(SHOUTING) Idiot!

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-Jojo, get her at full
speed up river fast.

Get ready to jump.

-Pull up close to "The King."

-Try to look busy.

Move about.

-If they ever find out that we
have two boats that look like,

we'll be in a lot of trouble.

-Yes sir, captain.

-Cheer up.

We'll make it.

-Looks like we have company.

Play dumb.

Well, hello lieutenant.

Out for an evening joy ride?

-I guess you know
why we're here.

-Yes, yes, of course.

Be my guest.

-Search the boat.

-Nothing but sea
shells, lieutenant.

Show them around, Jojo.

-Yes sir, captain.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-You see, lieutenant, just like
I said, nothing but sea shells.

Excellent business.

Buttons, you know.

Why, do you realize how
many people in this world

would be stranded without
buttons, lieutenant.

You know, I take my
word as a sacred trust.

Like I always say, those
buttons must go through.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-I suppose you think
you're quite clever.

One of these days,
I'm going to catch you

with a load of
untaxed cigarettes.

Or perfume, or maybe
something worse.

And that will be the end of it.

Your smuggling days will
have come to abrupt end.

-Ah, I'm sorry I couldn't
accommodate you, lieutenant.

I could send you
a set of buttons.

You're welcome back
anytime, lieutenant.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-[INAUDIBLE], daddy.

-How you doin', tall boy?

-(SHOUTING) Break it up here!

Knock it off!

-[INAUDIBLE]

-That one?

All right, all right, all right.

Knock it off here.

Knock it off.

Knock it off.

Get out.

Get out.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-(SHOUTING) Johnny!

Lover!

-Hey, Tiki.

Take it easy.

-Where've you been?

I thought you were proud of me.

-Just a little business.

-Come on, baby.

Buy me a drink.

-You guys get out, sober up.

-Double scotch on the rocks.

What will you have, honey?

-Same.

Make it strong.

-Double scotch on the rocks.

Here's your 20, Teresa.

Next time, collect first.

-OK, Johnny, tell me.

You got another girl, huh?

How come I don't
see you for so long?

-Business.

Big business, honey.

Yeah.

-But this time
you stay home, hm?

-For a while.

-Your paying, daddy.

-Thanks.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Jack.

This is for the boys.

The drinks and the girls.

Got it?

If they use up that
much, kick them out, OK?

-Right.

-Oh, Johnny, now I know
I missed you so much.

-Yeah, now I know, too.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Mr. Dirkson?

-Yeah, what can I do for you?

-I represent Mr. Belltower.

My name is Jorgens.

-That's nice.

Have a drink.

-I don't think you understand.

-Sure, I do.

Hey, get him, girl.

-I'm here to deliver a message.

Mr. Belltower is
the gentleman who

inquired about you
through a mutual friend.

-That's nice

-Mr. Belltower wishes
to see you soon.

Tonight.

That's fine.

-Can't you see, friend, I
have a prior engagement.

-But Mr. Dirkson--

-Besides, you know, I don't
cotton messenger boys.

This guy wants to see me, tell
him to come and see me himself.

-He's outside in a car now.

If you would just
step out for a moment.

-Hey, what's wrong
with right here?

-Mr. Belltower says to
tell you it's important.

He mentioned El Dorado.

You'd understand.

I'll see you later, honey.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Hi, boss.

-Hi, Jojo.

-Hey, Teresa.

Hey.

Am big tonight?

-Yes, I'm big tonight?

-Well, Mr. Dirkson,
this is a pleasure.

You're that rare breed--
the rugged individualist.

Since all my attempts to entice
you to come to me have failed,

like Muhammad, I have
come to the mountain.

-OK, here I am.

What can I do for you?

-Right to the point, eh?

-That's it.

Man mentioned something
about El Dorado.

-Yes, that's part of it.

-Oh?

-Well, let's not rush it,
shall we, Mr. Dirkson?

As a matter of fact, I wanted
to invite you to a little party

tonight.

-Sorry, I'm tied up tonight.

-You won't regret
it, Mr. Dirkon.

Or are you so indifferent
to your own best interest?

I have something that I
think you'll want very much.

A million dollars, Mr. Dirkson?

-Million?

-Shall I send my car to
pick you up at your hotel

in, say, about an hour?

-I'd say in about an hour.

-Happy birthday, darling.

-Daddy, they're beautiful.

Thank you.

Mr. Dirkson must be
quite a remarkable man.

He certainly has
you all in a tissy.

-Marjorie, my little vampire.

Dirkson is not one of your
momentary toy soldiers

to be wound up and
then thrown away again.

-Don't worry, I'm
just fascinated.

He and I've got some
business to discuss,

so I don't want you
tampering with the success

of that outcome.

-Why all this fuss about
one little plantation

on some god-forsaken
part of the world?

-It isn't one little plantation.

It's a complex of
diversified products.

Copra, coffee, ruda.

It covers a large, island.

And that god-forsaken part
of the world, as you call it,

is in the heart of lush,
rich Southeast Asia.

Turbulent and violent, but still
an empire of raw materials.

And I am going to be
part of that empire.

Dirkson is going to help
me in that noble endeavor.

-Sounds very exciting.

-Tis, my pet.

Ah, here he is.

You'll excuse me a minute.

Mr. Dirkson.

I am glad you came.

-Why?

Did you think I wouldn't?

-I wasn't quite sure.

Um, what'll you have?

-Just who are you, Belltower?

What is your game?

-(LAUGHING) An
interesting question.

-Financier.

Adventurer.

-Gambler.

And I put all my stakes
on Southeast Asia.

Your father was like
that, wasn't he?

Oh, don't be surprised.

I know all about him.

Sit down.

Henry Dirkson.

Corporal United States Army.

Discharged Manilla, 1916.

1917, 1918--
whereabouts unknown.

1919, he suddenly and
rather dramatically

shows up at the court of
the sultan Muhammad Khan.

What's more, he's a
favor to the old man.

In return, this
brash Yankee soldier

is made a gift-- a whole lush,
big island close to Borneo,

as yet untouched and unclaimed
by any colonial power.

How unusual it is to
own a piece of land

that no government or
nation has any claim to.

El Dorado fascinates me.

I need it.

I want it.

-You've got the
wrong, Belltower.

You want to talk to my brother.

-I've already
approached your brother

with a very generous offer.

He said the decision
was entirely yours.

-$1 million.

20 million coconuts.

You must have a real love
for coconuts, Belltower.

-(LAUGHING) Yes,
I love coconuts.

And Freedom, Mr. Dirkson.

I'm fascinated with the
prospect of being my own law,

unaccountable to
any man or nation.

-Mmhmm.

You know, That's.

Just what I thought.

You know, my brother
probably thinks

that if it's worth
all that money to you,

it would be worth a lot
more to someone else.

-Well, of course, he's right.

But I venture to say that
the future of your island

is somewhat precarious.

And I'm sure you'll
admit that there are

a great many
countries that would

be delighted to annex El Dorado.

Well, I suppose they'd have
much quibble about taking it

by force.

-What about you?

What would make
it so much easier

for you to hold
off such a force?

-Two things.

I have enormous ambition,
and a lot of money.

That's said, it's a risk
that I can afford to take.

Now can I count on your
seeing your brother?

-I'll talk to him.

-Good.

Let's join the party, shall we?

-Let's get one thing straight.

The Decision is strictly his.

-Oh, uh, by the way.

Are you taking your boat south?

-Possibly.

Why?

-Well, I have a number
of surplus track engines

that I want to sell
to a man in Indonesia.

I'd like him to get them
as soon as possible.

-Well, I've got a
couple boats going down

the first thing in the morning.

We won't be going down quite
as far as Indonesia, though.

-No problem.

I'll arrange for him to
pick them up in El Dorado--

if you've no objection.

-No.

No, that's OK.

-Good.

-Oh, Mr. Dirkson, I'd like you
to meet one of my associates.

Uh, Your Highness.

-Ah, Mr. Belltower.

-My apologies.

Allow me to present Mr. Dirkson.

We've been in conference.

Mr. Dirkson, this is a
business associate of mine,

His Highness Prince Ali Hakim.

-Charmed, Mr. Dirkson.

I assume you are related to the
esteemed family of El Dorado?

-Mr. Dirkson is the
brother of James Dirkson.

-How interesting.

Certainly, I hope you are more
sensible than your brother.

-What does that mean?

Simply that destiny is
destiny, my dear fellow.

-There are the sheep of this
world, and the wolves also.

Those who wait to
see what happens,

and those that make it happen.

We intend to make things happen.

Your charming island
is important to us.

But your brother
is a stubborn man.

-Oh, come now, Your Highness.

We can't discuss
this some other time?

-No, let him go on.

I'd like to hear
what's in store for me.

-It's very simple.

Sooner or later, El
Dorado will be ours.

-Now there is a simple and
profitable way of doing things,

or a more dramatic
and explosive way.

We have handled long
enough with your brother,

and our patience is running out.

-You know something, Belltower?

Your fat friend just
said the wrong thing.

Now I can't say whether or
not my brother will sell,

but I'll tell you this--
the price just went up.

Exactly double.

-Now Mr. Dirkson.

-I wouldn't say any
more if I were you.

You know, this could be a
very expensive conversation.

-Mr. Dirkson is quite right.

Your Highness, I
think you said enough.

-Hello, everyone.

-Ah, Marjorie.

Mr. Dirkson, allow me to
present my daughter, Marjorie.

Mr. Dirkson, I'm very jealous.

I was under the impression this
party was given in my honor,

but it seems our guests
are gravitating toward you.

-I'm sorry, Ms. Belltower.

If I--

-Marjorie.

And you should be sorry.

-(LAUGHING) You're
quite right, Marjorie.

Now while you exact
tribute from Mr. Dirkson,

I remember that I have
some business to attend to.

Why don't you come
with me, Your Highness.

Excuse us, won't you.

-You know we have
a beautiful garden.

-I'd like to see it.

-Do you usually
come to the rescue?

-Hm, not usually.

I'm a [INAUDIBLE].

-Oh.

Was there one?

-Mmhmm.

It seemed an easy
way to meet you.

I must say, Mr. Dirkson,
the way you look at me,

I'm not sure which one of us is
more fascinated by the other.

-Well, you'll have to
forgive me because I'm

used to sort of sizing up a
man or a woman up at a glance.

-And how do you size me?

-Oh, all woman.

-Nothing more?

-Does there have to
be anything more?

You're beautiful, rich.

I think you've got
too much as it is.

-Oh, sir.

I was hoping daddy would
give you to me for Christmas.

John Dirkson, tell
me about yourself.

-Why, hasn't your
father told you?

-No, not exactly.

Oh, I don't mean the
simple cut and dry facts.

I know about your
family and the island,

and I know that you're
strange, but fascinating.

-Oh, did you tell you all that?

-No.

I see it, and I feel it.

I feel that you're
different from other men.

-Maybe.

I better warn you, I'm
just passing through.

I came from nowhere.

I'm headed for the same place.

I play for keeps only for now.

Tomorrow morning, I could
forget all about it.

-You play my game.

What are you waiting for?

-I'd like to find out
everything about you.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

-Mr. Dirkson?

-Operator, I'd like to send
a straight wire to Kamboanga.

-Hey, Jojo.

Hey.

C'mon, on your feet.

Hey.

Jojo.

Hurry.

-Come on.

On your feet.

Wake up.

-OK, skipper.

Already in ship shape.

-There will be a couple
truckloads of crate.

Put them on the Kopete.

Fill up the fuel tanks
and get under way.

I want you to try to
be out of here by noon.

-Where to?

-El Dorado.

-El Dorado?

Hey!

No kidding?

-That's right.

-I guess Mr. Jim should
be glad to see us again.

-I'm afraid not, Jojo.

He's dead.

I'm going ahead by plane.

I don't want you wasting
any time on the way.

I'll see you there
in about three days.

-Or maybe sooner.

-OK.

Good luck.

-Mr. Dirkson?

Don't you remember Pepi?

-Pepi?

Oh.

Yeah, Pepi.

You've gained a little weight.

-I got married, and my
wife is a wonderful cook.

-And I am, uh, Captain Model,
Philippine constabulary.

-Glad to know you, captain.

Oh, you were the one who
sent the wire, weren't you?

-Yes.

Oh, I've got a jeep here.

Do you have any
baggage, Mr. Dirkson?

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-Just how did this happen?

-The last one two years.

Many times but it's failed.

We fight them off.

Then the other
day, it's the same.

We catch a bunch of pirates who
come with guns and ammunitions.

When we get back
to the compound,

Jim runs into shack
to wire Captain Model.

But something was
wrong with the radio,

so the operator steps
outside to fix it.

When he comes back, he
sees your brother dead.

-Did you get the
guys who did it?

-We tried.

-Tried?

How about you, Captain?

You're supposed to be
the law around here.

-In the Philippines, yes.

But you forget, technically,
your family's island

is not part of the Philippines.

We can assist unofficially.

And of course, we
are sympathetic.

-Sympathetic.

That didn't help my brother
much, did it, your sympathy?

-Believe me, Mr. Dirkson,
we are just as concerned

as you are about
this whole business.

In recent years, some
international adventures

have been stirring up trouble
all over Southeast Asia.

Terrorisms, bombings,
many times under the guise

of revolution, and frequently
involving communists.

They even use some of our own
people to gain their own ends.

We'd like to know what
those ends might be,

and I think you can help us.

-Look, Captain, let's
get this straight.

I came down here because
of my brother's death.

Now if I could help get
the guys who did it, fine.

But as far as
politics is concerned,

that's strictly out of my line.

-Sorry.

I think I'll drop by El
Dorado in a couple of days,

if you don't mind.

-No, I don't mind.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-I'm glad your back Mr. Dirkson.

With your brother gone, you will
still run the plantation now?

-Pepi, the plantation
was never for me.

Now that Jim's gone, I'm afraid
I won't stick around too long.

-El Dorado, it's yours, just
like it was your father's.

You just can't leave that.

-Mr. Dirkson has just arrived.

Let him collect his thoughts.

-I'm sorry.

-I understand, Pepi.

-Your boat is
loading supplies now.

Will leave in the morning.

I'll arrange a room for you.

Excuse me.

-Hey, you're back.

You're back.

You're back.

-Hey, hold on, young lady.

-You're back.

-I think-- I think you've got
me mistaken for someone else.

-Don't you remember me?

-Well, it's not that
I don't remember,

it's that I'm not exactly sure.

-Maria.

-Maria?

-Maria Vargas.

-Maria?

Maria Vargas?

Vargas.

Why, sure I rem--
the Vargas family.

MARIA: Yeah.

-Well, I'll be.

Why, of course I remember.

But I remember two small
boys and a skinny little girl

in pigtails.

-I am the girl.

-Yeah, I can see
that, all right.

How in the heck did
you grow up so fast?

-Then you remember.

-Well, of course I remember,
but not quite like this.

What are you doing here?

-I brought some medical
supplies for the infirmary.

-Medical supplies?

-Mmhmm.

I'm the nurse of El Dorado.

-Oh, is that right?

-Yes.

I will go there tomorrow.

Mr. Jim arranged that I
should go to the island

every two wees to
work at the infirmary.

Always, I brought
something-- cookies, cakes.

And many times, we talked about
you and when you would return.

Now you are back.

I can only bring him flowers.

He can no longer here me.

-Yeah, we'll both
miss him, Maria.

Well, I guess I'll get
on back to the hotel.

-Hotel?

No, you must stay at my house.

Hotel.

-Maria, I'll come out
first thing in the morning.

See ya then.

-No, we always expect
you to stay with us.

Besides, Juan and Pepi would
be happy to see you again.

-Look, I still think it's going
to be too much trouble, Maria.

-No more talking.

We go.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-Which is which?

-The three in front,
Tatoy and Juan.

-Tatoy?

-And this other boy,
I sort of adopted

him after his mother died.

She was a very close
friend of mine.

His father was from Brooklyn.

He can't talk, and I'm
trying to teach him how.

-Hello, Pepi.

How are ya?

Hello Juan.

Hello Tatoy.

-He's very shy to strangers.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-This is our ducks.

[DUCKS QUACKING]

-Come into our house?

-Yes.

-Tio, you want to
play with the ducks?

-They're so proud of them.

-Come on.

-We have many, many ducks.

Looks like you have thousands.

-No, no, but many.

Thanks Mr. Dirkson for the help.

[DUCKS QUACKING]

[BOY MAKING QUACKING NOISE]

-Boys, feeding time.

[BOYS MAKING QUACKING NOISE]

-Quack, quack?

It's all about Tatoy.

They just love to watch
him imitate the ducks.

[BOYS MAKING QUACKING NOISE]

-(SINGING) Quack, quack.

Quack, quack.

Here a quack, there a
quack, everywhere a quack.

Everywhere I quack,
quack [INAUDIBLE]

So I went out to see
what was going on.

They kept a little [INAUDIBLE]
in the middle of the flock.

And the duck did a dance
I never saw before.

He did the right-foot
waddle, quack, quack.

The right-foot
waddle, quack, quack.

He waddled to the left
and waddled to the right,

flapping his wings and
quacking all night.

[INAUDIBLE] tail feather,
everybody get together.

Quack, quack.

Quack, quack.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHEERING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Ah, you like fish?

Real big fish here.

I see you if you like.

Any kind of fish.

Big one, small one,
any kind of fish.

You like?

I been fisherman here
for many, many years.

We have many fish here.

Any kind of fish.

Big ones, small ones.

Any kind of fish.

Hey, you, c'mon, buy fish.

I see the big one.

-Tio?

MARIA: Tio?

-What happened?

-Think I just bought some fish.

-Thanks.

Thanks for the lift.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-There are many
troubles in the sea.

We never know which
one are the pirates.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Who do you suppose they are?

-Well, they look like fishermen.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Well, [INAUDIBLE], El Dorado.

I have a jeep waiting for us.

-Yeah.

[FOG HORN BLOWING]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-Pepi?

-Yes sir?

-Whose airplane?

-I don't know, sir.

-[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-He says they came earlier.

Three of them.

They claim to be
friends of yours.

-Friends of mine?

-Yeah, and one was
a girl with the hair

the color of this
silver and gold.

[LAUGHING]

[CAR HORN HONKING]

-[SPEAKING BROKEN LANGUAGE] No.

Goat.

Follow.

Follow the jeep.

MR. BELLTOWER: Ah, Mr. Dirkson.

I must apologize for dropping
in unannounced like this.

-I must admit, it
is quite a surprise.

-You can blame me.

I made him detour so we
could drop by and see you.

-I hope this isn't,
uh, an inconvenience.

-No, it's all right.

-Maria.

Ms. Vargas?

Belltower and his
daughter, Marjorie.

-Ms. Vargas.

-How do you do?

Hello.

-Delighted.

Maria?

-Yes.

-Shall we?

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-Ms. Vargas, His Highness,
Prince Ali Hakim.

-Charmed.

-Senor Juan.

Welcome home.

-Juriah, it's sure
good to see you.

-Tio, would you excuse me?

I have something
to take care of.

-I still can't understand why
a man like you would be leave

all this for a less secure life.

-You said that before.

-A pleasant enough house.

But of course, I'd make a
few changes here and there.

But altogether, I bless it.

-Juriah will take care
of any of your needs.

-Your Highness, for the last
time, watch your tongue.

I can't have my plans ruined
by your blundering remarks.

-May I fix you
gentlemen a drink?

I think I'll have one.

Or two.

Or three.

-All present and accounted for.

The Dirksons-- mother,
father, and sons.

All but one underground.

-Tio, you must not be bitter.

It was their home.

Your home.

-Home?

This damned island
just killed my mother

and father, and now my brother.

Well, it's not going to
kill me, I tell you that.

-What will you do?

I don't know, Maria.

I'll just have to
think things out.

-Your brother loved you so much.

Like your mother and
father, you must-- well,

I'll go and check
the infirmary now.

-I'll see you at dinner.

-Stand guard near the generator.

Double the guard at the gate.

-[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

--[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
Welcome to, my brother.

-What are you doing here?

-Why, I'm here to
welcome El Dorado's

lord and master, like a brother.

-Half-brother.

-I have the feeling you
are not glad to see me.

-You're right, I'm
not glad to see you.

My father tolerated you,
but I don't intend to.

I don't trust you, Ahmed,
and I don't like you.

-What a pity.

Your departed brother
and I became quite close.

-In a pig's eye, I'll bet.

-Why do you dislike me so?

I am everybody's friend.

-Yeah, you said it.

I remember when the
Japs were crawling

all over these islands, You.

Were their friend, too.

OK, so the war is ancient
history, but on this island,

you are out of bounds.

-I should say
[INAUDIBLE] I regret

if I will have offended you.

A thousand pardons.

-Who was that strange fella?

-A local character.

Used to cause some
trouble around here.

-Oh, there you are.

I thought you deserted me.

I hope you're all finished
with your business,

because I think
it's high time we

all had a nice,
tall, cold drink.

-How long have you
been here as a nurse?

-Almost three years.

-Such a beautiful nurse.

I hope you stay with
us when we take over.

-Ms. Vargas, I was
hoping we would

have the pleasure
of seeing you again.

-Hello.

-Everything all right
at the infirmary?

-Yes, uncle.

We have a compete supply.

-Good.

-Uncle?

I didn't know you
two were related.

-Well, not exactly.

We're just old friends.

-How nice.

We're old friends, too,
aren't we, darling?

-What do you have to drink?

-Orange, please.

-Good idea.

With gin or vodka?

No, just orange.

-I'll have some orange, too.

-Gin, darling?

[GUNSHOT]

-Get back to the house quick.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-What was that, Mr. Dirkson?

Some kind of a prank?

-No, just a little target
practice with your cocktails.

Are you still crazy
enough to want the place?

-I know what you mean,
but I'm a man of my word.

The offer still stands.

-You better get in the house.

-Are you all right, dear?

-You better get inside.

I'm sorry, but under
the circumstances,

I'm afraid you're going to
have to stay in the house.

We may have trouble tonight.

-Uncle John, I think we should
call a nurse for your niece.

But then again, she is
the nurse, isn't she?

-I'll get the infirmary.

-OK.

-Anyone hurt?

-No, but you get that
man, and make it fast.

-We will try.

-Try?

Try won't be good enough.

Get him.
Do you hear me?

-Yes sir.

PEPI: Mr. Dirkson?

I suggest you wear this.

It's a good idea.

C'mon.

[BOY MAKING NOISES]

-How'd that boy lose his voice?

When he was nine years old,
the pirates burned the house.

His mothers and fathers and
four brothers and sisters

were burned alive.

The doctor says it was that.

-Mr. Dirkson?

-I got him, Mr. Dirkson.

-Are you sure it's the same one?

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-They track him for two hours.

He come down tree.

They saw him.

-I understand the
language, Pepi.

-Why did you bring him
here if he was dead?

-Mr. Dirkson said bring
him back no matter what.

-OK, OK.

You men did fine.

Just get rid of him.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-They caught him.

When I see that
hot-headed fool Ahmed,

I'll give him a
piece of my mind.

-Ahmed is one of my best men.

It was just an error, I'm sure.

-Error?

If Dirkson is killed,
it'll be his last tether?

I must keep Dirkson
alive to negotiate.

-Oh, your orders
have been given,

and they will be followed.

[WOMAN SINGING]

-Oo, I'm a white tornado.

-What is it?

-I'll take care of it.

Keep your men at their stations.

-Hi.

-I told everyone specifically
to stay in the house.

-I'm taking a bath.

I always take a bath
before I go to sleep.

I like to be clean.

-All right, come on out.

-Come on in, uncle.

Feel.

The water's great.

-Ms. Belltower, that'll
be quite enough.

-But I haven't
scrubbed my back yet.

Why don't you come
in and scrub my back?

-Very funny.

C'mon, now give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

[LAUGHING]

-Look, Marjorie,
this is no joke.

All hell is liable to break
loose here any minute.

Come on out.

-My goodness, uncle tio.

You're so proper.

-Come on, get out.

-All right, c'mon.

Move.

-Well, thanks a
lot, Sir Galahad.

Don't I get to ride?

-All right, get in the house.

[YELPING]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-Inside.

-You didn't exactly
finish the job.

-Oh, what job?

-Tucking me

-There will be no tucking
tonight, Cleopatra.

Inside.

-All right, look.

Book.

-Book.

-Book.

-Now you can write "book."

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[PLAYING PIANO]

[SINGING]

[PLAYING PIANO AND SINGING]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOTS]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[GUNSHOTS]

-What's happening out there?

-I don't know.

It's probably one of
their crazy feuds.

Keep away from the windows.

Why don't you go to bed?

-Where's Johnny?

-You've had quite
enough of that.

Marjorie, go to bed.

[GUNSHOTS]

[SHOUTING]

-What-- what are
you doing in here?

-G-g-grenade.

Grenade.

-You better get over
to the infirmary.

-Yes.

Yes.

[GUNSHOTS]

[SHOUTING]

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

-That sounds like it's
from the infirmary.

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

-Get them retreating.

[WINDOW BREAKING]

-Maria?

[GUNSHOTS]

[WOMAN SOBBING]

-I think Mr. Dirkson will be
at his turning point soon.

If he has a sufficiently
uncomfortable night,

he will be quite willing
to sell by morning.

[GUNSHOTS]

[MAKING A BIRD CALL]

-That's Ahmed's signal.

I will go see what he wants.

-No.

I will see what he wants.

[GUNSHOTS]

[MAKING A BIRD CALL]

[WHISTLING]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-You must be more careful.

That stupid fool who fired
at us was brought in.

-That stupid fool was dead, sir.

-Yes, I see.

Excellent.

Well, from the sound of it, you
have accomplished a great deal.

-The price was high, if any.

We've lost many men.

Never mind.

We'll beat Dirkson to his
knees until he whimpers.

-Not without more
guns and ammunition.

And the payment of the second
installment is overdue.

-You are without ammunition?

-Almost.

-Ammunition will be
arriving tomorrow.

I'll see that you get it.

Now go, and withdraw your
men as so you had ammunition.

-Oh, yes, yes.

The money.

The payment--

-That has nothing to do with me.

Prince Ali Hakim will
take care of that.

Now go.

[GUNSHOTS]

-[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-John?

Are you all right?

-Yes.

I'm all right.

-My god, what's happening?

All that shooting.

-Just what do you
think happened?

-Marjorie.

-This is a disgrace.

Don't these bandits know that
a person who is of my station

is here?

-Well, I guess
not, Your Highness.

But you don't have
to worry about it,

because you'll all have to
be out of here by morning.

I can't be responsible for
anything that might happen.

-Why, yes.

Yes, of course.

But what about our
business, Dirkson?

I should think after
all this, you'll

be glad to get this
place off your hands.

-I guess you would at that.

-I'll tell you
something, Belltower.

I'm a very funny man.

I don't like being pushed.

I have a strange
habit of pushing back.

There will be
transportation to take you

to your plane first
thing in the morning.

Now if you'll excuse me.

-Dirkson, if you don't mind, I'd
like to wait for my shipment.

When are your boats due in?

-Sometime tomorrow afternoon.

Do you have a copy
of the manifest?

-Why, yes, yes, but it
must be in my office.

Although I am sure there's
a copy with the cargo.

Good.

I'll, uh--

PEPI: Mr. Dirkson?

-This one is still kicking.

I think we can
loosen his tongue.

-Ask him who killed my brother.

-[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

--[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
Ahmed.

-Tomorrow morning, we
take this island apart.

Every stone, tree, and bush.

I want Ahmed and his cutthroats,
and we better find them.

I don't care if we have to
burn this whole damn place

to the ground to do it.

Clean this up for me.

-We've got to move fast.

If Dirkson discovers those
crates of guns aboard his ship,

he'll soon figure
out our part in this.

-But what can we do?

-We-- we've to find Ahmed
before Dirkson does,

or we're finished.

-But where?

-We must find him.

Tonight.

At once.

I've got to formulate new plans.

[AIRPLANE FLYING OVERHEAD]

-Marjorie.

Marjorie.

Where'd your father
and Prince Ali go?

-What do you mean, "go"?

-They just took off
in the airplane.

-Why should I know?

Maybe they just wanted to go
sight-seeing or something.

What's that?

-"Darling, sorry I have
some business to attend to.

I'll be back this afternoon.

Love, Dad."

-Good night.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[GUNS BEING COCKED]

-Morning, men.

-Good morning, Mr. Dirkson.

-Everybody here?

-Yes sir.

-I want every hut and possible
hiding place searched.

All right, get them loaded.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-Did you find?

-Nothing, but there are lots of
men missing along with Ahmed.

-So El Dorado shots
are living, huh?

-Do you remember who they are?

-Most of them.

-When they come back,
we'll give them a visit.

-My boats from Manila
are being raided.

-What?

-Did you find Ahmed?

-Now, and if I
don't miss my guess,

that's why we weren't
able to find him.

Is the other truck back yet?

-No, sir.

-Well, just as soon
as it gets back,

get the men over at
the fishing village

and into boats as
fast as possible.

And bring all the guns
you can get your hands on.

I'll go on ahead.

-Yes, sir.
[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-C'mon, let's get this boat in.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-Lasom, Jangboi, get
these boats to the island.

-Bring them on.

-The crew was all dead.

Abenah has enough
guns and ammunition

to start a small war.

They let down their
sails for disguise.

Fire at the boxes.

Many are filled with ammunition.

Pepi, cut in on the south
end of their landing.

I'll take the rest of the
men and cut in on the north.

Now we're going to have to get
there before they have chance

to distribute the
guns and ammunition.

Now we're going to move fast.

All right, let's go.

[SHOUTING]

-As soon as those
arms are distributed,

we must get the plantation
before Dirkson gets suspicious.

-Belltower, the plane will
be ready at your command.

-Hurry and get those
guns to your men.

-Get up.

Pick it up.

Pick it up.

Get out of here.

C'mon.

You clumsy ox, you.

Get a move on.

Get out of here.

Come on.

-Mr. Belltower.

Dirkson's boats. what do
you mean, Dirkson's boats?

-I'm afraid they saw us.

They're following.

-Well, unpack those guns,
and get them to your men

as quickly as possible.

You, get these men working.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-C'mon, get a move on.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-Mr. Belltower?

-Well, what is it now?

Get those guns to your men?

-It's no use.

These guns of yours
are packed in grease.

It will take hours for
my men to clean them.

-(SHOUTING) Ali,
you-- Ali, you idiot.

Didn't you check those guns
before you shipped them?

-I thought I--

-As usual, you didn't.

-Ahmed, find the
ammunition for our guns.

And you, get moving.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[GUNSHOTS]

-Ahmed, come here, you
damned [INAUDIBLE].

Come here.

Ahmed.

Ahmed, our whole plan is
shot if Dirkson suspects me.

I must get back
to the plantation.

You hold him off, and I
promise I'll pay you well.

-OK.

[GUNSHOTS]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[GUNSHOTS]

-Kill him, boss.

[GUNSHOTS]

-Ali.

Ali.

Ali.

Ali.

Ali, I've been hit.

-Belltower, your crazy
dream is finished.

I'm getting out of here.

You're through.

-You filthy traitor, you.

[GROANING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[COUGHING]

-Hi Ahmed.

Ahmed?

Mr. Dirkson.

Mr. Dirkson.

Ahmed.

Ahmed.

Ahmed.

Mr. Dirkson.

I saw Ahmed.

I saw him there.

[EXPLOSION]

[GUNSHOTS]

-Dear brother, I'm going
to feed you to the sharks.

[LAUGHING]

-I'm glad you followed,
dear brother John.

The last of the Dirksons.

All that will be left
is the bastard Dirkson.

-God forbid that you should
be the last of the Dirkson

to live in a civilized world.

You were late from your
conception, bastard.

-Bastard.

Bastard.

[YELLING]

[PLANE FLYING OVERHEAD]

[GUNSHOTS]

-I guess you know how
sorry I am that it

all turned out the way it did.

-I really didn't know
anything about his business.

You do believe that?

-Sure.

The trouble with your
father and Prince Ali,

they dreamed of
empires, and they

didn't exactly care
how they got them.

I guess I learned a lot myself.

-Well, I guess if you can turn
over a new leaf, settle down,

I suppose I could give it a try.

-Can you make it
all right, Pepi?

-My wife is a wonderful cook.

-Well, I'm a lousy
cook, but if you ever

want your back scratched
again, let me know.

So long, lover.

-So long.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Tio?

Lunch.