Original subtitles

"A sampan loaded with bean-cake fertilizer

"will be waiting for you at beggar's point.

Good luck, Captain Wilder. Your friends."

My friends. That's a laugh, eh, baby?

Escape, my aching fantail.

They think I'm nuts because I talk to you.

I'm not sap enough to fall for that.

Well, what have I got to lose?

A lousy mattress.

Come on in, comrades, and get warm.

How am I doing, black pigeon?

I'm onto your brainwashing tricks.

You're not fooling this old China hand!

No, sir. Not today, gentlemen!

Hello, Amoy, you dog-eared old post card.

I've been looking at you for 2 years,

but Hong Kong's my town, eh, baby?

Remember when they grabbed

that rust bucket of a freighter of mine?

I thought they were pirates the way they swarmed over,

till I saw their stinking tennis shoes.

What smells, comrade?

Your feet or the mattress?

Both, eh?

Come here, lardhead.

As long as I'm breaking out of here,

I'll let you in on a little secret.

Every hour you kept me in a blood bath

putting my brain through a ringer,

I was talking to baby here--

Jokes, sex, anything.

That's how I beat you jerks at your own game,

and by the way, comrade, baby's a beautiful doll.

I could almost believe you'd been bribed.

Say good-bye to comrade, baby.

Why, you dirty little...

Hmm...a Russian uniform.

It's a gun! It's real!

It's loaded!

This may be a trick.

Well, if it is, somebody is going to get hurt.

Powder your nose, baby.

We're getting out of here.

Where are you taking me? To the mainland?

Who sent you?

What's the matter? Don't you savvy Chinese, either?

Well, there's one thing good about you--

you don't wear those stinking tennis shoes.

Don't let that ferryboat worry you.

Ha ha ha!

I think he'll do, eh, baby?

I've been watching that Queen Mary there

over to Amoy and back to the mainland--

up and back and busted down.

She'd bust a gut if she tried to make 6 knots.

8 knots, captain.

Say that again.

8 knots, captain.

I ought to wrap that oar around your neck.

What's your name?

I am called Big Han.

All right, Big Han, open up.

Who sent you and where are you taking me?

Oh, so that's it.

OK.

Is that where we're heading?

It is my village.

What is your village called?

Chiku Shan.

Welcome to our humble village, eminent brother.

We trust your journey

has been without wayward incident.

We are the elders.

Mr. Sing, Mr. Han,

and this unworthy who serves as headman

called Tso.

Did I spell your name right, Captain Wilder?

I wrote the note. I'm Cathy Grainger.

Oh, yes. I remember. Thank you.

Come, there is food and a soft bed

awaiting our illustrious guest.

It's lovely here. You'll like it.

Am I staying long?

None of us are.

Look, what's going on? What am I doing here?

You're one of god's footsteps.

What?

That's Mr. Tso's way of saying a miracle.

A miracle?

Me?

You'll be staying here.

Who lives here?

I do.

Oh.

You must rest, eminent brother.

Then we shall talk.

All I need is a little time to clean up.

Shall I make a confession?

Why not?

You're younger than I expected Captain Wilder to be.

I'm glad.

Hang on to me, baby.

Nice room, you bet. You likey?

Me likey.

Doctor's clothes maybe fit.

Her father's?

Him called away.

Before time, Chiku Shan sad.

You come. Now everybody happy.

That's just great.

And missy Cathy-- she very happy, too.

What's that supposed to be, baby?

The village taxi?

"Missy Cathy-- she very happy, too."

Missy Cathy not bad, either,

but don't let that worry you, baby.

So, you're one of god's footsteps, a miracle...

Who needs a decent shave.

A miracle that talks to himself, eh, baby?

I thought you were alone.

I'm never alone. I was talking to baby.

But don't let that frighten you.

I'm so sane it hurts.

Baby?

Sure. She's up there.

Or there. She's always up there.

She was the one trick I had up my sleeve

when I was a guest of the commies

to keep me from beatin' my head against the wall.

You might introduce me.

Baby, meet Cathy.

You have sailed this coast, Captain Wilder?

What's this all about?

We require 300 miles of experience.

The villagers put up the bribe money for your escape.

We're entitled to know what kind of skipper you are.

I've knocked around from port Arthur to Singapore

in every kind of ship

under half a dozen flags.

Does that answer your question?

Quite so.

Could the illustrious captain

take a ship to Hong Kong without maps?

Well, I never tried it without maps,

but this coast is littered with wrecks

that have tried it with them.

Still, you have navigated these dangers many times.

It could be done.

Captain Wilder, you may reject

our unworthy plan and travel your own way to freedom.

In that event, we only request

sealed lips beyond these village walls.

One unguarded word

and our 180 lives would be forfeited.

Our people have chosen to leave red China.

Plus goats, ducks, pigs, and some trained canaries.

We can no longer live in honor

under the hawks and dogs who now sit in Peiping.

For more than a year, we've planned every detail.

It was one of god's footsteps that brought you to Amoy.

Now we are ready. We ask you to guide us

through Formosa Strait to freedom.

300 miles down blood alley?

Quite so.

Well, you have no charts.

What do you expect to use for a ship?

There is but one in the harbor suitable for our plan--

the ferryboat.

The ferryboat?

A lousy stern-Wheeler?

Why, that wouldn't last 10 minutes in blood alley!

I've watched that relic for 2 years now.

When it's not broken down,

you couldn't get 6 knots out of it.

8.

With that speed, you'd get to the outer harbor

before the patrol boat climbed on your backs.

We have other plans for the patrol boat.

What plans have you for the gunboats

in the harbor south of here?

By voyaging only at night or in the fog,

we expect to avoid the enemy.

And I'm supposed to navigate

at night or in a fog without charts?

Quite so.

Quite so.

She's a flat-bottomed river boat

that probably draws about 2 feet of water.

The Formosa Straits is no river.

First time you hit whitecaps,

she'll break apart.

It is a solid ship

built in your own illustrious country.

Oh, great.

Had the eminent brother not seen these objections,

we would think him a fool.

Quite so.

Well...

You better give me time to think.

As you wish.

Honorable captain, I must warn you--

one of our families is unreliable.

Commie?

Regrettably.

Today, the Fengs are in Changchow

for a people's celebration.

Until their return,

you have the freedom of our village walls.

Freedom. Hear that, baby?

Dandy.

You think it's utterly mad, don't you?

Strictly for the birds.

Look, you're caught up in this village fever,

but the world outside

isn't running your kind of temperature.

A trip down blood alley in a ferryboat

is no Sunday excursion.

Maybe we'll go on a Monday...Eh, baby?

Excuse me.

That's all right.

This is my favorite spot.

No one comes up here anymore but me.

Live here long?

7 years.

You must like it.

Sometimes I hate it.

Sometimes I think if I have to stay another day,

I'll turn to stone, like everything in Chiku Shan.

If I don't, what then?

You wait for some other China skipper

to get washed ashore?

You should be proud to do something for these people.

There's 500 million of these people.

I don't intend to play David to China's Goliath.

What are they doing with those stones?

That's one of our secrets, Captain Wilder.

Down blood alley in a ferryboat.

Give it to me straight.

There's a better reason

why your 3 wise men chose the ferryboat.

There is. Mr. Tso's nephew is the chief engineer.

Oh.

Keeping it in the family, eh?

Your father must be a big man.

He is, here.

The reds intend to keep him here.

He's the only doctor along the river.

When's he getting back?

I don't know. They flew him down to Haifeng

to operate on some important commissar.

What does he think of this ferryboat trip?

Dad's always wanted to be a ship's doctor.

What's that waiting for?

Somebody to build a road?

Old Feng got rich in the Philippines.

He brought it home with him.

Commie, huh?

The japs took the engine and tires years ago.

It was too much trouble getting the body down,

so they left it.

Now he just sits in it,

and his sons, grandsons, and nephews keep it polished.

It's gonna get mighty lonely here.

We're taking them with us.

You're what?

They'd be held responsible. They'd all be killed.

Now, wouldn't that be just too bad, eh, baby?

That means the little ones, too.

Rocks, tides, currents-- 300 miles of them--and fog.

Not even a chart to go by.

They don't know what they're asking for.

One of god's footsteps.

I wonder what that stretch of coast really looks like

rock by rock, mile by mile--remember?

But if you made it-- if you made it--

it'd be a sweet bit of grand larceny.

A whole village scratched off the red map

and put down in Hong Kong.

Wouldn't be bad, eh, baby?

Susu!

Susu!

Susu!

Bring me a piece of paper that big--

as big as a window-- and something to write with.

My getcha, you bet.

Let's see, there's half tide reef--

off Swatow, isn't it?

Pagoda point. Think.

Jeez, you got to remember every landmark.

There's three chimney bluff.

Plenty big piece, you bet.

Plenty big, you bet. Scram!

Oh, baby.

Amoy..

Hong Kong.

300 miles.

Breakers point-- there's a lighthouse there,

remember, baby?

Don't let's forget brothers islets.

And what about Chilang point light?

Where were the graveyard of ships?

Were they at Honghai Bay?

Were they, baby?

Yeah.

Well, not bad for a start, eh, baby?

Susu!

Susu!

Want you very number-one wash?

Tell Mr. Tso him catchy

very number-one ferryboat captain.

That won't be necessary. I already have.

Captain Wilder, wake up!

Wake up!

Captain Wilder!

I'm awake.

The soldiers are in the lagoon.

This house will be searched.

Hurry. Mr. Tso's waiting outside.

You know what will happen if they find me?

I know what they'll do to the village.

Makes me a kind of a one-man plague, doesn't it?

You will be safe among our honored ancestors.

I'm to stay here?

They await the proper time for burial

according to our customs.

This has been prepared for just such an emergency.

Would you kindly help me?

I want you to know

I appreciate this very much.

Are you comfortable, baby?

Maybe we better talk about other things.

That 300 miles--

Goat Island, Thunderhead, remember?

And Pedro blanco. Where is Pedro--

Baby! The chart!

That chart has "escape" written all over it.

Cathy.

Cathy?

Next time we'll trust her, eh, baby?

Captain Wilder!

Are you trying to kill us all?

In my room.

Mr. Tso told us to stay with the Han family.

Get back to the Hans.

I'm staying.

Don't be a fool just because I was.

Don't ever try ordering me around.

And keep your hands to yourself!

Get in bed.

Under the mattress.

This is quite some real estate you sleep in.

Where's my chart?

Susu burned it.

What?

There wasn't time to find a safe place.

That's great.

You were seen from the ferryboat last night.

Heroes in tennis shoes.

One of the deckhands smelled bean cake.

They're trying to thrash answers out of Big Han.

They'll never get to first base.

Your hero is coming back.

I'll handle it.

Aah!

Aaah!

Get out of here.

Get out!

I'm not very good at saying thank you.

Then don't bother.

You were certainly cool and efficient.

It wasn't pretty, but it was silent.

Why did you kill him?

Well, it seemed like a good idea.

Do you think I'm the first woman

ever touched by a soldier?

He'll be missed.

You may have ruined everything.

Start making sense.

I would have lived through the affair without you.

Stop kidding me. You're glad I came along.

With a little luck, they'll think he went over the hill.

We'll grab the ferry before they miss him.

You better go

before I start making a fool of myself.

Over what?

Over you.

Now, wait a minute.

You're a nice kid.

So far I've managed to keep my hands off you,

but don't press your luck,

and don't kid yourself about me.

I won't.

I hate the reds because they closed

a lot of Chinese ports where I have dames--

Chinese, Eurasian, and white Russian.

We ever get back to Hong Kong,

you can step back up to your world where you belong,

and I'll get back down to mine.

I can't believe

that's all the reds mean to you.

Let's cut the anchor once and for all.

Somebody pinned the bleeding heart of China on your sleeve,

but they never got around to me.

There's been some trouble.

I had to kill a soldier.

He's hidden in the kitchen.

Such things are sometimes necessary.

We better pirate that ferryboat

and shove off.

That will be impossible.

The soldiers brought news there was boiler damage.

Our ferryboat no longer runs.

What you think you do? Keep closed! Understand?

The commie family's back, eh?

You must stay in house now.

Any news on the ferry?

Soon maybe.

How about Cathy's old man?

Not come back yet.

My think captain sailor man need cutty hair.

My cutty, all right?

Captain saily man want bathy.

Can do.

Captain sailor man have before time pretty wife?

Married?

Likey missy Cathy?

Missy Cathy,

she likey captain sailor man.

My thinky so.

What you thinky about missy Cathy?

I thinky you talky too muchy.

You remind me of a barber in Baltimore.

Missy Cathy get old now.

Needing husband man.

She makey pretty fine wife, you bet.

You likey? My fixy.

My fetchy Joss pigeon man.

Are you blind?

It's you who's got the saily man's eye.

You crazy.

I'm crazy about you!

Hair all cutty.

Give me a kiss!

You crazy crazy! Full of ginger!

Ha ha ha!

Captain sailor man crazy,

full of ginger.

Bell go ding-dong, my come chop chop.

Yeah?

Captain Wilder, can I come in?

I wouldn't recommend it.

I'm full of ginger and also in the bathtub.

Mr. Tso's nephew is here.

The chief engineer? Send him in.

Oh, American, huh?

Call me Tack.

Light your cigar and stay a while, Tack.

Oh, I bring these for you.

Been San Pedro, captain?

Sure.

That town for the birds.

Wish I back there.

I train, learn marine engineer in states.

Oh, light?

Who blew up our ferryboat?

Me.

Amoy paper, see?

Today we on front page.

What happened?

Iron boiler no good. I blow.

You what?

Damage not bad.

Old Winesack in Pilothouse want more steam.

I give. Whoom!

We never make Hong Kong with old iron boiler.

I plenty good engineer. Know my stuff.

Now repair yard give us new steel boiler.

How long will it take?

Maybe 5 days.

You worried about comrade in kitchen?

I'll put today paper in his pocket,

dump him far away on south river.

They figure he been in Amoy,

forget about us.

Good deal. That will take about 5 days.

We'll need a black gang.

All set.

Winesack of skipper never know what go on under his feet.

I train my cousins many months ago.

Oil.

Oil no worry. She burn wood.

Low-pressure steam. 50 pound.

Whoom!

Tell me more

about your oceangoing stove.

She plenty fine ship.

Got strong bottom.

Flat as a pancake.

Give it to me straight, chief.

Has she got 300 miles left in her?

Aye, captain. She number-one ship.

Yeah. She can do 8 knots.

6.

Now all I need is a ship.

How much longer?

Thank you.

How long has it been, baby?

And I haven't even made a pass at her.

Jail sure must have aged me.

Who am I trying to kid?

Look, baby, you stay here,

but if you hear a bell go ding-dong,

you better come chop chop.

Captain. Captain.

Yes?

Mr. Tso here.

10,000 regrets that I must call at this hour.

My unworthy nephew has brought word--

the ferryboat will be ready tomorrow night.

Couldn't have picked a better time.

Beg your pardon?

Nothing.

Nephew Tack brings also the Amoy paper.

The headlines concern our Dr. Grainger.

It is news we feared.

The commissar died under Dr. Grainger's knife,

which, I regret, often swims in rice wine.

The people's court stoned him to death as a murderer.

It is Miss Grainger who concerns us most.

You must realize, illustrious captain,

that her secret worry is that we depart Chiku Shan

before her father's return. It has so happened.

With my people, death is expected.

I do not pretend to understand the mind of your people.

You will know best

how to prepare her for this unhappy news.

You expect me to tell her?

Quite so. You must find a way.

Good night, eminent brother.

Not tonight, Cathy...

With or without the bell in your hand.

Eh, baby?

Our monks shave their heads, captain.

Remember to keep the hood in place.

Are monks allowed to scratch?

You jumped from the village. You must walk the part.

If you itch but don't scratch,

perhaps you'll look like our monk.

Don't you think you'd better change position?

No, that's all right.

Pardon me, captain. The bad news.

Have you found a moment to tell miss Cathy?

When's the right moment to tell somebody

there's been a murder in their family?

What are we towing?

Our carpenters have made a smokestack

to look like the one on a ferry.

What for?

Be patient.

Here stands dragon point.

For 2 years, we have secretly raised the bottom

stone by stone.

Our smokestack will sit on the stones

so that only the top rises above water.

Patience was made in China.

Here at Shima, we board the ferry.

When it travels to this spot, we'll set off smoke bombs.

And tomorrow, all Amoy will think

the ferryboat burned and sank off dragon's point

in the fog.

Even the passengers will believe it.

Once the smoke begins, we'll encourage the panic--

"abandon ship! Lifeboats!"

Take these gentlemen below and lock them up.

You better get below

and see they just lock that captain up.

Yes, sir.

We may need him later.

Yes, sir.

It's a fine day up here.

Welcome aboard, captain.

We're taking down the red flag.

Send it below. We'll burn it.

Can do!

Many months they have waited,

captain, for this moment.

I'm waiting for the moment we shove off.

Tomorrow. It will come quickly.

Like 10,000 years,

and we still have that patrol boat to fool with.

It will fool itself, captain.

When it comes looking for us,

it must enter the channel.

The water elsewhere is thin as rice paper.

You'll trap it in here.

Once it arrives, the channel will disappear.

So that's it.

Those sampans have stoned up the mouth of the channel.

Putting teeth in a mouth, captain.

You wouldn't mind

if I blew the whistle-- just a little toot-toot?

Toot away.

One of god's footsteps.

Where are you going?

Me? A little sleep. Tomorrow I'm going to take--

get yourself a work party

and clean up this old scow.

Consider yourself third mate.

Me? But I know nothing of big ships.

In that case, you're first mate.

Me?

Check the tanks and make sure

we got plenty of fresh water aboard,

and I want you to scrape this propaganda off.

Can you get your hands on some fresh paint?

Yes, captain.

That Jack staff is so grimy I can't steer by it.

I myself will paint it

an excellent yellow, my captain.

Hey!

Bring back something

to tell the time.

Yes, captain.

The rudder's sluggish.

The turnbuckles won't turn.

The capstan's rusted.

The decks are warped.

She's stubby and high in the water.

God help us in a rough sea.

But you know something, baby?

I kind of like her.

So that's where this bustled old lady began--

"Sacramento, 1885."

Captain!

Captain, look!

What is it?

Us, captain-- our name, the Chiku Shan.

Nail it up.

How long will it take your elders to move?

I'd like to be buried in that fog bank.

Captain, look!

Wonderful music, eh?

You'd better roll out our former captain

and turn him loose.

When he starts yakking, that patrol boat will come.

Then we can uncork our surprise.

Yes, captain.

What's our steam pressure?

My Gauge, which is a liar, says 33 pounds.

I want full speed down the river.

I give it. Now I go back to sleep.

You can sleep in Hong Kong. What about fuel?

There is wood cut for us in the village,

but we burn a cord now, we cannot carry enough.

Start packing it aboard. We're shoving off.

Come on!

Get this stuff moving now.

Yes, sir. Here's your big Ben--Gabriel.

He better blow his horn before sunup,

or he'll end up in a frying pan.

Have you seen Miss Grainger?

No, captain.

Baby, even the dead are going.

What are you doing?

The Chiku Shan must have bright new eyes

to guide us on our voyage.

Get ready to shove off.

Put Miss Grainger's things in my cabin.

I have not seen her all morning.

Yeah. Neither did I.

Get down to the ferryboat.

We no go.

You're going.

Grab what you can and clear out.

Where's Cathy?

She gone to watchtower. Daddy coming home.

That's what you think.

You can't make me go.

Get mad-- good and mad.

It will take the curse off what I have to say.

Your father isn't coming back. They killed him.

I don't believe you.

I didn't have the guts to tell you.

They wouldn't. They need him.

That big commissar died,

so your old man became high-grade hate propaganda.

Dragged him into a people's court.

Everybody that could pick up a stone got in the act.

I'm sorry.

Had he been drinking?

No.

Well, there's no point in standing here, is there?

None at all.

There's not much I care to pack.

Can I help you?

No, thank you.

Kind of rugged, eh, baby?

I hope they know what they're up against.

They're Chinese.

Stand by.

Let go your sternline.

Let go your bowline.

If you want a last look, better take it now.

I looked.

We'll head into that fog bank.

We'll hide there until the patrol boat comes.

When it enters the channel, firecrackers will go off.

That is our signal to bait the trap, captain.

Better get below and see that everything is set.

Did you get Miss Grainger's baggage into my cabin?

She told me to move it out again.

Well, I got a little job for you--move it back.

A little job, captain?

This is it! Get on your toes!

Half ahead. The annunciator is jammed.

Stop engine.

Full astern!

Paint a patrol boat on that stack.

Full ahead!

Welcome to blood alley, baby.

Gunboats!

Half the bloody red Navy's out there!

Nothing to do but bluff it out.

Ha ha ha!

Listen...it stopped.

I hope they think the Amoy ferry lost itself in the fog.

It may take a couple hours of red tape,

but they'll get the word.

Then a skipper will be out to do us in paint.

On his smokestack.

Secure down there.

You're not going to get any sleep tonight,

so you better grab it now.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

What have they done with the Fengs?

Most lie in the big room seasick with the others.

Their grandfather we've locked up.

He lies seasick alone.

I tell them what happens to their grandfather

if they make trouble.

Oh, you have not met the Fengs.

I will introduce you, captain.

They'll make no trouble, captain.

Anyway, they are seasick.

I'll try and keep them that way.

Why we stop?

She wants baby born in Hong Kong.

You better go on deck.

Air would do you good.

My stay here.

The place has possibilities.

It's your cabin.

I know. Big Han carried all these bags,

including us, in one trip.

I just came in for a shave.

Would you like something to eat?

A t-bone steak.

Ahh. That's the way I like my steak.

Medium rare, huh?

We'll pass Honghai bay in a few days, won't we, captain?

Could be.

Haifeng's not far inland.

He's dead, Cathy.

I've got to make sure.

Stop kidding yourself.

I'm not going to Hong Kong.

I'm leaving at Honghai bay.

For what?

To put flowers on a grave nobody dug?

He might be jailed. Dead or alive, I'll find him.

You've been bailing your old man

out of trouble for years,

but he doesn't need you anymore.

I'm asking you to put me ashore.

Nobody's leaving this ship.

- That's final? - That's final.

Watch me, captain.

I thought you were

the bleeding heart kid from Peiping.

Now you want to run out to pin down an obituary?

And don't try to stop me.

You're running the ship, but not my life.

We understand each other.

Finally.

Nobody leaves this ship.

Fill this in with green stuff.

Is Old Feng still seasick?

Hear him clear to the mainland.

To us, it's a happy sound.

Trying to scare up a blanket.

Might as well sleep here.

I'll sleep fine in the pilothouse.

Still can't forgive me for wanting to leave the ship?

Surprised you're still here.

It takes practice to walk on water.

Let's skip the morning charm.

Does he bite, baby?

There's no true charts, compass is on the Fritz,

and we're running out of fuel,

but we're going to Hong Kong if I have to push.

I haven't got time to worry about you.

Stop worrying. I'm staying aboard.

I'll believe that when we get to Honghai bay.

Come on, baby.

You better come down to the saloon.

They think our food's been poisoned.

Their bellies are empty, captain,

but none of them will touch it.

The rice, the soup--

they may have poisoned everything.

Eat it, comrade!

It'll make you big and strong.

Or dead, huh?

If I may suggest, eminent brother,

there is no poison but the poison they put in our minds.

They make us fear our food to starve us.

Maybe.

Tom!

Stay out of this.

He'll test it for us!

Captain!

You smell like garlic. What did you eat?

Garlic.

How's our fuel?

Not so good.

My boiler's thirsty. I just checked the tank.

Maybe we have enough fresh water until morning.

All right.

Tea, captain?

There's a party in the saloon.

Tea.

Hang on to this wheel.

I told you to put the chow under ration.

There's nothing to ration.

A few handfuls of rice for the children.

Tomorrow, we'll roast 2 pigs. Tonight, we have tea.

Listen...she makes a song for you, captain.

I'll listen in Hong Kong.

Starting right now, the tea is rationed.

We can't spare water or the wood for the stove.

Get your cousins to break out some tubs and buckets.

Maybe we'll catch some rain water.

And get that tea water off the stove and into the tank.

You hungry, baby?

Well, you're going to get a lot hungrier.

Good morning, Gabe! Morning, baby!

And a good, good morning to you, nursey.

Will you take the wheel?

What's our course now?

Just steer that-away.

Anybody tries to make soup out of him

won't live to eat it.

Ought to be in bed with that ankle.

Didn't the cold water help any?

Feels great.

Bucket of blood alley will cure anything.

I'll steer. Stay off that foot.

Try a course of 0-4-5. Joker compass.

Way I figure, we're near Honghai bay.

I remember a graveyard of wrecks hung up on the point.

If we can find them,

we can strip them to feed our boilers.

I watched you during the storm.

Do you know how many hours you've been at the wheel?

You can't steer with your back to the helm.

You've fallen in love with the ship, haven't you?

Last night, I found out...

I've fallen in love with you.

You got me mixed up with the storm.

The weather's clearing,

and once you get to Hong Kong, you'll wake up.

And if we ever get there, I won't want you around.

Keep that straight, and we'll get along fine.

You'll find somebody else--

some Hong Kong Tai-Pan with a villa on the peak

and money in the bank.

May even introduce you to one myself.

The course is 0-4-5.

We can count the grains of rice,

but only children feed their hunger.

Break this up and take it to the boiler room.

The artist carved 10 years of his life into this wood.

You'd turn it to ashes?

Hide it someplace.

Don't get anxious down there.

This is no canoe. I got to walk her in.

Full astern.

Stop engine!

We'll have to pull her in by hand.

You got a carpenter on board?

Yes, captain.

Get him.

We'll stay to refuel and look for water.

And something to eat?

Stay out of the villages.

We'll eat in Hong Kong.

How long it take you

to put this Humpty Dumpty together again?

Why? You in a hurry?

Yeah. I'm running out of cigars.

I'm running out of things, too.

You'll be in Hong Kong tomorrow.

Tell them to find some planks

to fill in this wheel.

Captain, look! We feast.

All 179 of us?

Snap it up.

We've got to clear out before the fog lifts.

A craftsman cannot be hurried.

First thing, get rid of the commies.

Round up the Feng family, and we'll put them ashore.

It will be that many less bellies to feed.

It will be a pleasure, captain.

Captain, it is one of god's footsteps.

It's cannibalism, that's what it is.

One ship feeding on another.

We'll be doing it next.

Put this on the menu.

We catch fish, too, eminent brother.

Perhaps we can remain here and catch more.

No. We're shoving off within the hour.

My people worry about our illustrious captain.

He is in pain with no rest.

I'm in the pink.

Your China sea pirates

have been dragging their plunder in here

and stripping it for years.

This graveyard gives me the willies.

Cathy?

Where's Cathy?

She's gone?

You bet.

I told you to call me if she tried to leave.

Why girly go Hong Kong? For you?

You don't want she. You got plenty girlies.

When did she leave?

Long time now.

Maybe she find daddy.

We stay here. Maybe she come back.

Little idiot.

Big idiot.

Big idiot, huh, baby?

She said a mouthful.

Wait a minute!

I got something to say, to these people,

but I don't know whether my Chinese is good enough,

or whether my English is.

A couple of you Fengs understand English.

Explain to the rest of them.

You're all afraid,

but these villagers are your friends.

They proved it when they brought you along

instead of leaving you there

to take the blame for their escape.

And what did they get in return?

They're going hungry

and have cut their chances of making it themselves.

Your old China is as dead as your ancestors,

and your new China is as misguided

as that pompous, miserable old elder of yours.

It's being run by fear,

fear that would make a man

sacrifice his own son

in order to treacherously poison his friends.

Well, you got to make a decision.

You can go along and follow your elder,

or you're welcome aboard here with your friends.

Make up your mind.

What'll we do?

Get them aboard!

Cut the lines!

Full ahead!

They can't come any closer. The water's too shallow.

That's close enough.

Captain, look!

Full astern!

Get below and give her a hand.

Yes, sir!

Tom!

Tom!

Stop engine!

Full ahead!

I found out the truth. He's dead.

Can't you see I'm busy? Welcome aboard.

You needn't have arranged a 21-gun salute.

Where are you going?

Where I can do some good.

Forget your steam Gauge! Pour it on!

Slow ahead.

Stop engine and kill all smoke.

Look at them, baby.

Let them make it.

They got to make it.

The bleeding heart of China.

You can pin one on my sleeve, baby.

Chief, full ahead.

Let's get this grand old lady to Hong Kong.

Old men and old ladies,

young people and babies. Refugees.

God bless them.

Powder your nose, baby.

We're coming in to Hong Kong.

Here. You take the wheel.

Maybe you'd better help.

I'm not quite sure I know where I'm going.

Well, I do.

Good-bye, baby.