All language subtitles for Blood.Alley.1955

"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.