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Mr. Corder, what was that they threw overboard?

Another body.

Look!

We made our getaway just in time.

Tell him to get us ashore.

Ashore?

Ashore.

Corder!

Corder!

All right to take my hand away?

Promise not to scream anymore?

Okay.

Oh, you knocked my glasses off!

Shh!

Sorry.

Well, you bit my hand.

Is this boatman all right?

- He'd better be. - May I talk now?

- If you don't scream it. - We're not out of the woods yet.

Why, why did you kidnap me?

Tonight, I saw a rat keel over like a drunken man

and die outside my stateroom door.

Then, when Ainger, Mrs. Mardick and I stumbled on them

sewing those bodies up, I knew.

Bubonic plague.

Plague?

Those coolies on board were beginning to die like rats.

It'd be only a question of time

before it hit us passengers,

and then we'd be dumped overboard for sharks.

When the boat stopped off this village

to load copra tonight, we decided to get down in one

of these copra boats and make the boatman put us ashore.

Yes, but me, Mr. Corder, I.

That's your fault.

You don't imagine we wanted to take you, I hope.

If you were at dinner like everyone else.

Oh, I was just out watching the stars.

You were watching us when you screamed, weren't you?

Well, I was afraid you'd miss the boat.

We had to grab you to keep you quiet.

If news of a plague had leaked out on board,

there'd have been panic among those coolies.

Maybe even mutiny, massacre.

Hm, that'd have been a whale of a story for me to write

for the world's breakfast table, at that.

But is it right to leave all those people on board,

perhaps to die?

What earthly good would it do them

for us to stay and die with them?

Well, then isn't it piracy to just seize a boat like this?

You know who I am, don't you?

Oh, of course, silly.

I read your articles in the paper every morning.

Everybody knows who Stewart Corder is.

Then I wouldn't worry about that piracy angle hitting us.

Yes, but don't...

- Don't worry, child. - We'll take care of you.

How do you say "condensed milk" in Malay?

Oh, no, of course. You wouldn't know English, would you?

I've arranged everything.

It doesn't seem so terrifying,

once the first excitement has worn off, does it?

I daresay it is a bit unconventional,

from that poor girl's point of view, I mean.

I'll just tell her that she can look on me as a chaperone.

Girls like her chaperone themselves,

smack into the old maid's home.

Is that... well, isn't that splendid?

Only, um, he wants more money.

- Tell him to go to- - Shh.

You give him some of your money, Mr. Ainger.

Of course.

What for?

That's the surprise.

He says there's an Englishman in this village

he can hire to guide us.

That is good.

Not all of it, Ainger.

You haven't traveled the Far East much, have you?

No. I'm in the laboratory end at home.

Chemist. Rubber, you know.

How interesting.

No, it isn't, really. You just smell.

Your clothes, I mean, of chemicals all the time.

Say!

Look.

He's gone to get the Englishman and everything.

Well, let's go!

Oh!

Rather pretty.

Probably some religious ceremony, burning those houses.

- Come on, we'll have a look. - Yes.

Coming ashore like this reminds me of the time

I was torpedoed on my way to the war.

Oh.

I scooped the world on that little party.

What is it, dear?

She must have stepped on something.

Something's there! I saw it move!

There! You see?

Keep quiet.

It's a witch doctor.

Keep back of me. I've got my gun ready.

No, no, Corder. Do you think you ought to?

They're probably only fishermen.

Tell them we're not going to hurt them,

if they're to behave themselves.

What did you say?

Oh!

Oh! It's...

- It's the cholera. - What?

They're burning the bodies in the houses of the dead.

Why didn't that boatman tell us this?

Come on, let's get clear.

Mr. Montague.

That is I, Tuan.

The most white man of this place.

Best English make.

Best English make. You see?

How do you do?

Only I.

What I can do to assist my white brothers

and my lady brothers?

We want a ride down the coast to Kintaling

and catch a freighter there.

I am sorry to give Tuan astonishment,

but impossible to go down coast.

Swamp of mangrove tree all the way.

Must go through, through jungle.

What?

How long will it take?

Three, four days.

'Tis a matter of how excellently

the lady brothers can walk.

- Walk? - Walk!

Yes, but with our machines, Corder,

these natives will make things so cheaply,

we won't be able to compete.

Oh.

You cynics never see the donut for the hole.

Well, still, that saves a lot of indigestion.

And then after my third marriage,

my husband was a government official here.

His name was Alfred, too.

It was really most embarrassing at times,

if you know what I mean.

Calling one Alfred at moments,

and then realizing that it wasn't Alfred, but Alfred.

Oh.

I was engaged once in high school, but nothing happened.

Well, one is really too young then.

Want a breather?

Oh!

It's not the heat, really, it's the humidity.

Mr. Corder?

What's the matter?

Mr. Corder, please pick that orchid for me.

Do you mind?

I suppose it's all right to pick it.

Oh, thank you.

I've never had an orchid before.

They cost so much.

Oh, I hope I'm not being too much trouble.

Oh.

Nice.

Just like the botanical gardens and the zoo

at the same time.

Anything wrong?

No, no.

Just a little snake.

Here, you better put this on.

This sun knifes you, whether you can see it or not.

Oh, give it to Judy, Mr. Corder, do.

- Oh- - Oh, now, Mr. Corder.

With all your experience, you must see that poor girl

is simply starving for romance,

and quite madly attracted by you.

Oh, do be nice to the poor little thing.

I don't like poor little things.

Oh, Judy!

Come on, we've got to make Kintaling

in time for the next boat.

Mr. Corder, thank you for lending me your hat.

That was thoughtful. I do appreciate.

You're welcome.

That's your good deed for today.

Curious.

No crocodiles.

Quick. To stand still, if you please.

Oh, come on, Montague. Don't try to sell us any melodrama.

It's all so peaceful here, it's darn dull, if you ask me.

Come on, get out of here!

Oh!

It's only a fallen coconut.

Thank you.

Do you think it's dull?

I think it's interesting. It's practically virgin country.

Perhaps that's why Mr. Corder doesn't like it.

Shh.

Seladang.

What?

Seladang on trail, Tuan.

Most necessary we go round.

Look.

Why, it's nothing but a cow.

Oh, no. No, no.

No, they're water buffalo.

Used extensively in this country and China, Japan,

and the Philippines, as a beast of burden.

No, no, beg pardon.

This is very different relative.

Oh!

Well, a country's animals comes under the study

of a country and I've taught geography

long enough to- A geography teacher?

Good heavens.

Tuan, please!

This highly efficient animal, seladang,

kill even tiger very dead in single fight.

How do you spell it? Seladang.

Let's see, on the 11th, we met the vicious seladang.

- Water buffalo, to you folks. - Many in herd.

Must go round, otherwise.

Nonsense! You're not afraid, are you?

Natural. Seladang would kill me.

Sometimes it's intelligent to be afraid.

Come on!

Quick!

Montague, are you sure you're going to get us

back to that trail all right?

Best English make, me, Tuan.

Very soon now, I shall exhibit trail again.

- You'd better exhibit it. - He certainly had.

It's most important to our International Congress

that I should be in New York on time.

The paper I'm going to read indicates

80% progress toward our objective.

What objective?

Fewer, fewer babies.

Oh, Mr. Ainger, you said you simply had to be back to...

quiet man, isn't he?

I simply must get back by the first of the month.

The school board would just let me out,

and I couldn't afford that.

I borrowed the money from my uncle.

I live with them to make this trip.

Oh, nice.

Oh, uh...

- Judy? - Yes?

Now, we're two women and utterly alone here.

And while I'm sure Mr. Corder and Mr. Ainger

are both gentlemen,

still, we must stick together and present a solid front.

I, I don't understand.

We'll have to camp, won't we, with these two men?

Have you thought of the night?

No. No, I couldn't.

I wouldn't think of it.

You're entirely too bold.

It's insulting to me that you'd take such a thing

for granted and I object to it.

Mr. Corder took it for granted that you'd sleep

with the rest of us for your protection.

I think I may say that neither of us

has even thought of you as a woman.

So, for heaven's sake, stop turning everything

into a sex problem and go to sleep.

Mr. Ainger, you're a very disagreeable old man.

Why, dear, he's not old.

Come along, now.

The sandman's calling.

Being a geography teacher, Miss Jones,

you ought to realize that this isn't Central Park.

And if it'll make you feel any easier,

I'll admit I have no designs on you.

You just don't affect us he-men like that, so,

take it easy and join the club, huh?

I didn't think you'd be horrid, too.

Nice bed. Juloh-juloh leaf.

It's rather public, isn't it?

No.

Banyan tree, elegant roof.

Oh, um, Mr. Ainger?

You didn't mention me in connection

with our sleeping arrangements,

but I suppose the assurances you gave Miss Jones

apply to me, too?

Hm?

Mm.

Thank you.

Oh.

I'm coming!

It's nothing.

Isn't there any way out of this cage?

You've been three days getting us back to that trail.

Montague, are we lost?

But Malaya is such a small place.

Not as big as...

well, let me see.

But Iowa has better roads.

Maybe if we just visualized it, and then could find north.

The Malay Peninsula is bounded on the north by Siam

on the south by the Strait of Singapore,

on the east by the China Sea,

on the west by the Strait of Malacca.

- "Water, water everywhere. - And not a drop to drink."

Do you have to be disagreeable, Mr. Ainger?

Sorry.

It's my stomach.

Are you lost, Montague?

Are you?

I not familiar this part of jungle, Tuan.

So, by Allah, perhaps we lost.

Yes! See here!

You can't do this to me!

No. Not to the New York Globe.

Oh, dry up!

Now, now, boys.

I've got out of worse jams than this.

Get us out of this one, then.

I've got to be back by the third.

Well, I'm not happy!

Revolving around here with the information I've got

for Washington burning me like a hot coal.

Oh, don't be discouraged.

You'll get us out.

You bet I'll get you out. Come on, Ainger!

Women and children first.

Come on, Montague.

Mrs. Mardick.

And tonight, I have some playing cards I use for solit...

one club.

Spade.

This does make you forget the danger

and everything, doesn't it?

I'm so glad I thought of it.

Just monkey.

Your bid.

Oh, I'm sorry.

A club and a spade were bid.

Yes, yes. Two clubs.

I, I pass.

Oh.

I'll save you, Ainger.

Two spades.

I pass.

Content.

Very good. Play it.

Oh, yes. That's splendid, partner.

Oh, Mr. Corder?

There's something on your shirt, with a lot of legs.

There's the lead.

Aren't I an extraordinary dummy, Mr. Corder?

Very.

Why didn't you bid more?

More?

Montague, what kind of a bird is that thing?

Brain fever bird, Tuan.

To listen to this infidel too long

is to become very unfortunate in the head.

Ah!

Rot.

Everything's in the mind, don't you think?

Fear, I mean.

I just wanted to stretch.

Have you gone to bed with another ace?

Oh.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

My imagination just won't let me discard the jungle.

It seems so full of things.

All right, Cinderella, a heart was called for.

Oh, dear, I'm sorry.

It's quite picnicky, isn't it?

Depending on how one looks at it.

There's many a slip.

That was well played, partner.

This reminds me of the last bridge game I played,

during the Chinese defense of Shihkiachwang.

We correspondents had a game with some of the generals.

It was 40 below zero outside.

The Japs kept coming at 'em,

until finally the Chinamen charged out with the bayonet.

Gory business. Reminded me of Bunker Hill.

Were you there, too?

Well, I suppose the noise can't hurt us.

Heaven knows, Alfred makes noise enough at home.

It's your play, dear.

Oh. Oh, I must have dropped a card.

Here it is.

I guess I'm just not lucky.

Oh, those mosquitoes.

They don't bite me. Funny.

No, it isn't.

Maybe they don't like your disposition, either.

- Cracking jokes? - That's the spir...

Judy, don't move.

Oh!

It, it's...

It's a snake!

Cobra. Death in four minutes.

Oh!

Good work, Corder.

Well, that's strike one on the jungle.

Excuse me.

Lucky I hit it.

Lucky for me.

You, you saved my life.

This is Judith, Stewart.

Judy, I mean.

You called me Judy tonight, remember?

When you were so brave and saved me from the cobra.

Montague, you seen my shoes?

No, Tuan.

Mrs. Mardick.

Yoo-hoo!

Breakfast.

Coming!

Aren't men fussy about their food?

Robinson Crusoe ate leaves.

Stupid book.

Come, dear.

I'm hungry.

Where are my...

what the...

oh.

Who did this?

You should've had more sense than to stick your shoes

in the fire to dry.

Montague!

Yes, Tuan.

What nitwit put my shoes

in that fire last night?

I don't know. Maybe, perhaps monkeys.

Oh! Best English make, like me.

Don't wisecrack me, you clown!

In addition to everything else, do I have to go barefoot?

Who did this?

Shoes don't walk away!

Who burned up my shoes?

I did it.

Oh.

Oh, but they were so wet.

I, I was only trying to help.

Why pick on me?

If you're gonna run around burning shoes,

what's the matter with Ainger's shoes?

Oh, my shoes aren't romantic enough.

Thank you very much.

Please forgive me.

I was afraid you'd catch pneumonia.

So now, barefoot, I can get lockjaw!

Oh, no, please, I didn't realize.

Now listen.

You've been enough of a nuisance on this party.

The only way you can help is to keep quiet and stand still!

You're not running this geography class!

Now, now, Mr. Corder.

You, too!

Oh!

I'll show you.

I'll cut soles out of my shirtfront.

Stewart Corder.

So everything I do is wrong, is it?

Well, that's not news to me.

I've heard it all my life

from the relatives who brought me up.

I thought you'd be different.

But you've all treated me so much like a poor relation that

I've wished all over again I'd never been born!

Come, Miss Jones, I apologize.

Will you keep quiet!

Did I ask to be taken on this trip?

You, you shanghaied me!

Well now that I know what I've walked into, I'm walking out!

Hey, you can't get through this jungle!

I can't, can I?

Well, let me tell you something.

You've all made fun of my name being Jones.

Well, my great-great-great-grandfather was John Paul Jones!

He didn't write about wars, he fought them!

Yeah, and the chemical he messed around with was gunpowder!

What do you think of that, you, you landlubbers?

Lend me that knife of yours.

She'll be back as soon as she's had her cry.

All wise men know these things are true.

I know women.

Hah!

You were pretty rough on the child, at that.

Well, did she burn my shoes up,

or didn't she burn my shoes up?

- Miss Jones! - Judy!

Let's call again. We must find her.

Let's all call together.

All right, ready?

- Miss Jones! - Judy!

There she is.

Stand still, or you'll get lost again!

Go away! Get back, quick!

That's a fine reception.

Perhaps she's still cross.

Be nice, Mr. Corder, and apologize.

Apologize?

Run! Go away!

Go away!

I told you, you couldn't get through this.

There are savages all around here.

Semang.

Good heavens.

Look out! Here they come!

Keep back there!

Excuse me.

Hm.

This portion of jungle belong to, to this riffraff.

Well, explain to them who I am.

Well, permission to pass will be granted, Tuan,

in return for payment of, uh,

one surprising big quantity of rice.

Oh, well, that's all right.

Tell them we'll send it to them when we get to Kintaling.

Come on, let's go.

But, this is highly embarrassing moment.

Must leave one lady as surety for payment.

Oh!

Oh, poor dear.

But they're not cannibals, are they?

No.

Oh, well, then you won't have to worry

on that count, anyway.

They're not going to get away with this!

Oh? What are you going to do about it?

Ask Washington to send a battleship?

Montague, tell them my paper has probably got

an expedition out looking for me by now!

It'll go hard with them if they.

Oh, don't talk so much.

Come on!

Let them go, please!

Tell them I'll go with them. Only, let them go!

Me?

I?

The rice payment

must be made according to the weight of the lady.

What? No.

No, I'll go.

Tell him to leave her and you'll bring him double my weight.

Oh, nonsense, my dear.

Wait till I get this story on the wire!

Wars have started for less than this!

Now, now, dear.

Don't feel badly.

After all, I am a little fat, in spots.

- Oh, Mrs. Mardick. - Oh, yes.

Yes, I am.

You, uh, might mail this to my Alfred,

if you have an opportunity.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, my dear.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

It's going to be very trying for poor Judy

with me out of the way.

So do remember you are both gentlemen.

As long as you can, I mean.

Al revoir.

Don't worry. We'll get you out of this.

All right, Montague, let us loose.

Humble apologies, Tuan but necessary I agree

not to release you till sun reaches there.

What?

- Anything else? - Yes, Tuan.

If rice payment not paid in one moon, they kill lady.

Ah, he's bluffing.

- No, Tuan. - How long is one moon?

A month.

Oh, well, that's all right, then.

Now that we know the way to Kintaling, we'll make that easy.

But pardon, Tuan, we do not know the way.

You asked those natives, didn't you?

White man, like I,

must not appear ignorant before natives.

Does that mean Mrs. Mardick will be.

Then we're still lost?

Can't you ever think of anyone but yourselves?

I'll never stop thinking of you, getting us into this.

If you hadn't had your little cry and run.

Oh, shut up, Corder.

Is that so?

Who asked you?

I'm telling you, you peacock!

If you hadn't made her cry,

we wouldn't have had to chase her.

My arm's coming off.

You don't think I'm having any picnic, do you?

The information I've got for Washington.

Burning like a hot coal under your medals?

I know.

Ainger, I'm gonna make you eat that sarcasm of yours.

Oh, stop it!

You're like two little boys who've been kept in at recess.

I'm disgusted with both of you.

You're disgusted?

Yes, I'm disgusted.

Can't I have feelings as well as you?

Well, I can.

And from now on, I'm gonna let them out.

If I've got to be lost,

I'm going to be lost the way I want to be.

And do all the things I've wanted to do before I die.

She's hysterical. Now, now, girl, you're acting like.

You've been acting as if you were in a radio station.

And you, as if you were at some stomach specialist.

You're a couple of sulky, irascible,

egotistical, selfish men.

Montague, cut them loose, and then follow me.

But chief say not till sun reach.

Did you hear me?

Yes.

In most elegant speed.

What's got into her?

She's turned into a woman.

It'll be worse now.

Tuan, all wise men know these things are true.

Or, um, more than one wife,

if you know what I mean.

You know, uh, the children?

Now, just what would you say

the birthrate in this village might be?

You see, that is my life's work.

- Hurry that chow, Montague. - We gotta get going.

Where's Judy?

Having bath, Tuan.

Get her, will you, Ainger? I'm hungry.

Get her yourself. I'm busy.

Skip her, then.

Still, someone ought to get her.

You know what happened last time we ate

without waiting for her.

Oh.

I'll go, if you will.

Al right.

Girls in every part of the world,

and you can bet I miss them here.

But I swear, this little old maid stops me.

She...

It isn't exactly sporting of us, like this.

You think we ought to cough or something?

Well!

Go away! Scat!

I'll get him!

Go away!

Well, don't just stand there! Get my clothes!

You can't stay under there! You'll get pneumonia!

Come out!

I won't!

Let me go!

Let me go!

Let me go!

Stop!

Let me go!

Stop it, let me go!

Shut up!

You're beautiful.

I'm sorry.

Put me down!

Go away.

Sorry.

I didn't want you to get pneumonia.

Well...

- That's all there is. - There isn't any more.

Can I...

could I...

I'd like your, your sash.

And I'd like you to go away.

Well, see you later.

If you hadn't been so fussy about shaving every day...

you've ruined the blade.

No. That blade belonged to Mrs. Mardick's first Alfred.

Big joke.

I thought you'd quit shaving.

Oh, a fellow oughtn't to just give in to nature.

Let's remember that.

I mean, this girl's becoming a problem,

blossoming out like this.

I've got the answer to that problem, fella.

Sit here, princess.

Napkin?

Thank you.

Why didn't you let me know those eyes

were under those spectacles of yours?

I didn't know I could see without glasses.

They told me I had to wear them when I was little and

I just did.

Pretty dress.

Thank you. Here, Montague.

Oh, with humble apologies.

'Tis not good for the man to drink the milk of the coconut.

It cools romantic instinct.

Here.

Not me.

I like that instinct.

Here, fella, it won't hurt you.

Oh.

Excuse me.

I'm not on a diet, either.

Why, you

Stewart, it's no use crying over spilled milk.

You've lived so long being beaten thin by things

that you shrivel up inside to protect yourself

and you forget that anything outside exists.

Then suddenly, you round a corner.

Judy, are you listening?

Yes.

You round a corner...

and break your glasses.

And realize they've been blinding you,

instead of helping you to see.

But here you feel, deep in you, and very small at first,

a song that you thought you'd never hear.

It grows strong.

Yes.

And you grow strong with it.

- Yes. - Until you sing, too.

And the singing...

all this is figurative, you understand?

I can't sing a note, really.

I'm married.

Oh.

What I had to be home in time for

was my wedding anniversary.

I was afraid not to be there.

Afraid.

Your turn at sentry duty.

The more poetry, the less fish, huh?

Yes.

It was beautiful.

I was just wondering, Stewart,

what it is that's been making me sort of expand,

be full of life and eagerness.

"Lost rubber expert discovers God in jungle."

- Right. - Oh, keep quiet, Stewart.

Well, why doesn't he get back there on watch?

Why is it, Stewart, that the same experiences

that expand me, shrink you?

Same laundry. Must be a difference in the materials.

Oh, excuse me.

The answer is, that out there, everybody and everything

reminded me that I didn't amount to anything.

So I shrank into myself, out of sight.

Me, too.

Whereas out there,

everything told Stewart Corder how big he was.

Headlines, radios, his name in type.

Without that here, he shrinks!

You know...

I don't know whether I want to find my way back to all that.

Me, too.

Applesauce.

Oh, well.

An apple a day.

Did you mean that?

That you don't want to find your way back?

A few minutes ago, I did.

I never wanted to see Chicago again.

There!

I got it!

You from Chicago?

I didn't know.

There's a lot of things about me you don't know.

I know I can't think of anything but you.

Are you in love with me?

I'm mad about you.

No, you're just.

Just an animal, eh?

I thought on the boat I'd waited all my life

to be kissed by you.

That I'd like it.

Well, I don't.

Doesn't a night like this make even you think of love?

No.

We've been days walking in this bamboo.

Won't it ever end?

Look!

Look, a camp!

- Maybe people! - Anyone there?

Hey! Hey!

Our camp.

Go find something to eat.

Yes.

Gonna stay.

Won't go any further.

Gonna die.

What a story.

Stop it!

Sorry.

That feels so good when you touch me.

Judy...

everything I've touched for weeks now, has seemed to be you.

I can't say any more.

Your wife.

I know.

What is it?

I seem to have missed the train.

What the...

the rifle's gone!

Monkey stole the rifle, but I got him.

Monkey?

Sakai, Tuan.

I, I didn't know it was a man.

Sakai, little hill native.

- Can't see them. - Nor hear them, Tuan.

Sakai go any place squirrel can go.

Cut throat of deer while it sleep.

Well, come on, then.

Get back of me, Judy.

Ainger, get that rifle.

Under tree.

Impossible go further now.

What?

Talk to them.

Sakai not understand language. Very inferior native.

They're going to just kill us, Montague?

Oh, no.

Sakai never shoot white man.

Oh.

But we have kill one of them,

so they keep us here to starve.

Stewart, this will be a perfect time

for that rescue expedition of yours to show.

Maybe shipload of rice will

satisfy their dead brother's spirit.

I will deal with them.

- No, no, wait! - No, Montague, thanks.

They'd kill you.

Oh, no. Sakai never shoot white man.

Sakai afraid of white man's spirit.

Sakai very ignorant native.

I know, Montague, I know, but you see,

you're so sunburned now,

they might make a mistake and think you're.

Yes, and you yourself said they were ignorant natives, so.

Oh, no. Sakai know white man.

To indicate to natives, I go to them unarmed.

Sakai...

forever disgrace.

They have killed.

White man.

Best English make.

I'll go about that rifle.

No, you don't!

Stewart!

Judy, get down!

Arnold!

Arnold!

Stewart!

Stewart!

Pull out that thing.

One quick jerk.

Stewart!

Let me lie down.

He's fainted!

Stewart!

Stewart, water!

Go and find some water!

Arnold!

Arnold, say something!

Speak to me!

Arnold.

Oh, my darling.

Thank God the arrow wasn't poisoned.

You'll be all right.

No...

no poison could live in me now, Miss Jones.

It was my soul that was killing me.

It's singing now.

They're still here, Arnold.

They're all around us, those little men.

- Hm? - No, shh.

Listen.

The drums.

- They're going away. - No, no, no.

Thunder.

Getting louder.

Thunder?

Means rain.

Water tastes good.

Thirsty.

It's not raining, darling!

"The rain it hath a gentle sound

to him who's six feet underground.

Quality of mercy not strained,

"droppeth like gentle..."

"Rain, rain, go away."

Arnold!

- "Come again another day." - Arnold, don't give up!

Oh, please, don't!

No!

No, Arnold!

Arnold, do you hear me?

Yes.

- Tell me you love me. - You never have told me.

I love you.

"To love and to cherish, in sickness, in health,

forsaking all others, till death do us..."

"love and cherish,

sickness, health,

"forsaking all..."

"All wise men know these things are true."

Arnold!

Arnold!

Stewart!

Stewart, he's...

oh, Stewart.

Did you find water?

- Yes! - Well, hurry, cut us loose!

Oh, I won't let him die!

I won't let him!

Try again, Henry.

No, that was only fair, Henry. Only fair.

You must practice more.

A backward child is a problem child.

That's what comes from having babies

every time one feels like it.

A tournament.

A, um, a tournament.

Oh, what is Malay for "tournament"?

Oh!

The chief does?

Why, of course.

Oh, pull yourself together, Franklin.

Oh, thank you so much.

Hello, Oscar!

Oh, thank you so much. They're lovely.

Did you want to see me?

Man.

Must pay.

That does not settle it.

Now, listen. These women...

what if they do love their husbands?

They should not be permitted

to make plain savages of themselves.

Why...

why, you nasty old man.

The birthrate here is appalling!

And if you think I'm going to leave before it's corrected...

kill me?

You just try it.

You're afraid of your wives, you lustful old cowards.

There.

Well, that's better.

Then I'll go, because,

in the future, they've promised

that the size of their families will be up to you.

I shall want an escort to Kintaling.

And remember I've opened a wedge of personal education here.

You men won't be able to ride roughshod

over your wives again.

Come in, madam.

How will you have it cut?

Opera cloak, or skirt for walking on the avenue?

Arnold?

You're sure I can be everything to you?

Take the place of everything you've left out there?

There's nothing but you.

And I see nothing, hear nothing,

breathe nothing that isn't you.

Let us go on, then.

There's a place deep in the jungle I found

while you were hurt.

Al right.

- When I finish this. - No, now.

Get my breakfast, woman!

Here, you fix it down at the brook.

A man doesn't know anything about

the cut of a woman's skirt anyway.

Forever?

Forever.

"To love and to cherish, in sickness, in health."

You did hear me then, didn't you?

Don't waste your time.

You'll never wear that skin.

- Why not? - I found a way out.

Valley, ocean, people!

Do you know what that means?

Do you?

Yes.

- Arnold. - Yes!

You'll lose him now, to his wife!

His wife!

You hear?

They'll shrink him down again!

They won't.

He's mine!

I won't let them have him!

You're not going to tell him, do you hear?

You bet I'm going to tell him!

You think I'll let you ruin a fine man like that?

- Arnold! - I'll keep you quiet!

Do you think I'm gonna give up the only thing I've ever had?

Judy!

Judy!

There are people here! Wait till I show you!

Look, I found it.

We're saved!

Marmalade!

"Purveyors to His Majesty the King."

God save the King!

I found the way out!

The ocean!

I saw an airport!

- Come on! - No!

No, Arnold.

Arnold, take me away. Run away with me.

Away from being found, please!

I'll be everything to you.

You told me I was everything.

But, Judy, we're saved.

You just don't realize it yet.

Laugh, girl, laugh!

Arnold, come on!

Hurry, Judy!

I suppose if it weren't for the newspapers,

I wouldn't even have known that this girl,

this Jones girl, was with you.

I suppose you just forgot to write.

I always tell you, Grace,

he'd forget his head if it wasn't attached onto him.

Mother, this is my home I'm trying to save.

You've led me to believe for eight years now

that it was my home, too.

I know just how you feel.

I spent years trying to convince myself

that it's my home, too.

Couldn't you have sent some greeting on our anniversary?

A lock of what this Stewart Corder describes in the paper as.

"Judy's ravishing hair" or something?

From the jungle? I couldn't find a mailbox.

I've tried to make you understand, Grace.

None of us thought we'd ever come out alive.

Try to think of our- That'll do to say.

Think of you? It's me I'm thinking of.

A laughingstock among my friends.

And mine, too, Arnold.

Because you took it into your head to dance off

into some jungle with this notoriety-seeking girl.

Oh, I don't mean that you did anything.

Knowing you as I do, you don't have to argue that.

No, if anything of that sort happened,

it was with this newspaper chap, not you.

But no one else will believe it,

and I shall be pointed out as...

no, Arnold.

I'm afraid you will have to give me grounds for divorce.

I have.

Arnold!

It was ghastly.

Screams of the tigers tore at your very being,

fighting for mastery with gnawing hunger

and suffocating thirst.

On the sixth day, I found a stream for our fainting party.

On the 11th, shot a murderous seladang.

Water buffalo, to you folks.

- But my ammunition- - Excuse me.

Would you mind getting another station?

Sure.

Thank you.

I've heard Mr. Corder talk before.

Great, isn't he?

I'm sure.

I had rather a fight on my hands

making the chief of that village see that his men and women

owed some consideration to the consequences

of overpopulation, as well as consideration for each other.

And having lived for so long in such a, uh,

catch-as-catch-can fashion, if you know what I mean,

they were extremely gloomy.

Excuse me, will you?

China Sea and on the west by the Strait of Malacca.

Geography isn't just boundaries and statistics.

I'd like you to think of this country

we're studying romantically.

See Marco Polo.

Spanish ships.

The sweep of green jungles.

The calls of birds.

Of...

you recite, Nathan.

The Federated Malay States have a total area of...

of, uh

27,700 square miles.

With a population of...

of, uh

476,000.

Its chief exports are tin and rubber.

But other exports are, um...

Copra.

Timber.

Rice.

Canned pineapples.

Tapioca.

Palm oil.

And nuts.