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(no audible dialogue)

(gunshot)

(boat engine chugging)

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* Strollin' along the golden sands *

* Beneath the pale moonlight on the islands *

* Trade winds will say that your love is true *

* You'll want a little cottage *

* Beside the sea

* You'll find the tropic burnin' eternally *

(singing continues)

Well, you can always tell you're in Hawaii

when things slow down to a crawl.

Now, where is that fellow Folger?

Is this heat usual in November?

You know, you looked cool in Panama,

cool in the hottest summer the Philippines have ever had.

You always look cool.

Very cool.

Stand around here much longer,

we'll be in the flower business.

Everyone's so friendly. Yeah, it's an act.

Roger, can't you forget you're an expert

on territorial labor relations?

If this is the sloppy way that Folger

and the other planters run their business,

no wonder they had to call me in

to straighten out their labor.

How far is it to Honolulu or Waikiki?

About 100 miles southeast, another island.

We always end up 100 miles from the main attraction.

There's life on Kauai, too, I understand.

Oh, come on! Folger!

What does he look like?

I haven't the faintest idea.

You wait here.

Boy!

Where's the Information Office?

I speak information.

Oh? Well, I was to be met at the boat by my man,

and he didn't show up.

Oh. He come sometime. You'll see.

Perhaps you know him. Folger, a planter.

Oh, he come sometime, every week.

You see. He come sometime.

These natives can be trying, can't they?

Isn't there a car or a taxi or something for hire?

Yeah, there's a hotel bus in Lihue.

Well, that sounds fine. I'll take it.

Only if left ten minutes ago.

Ouch.

Haven't you any suggestions?

Bus come back sometime every day. You see.

I can't stand out on the dock waiting for days to "see".

It gets pretty damp at night here.

Yeah. You don't happen to have a car, do you?

Yes, a puddle jumper.

Well, we'd appreciate a lift.

Okay. Meet you out on the docks.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Very happy man, sometimes.

Yeah.

Keep looking for that package.

(vehicle approaching)

(brakes squeaking)

Well, thanks a lot.

You're due to be our guardian angel, I guess.

You know, if I were you,

I'd turn around and take the next boat out of here.

What? You're off to a bad start.

Maybe this just isn't your island.

We're not superstitious. That was an accident.

Yeah.

They happen.

I'm sorry. Roger McRae.

Jim Ransom.

My wife, Mr. Ransom.

How do you do? We're very grateful.

Mr. Ransom is the one who offered us a lift, dear.

It's a rough ride out to Folger's plantation.

It's on Kauai Point.

Do you know Folger?

I did.

We buried him yesterday.

He's dead?

We don't stand for burying them any other way around here.

How did he die? Very fast.

An accident?

Yeah. We're having a rash of them lately.

Roger, can't we stay at another plantation?

Ann, the company sent me to Kahili,

and that's where we're going.

Staying long?

I don't know. Why?

Just wondering. Come on.

That's a strange man.

I didn't choose him for companionship.

Back in a minute.

I wonder what his racket is.

Exotic, isn't it?

It's hot and filthy and full of nasty-looking Orientals.

At least they don't stare at us like we stare at them.

They see more without looking than we do by staring all day.

Puhi. That sign above the store says "Puhi."

This is the village of Puhi.

Apparently.

Well, something's haywire. I studied that map for days.

We should have turned off miles ago for Kahili Plantation.

I'm sure Mr. Ransom knows where he's going, Roger.

Yeah, he does, but do we?

Do you have to dramatize everyone's actions?

Didn't we pass the Kahili turnoff?

That's right.

Was there any particular reason?

Well, we'll circle around and come up behind Kahili.

The train was derailed across the other road this morning.

Not the sugar train.

Yeah, it's narrow gauge. Tips easy.

How was it derailed?

I wouldn't know.

It's not in my line.

(baby crying)

(crying continues)

(dog barks)

Well, what was all that about?

Thought I saw a familiar face.

Couple of Chinese loafers sitting there a couple minutes ago.

Japanese.

Japanese, Chinese, what's the difference?

A lot of Japanese are very cozy with the Nazis.

Chinese aren't.

Well, the best thing to do is stay neutral,

not to be cozy with either one of them.

Well, someone's tailing you.

Tailing me? What for?

Didn't you get the idea

when those crates almost fell on you?

(scoffs) That was an accident.

You an authority on accidents?

My specialty.

All sizes, shapes, and forms.

Good.

I think you'll have a nice fat new one

for your collection any day now.

(engine sputtering)

(engine stalling)

Well, someone put a nice neat hole in my gas tank.

How? When?

When I was in the store.

That's impossible.

It must have happened by a rock in the road or something.

Roger's right, Mr. Ransom.

No one came near the car at the store.

There were just those two Japanese.

That's right. Believe whatever you like.

It's aggravating any way you look at it.

I'm supposed to be in Kahili right now.

Well, no one's stopping you.

It's 15 miles through the jungle

that way as the crow flies.

Roger didn't mean to sound ungrateful.

It's just that it's been such a hectic day.

She's right. I'm sorry, Ransom. Yeah.

(car approaching) But why would anyone want to?

Now, listen, suppose you were right about...

Shut up. It's a car.

(engine stops) It stopped.

Well, let's get them. Hold it, McRae.

They'll turn around and go back.

Give me a hand.

All right, I'll help him.

(bird squawking)

All right, let's go. Hurry.

(car engine starting)

I appreciated the lift, Ransom,

but you're certainly a dangerous driver.

You're pretty unhealthy to travel with yourself.

Hope they can find this place to deliver our trunks.

Changing it around already?

It needs a woman's touch.

Everything does.

Hello, Kaem. Good afternoon, Doctor.

Doctor?

I never would have guessed you for a doctor, Doctor.

It's Oriental influence.

Nothing on this island looks like what it really is.

This is your houseboy.

Kaem, the new managers of the plantation.

Not the new managers, Doctor.

No? No. As you say,

nothing on this island looks like what it really is.

You may be exceptions.

Follow me, please.

A needler.

Never says what he means.

I thought he made himself quite clear.

(car engine starting)

(snaps fingers)

They're just curious. Yes.

Well, native curiosity turns to laziness,

and idle hands turn to mischief.

That, my dear, is a brief history

of all labor problems.

Another week and we can shovel the dirt out.

I have to speak to Kaem.

A little dust, Roger. Is that so important?

You haven't learned yet, Ann.

Island natives are only a few steps removed

from their primitive ancestors.

Their leaders were strong, domineering men

who told them what to do and when to do it.

But we came along and abolished that kind of slavery.

There was security and authority in the tribes,

and they still instinctively feel the need for both.

Without authority, they'd drift.

You've got to show 'em an iron fist.

You're talking about primitive peoples.

There's compulsory education in Hawaii today.

Education sharpens the wits.

It doesn't alter the instincts.

What about the theory that all men are born equal?

All men are born equally weak and helpless.

We don't all grow up that way.

(vehicle approaching)

We seem to have a visitor already.

Humph. I hope he doesn't plan to stay for dinner.

We'll be wiped out.

And I don't even know where the kitchen is yet.

Kaem!

Kaem!

(doorbell buzzing)

Kaem!

Kaem!

Kaem here. Answer that door.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

It's not necessary. You're beautiful.

Haven't I told you? Men flatter, mirrors don't.

(man) Has Mr. McRae arrived yet?

Well, don't just stand there, take me to him.

Most important that I speak with him.

Roger McRae? Yes.

Harvey Mathews, sir.

Oh, one of our planters. Yes, how do you do?

I intended to meet you at the boat,

but the confounded sugar train jumped the track.

Jammed me up, sir. Yes, we heard.

My wife, Mr. Mathews.

Mrs. McRae, your husband has brought a flower

of rare beauty to enhance the garden island.

Why, thank you, sir. Very gallant.

Won't you sit down, Mr. Mathews.

Thank you, madam.

(sighs)

Have a drink, Mathews?

Splendid suggestion.

Kaem!

Bring Mr. Mathews a drink.

Uh, gin and tonic, boy.

No gin, no glass,

just tonic, unopened.

So, you're an abstainer, eh?

Yes, sir.

I avoid mixed drinks mixed by natives of mixed breeds.

Too many chances for accidental mixtures.

Like what?

Like arsenic and tonic.

Delightfully smooth but shockingly bad for the breath.

(laughs)

Well, surely you don't suspect Kaem?

Oh, seems like a charming lad.

But he's new here. Never seen him before.

(Ann) Dr. Ransom appeared to know him.

Oh? You've met Ransom?

Gave us a ride from the boat when Folger didn't show up.

As I said, Dr. Ransom seems to know our houseboy.

Oh, they're all sheep in the good doctor's flock.

I don't suppose there's a native on the island

that he hasn't branded.

Branded?

Inoculation, hypodermic, that sort of thing.

Strange bird for a doctor.

No professional manner at all.

Oh, rather a bush-league medico.

He started practice in the jungle five years ago

with a tent and thermometer.

Now, why would a man of science in this modern age

choose to practice primitively?

Dedication and service.

Ann was a registered nurse before we were married.

She hasn't washed all the antiseptic off yet.

You never get it all off.

I'm sure you men have urgent business.

I'll explore a little. Don't get up.

My dear, you are a refreshing breeze

in this deep-fried paradise.

Charming woman.

Yes, very.

(loudly) McRae, you didn't come a minute too soon.

Mathews, I'd prefer to be very discreet about

the nature of my business here, you understand?

Naturally. Naturally.

Annoying habit, shouting.

Comes from dealing with backward help. I know.

All right, to get right to it.

The company's highly aroused over the recent outbreak

of costly accidents here.

Terrible. Terrible. And now Folger's death.

There's no stopping them. Like clockwork, night and day.

Several attempts have been made to discourage me already.

Incredible.

No one knew you were coming but the planters.

Well, it may have been coincidental.

Anyway, what's it all about?

Agitation, sir. Labor agitation.

Well, I assumed that,

but agitation over what exactly?

Oh, the usual radical demands.

Outrageous pay, impossible hours, palatial housing.

This Filipino fellow stirs 'em up.

Felix Agung.

A dedicated rascal

with the heart of a born revolutionist.

Why don't the authorities lock him up?

They do, sir, regularly.

The accidents then grow worse until he's released.

Same kind of following that every fanatical leader has.

It's hard to cope with.

Well, it's a relief to know that we have

an expert troubleshooter on the job now.

(bottle top pops)

Our first job is to ferret out

the ringleaders under Agung.

I want a meeting with all the planters first thing tomorrow.

They'll be delighted.

And as soon as you can arrange it, have Agung arrested.

He was just released yesterday.

Haul him in again.

It's rather a monotonous operation.

We merely send word that we want him.

He comes in and takes his usual cell.

Gives him a chance to play the martyr.

All right, but nab him.

He'll be tucked away by morning.

Oh, and just a suggestion, McRae, if you don't mind.

Certainly not.

I wouldn't get too chummy with Dr. Ransom.

I have no desire to. Good.

Oh, I don't question the fellow, mind you,

but he is in and out of the workers' huts constantly,

and even doctors do gossip occasionally, I suppose.

Heat dehydrates a man.

Got to keep the old boiler wet, huh?

(laughs) (laughs)

(whistle blaring)

(Kaem) The whistle, sir.

It means trouble at the sugar mill.

(horn honking)

I'll call you later. I'm going with you.

Yeah, why not?

Might be very educational.

A firsthand look at your lovable workers. Come on.

(sirens, car horns honking)

Put him down there.

Jim, shouldn't we get them to your hospital?

There's no room, no time.

We need plenty of water, Dick.

Right.

Ronald, Arnold, bring in plenty of water.

(thunder)

Major Grey?

Major Grey, what is this ghastly mess?

Evaporator explosion.

Major Grey...

Much damage to the plant, Ransom?

The sugar plant, Ransom!

How was he burned?

Something erupted,

sprayed scalding liquid sugar all over them.

It's crystalline.

I'll help some of the others.

I'm a registered nurse.

Who did this?

Stay out of this, McRae. It's my department.

You're interested in repairing damage.

I'm interested in preventing it, Ransom.

Great.

Keep up the good work.

(siren blaring)

How do you figure the workers managed this one, Major?

Workers?

It was obviously a demonstration by the workers

for locking Agung up last night.

The man's got 'em whipped into a frenzy.

Now listen, you, did Agung do this?

These accidents are too well-planned,

too professional.

Native labor hasn't got a slick organization like that.

I suppose you believe in the Japanese fifth column, too, Major.

That's right.

Strange talk, Major,

for a man with so much affection for the "Rising Sun."

What did you mean by that, Mr. Mathews?

Man's gone native. Has a Japanese wife.

No. (chuckles)

Well, we can check the factory later.

Take me to this fellow Agung.

Excellent idea. Best to release him.

These incidents only get worse until you do.

I'm not gonna release him.

(Mathews) Oh?

That's been the big mistake.

I'm gonna ship him off this island,

kick him out for good.

Come on, Ann, we're leaving.

I'm staying. I can help here.

Someone will drive me home later.

Come on. (thunder)

I wish you'd come in for a minute at least.

I'm sorry, Dick, but... Mrs. McRae...

can't you use your influence?

Oh, can we for a minute?

Custom of the house. Do you mind?

Kimi-Chan? Company!

(Ransom) Hello, Kimi-Chan.

Very nice to see you, Doctor.

Kimi-Chan, this is Mrs. McRae.

It is a great honor, Mrs. McRae.

Your home is lovely.

Kimi-Chan is quite an artist.

Saves painting and wallpapering, too.

You paint beautifully.

Thank you.

Don't you sign your name?

No.

Don't you want anyone to know who painted them?

If anyone likes my pictures, I will know it.

Why? Should they also like my name?

But if your name is on them, then even people

that have never seen you will admire you.

But I want them only to admire the pictures.

I advise you to give up now.

It can get a lot more involved.

May I offer some food? Oh, please don't bother.

Do you have any of that gooey stuff

wrapped in seaweed, Kimi-Chan?

Oh, yes, always.

If you'll excuse me, please.

Your wife is lovely, Major.

Thanks. And thanks for stopping in.

You know why I married her?

Any other questions?

When I first met her,

she dressed in those Japanese things.

You know, those long kimonos

with the big sashes on the back?

She's so beautiful.

Well, she told me that Japanese girls

hardly ever buy new dresses, just new sashes.

This was too good a bargain to pass up, so I married her.

The first thing she hit me for was three new dresses.

He told me all Americans were very generous.

So I guess we were both fooled.

(laughs) Yep.

"East is East, and West is West."

A very clever line for a man

from the North living in the South.

Pardon me. I'll give Kimi-Chan a hand.

She gets so darn worked up when we have guests.

They don't have many guests.

They're sort of social outcasts.

Even over here? Why should that be?

I imagine your husband has an answer to that.

Yes, I'm sure.

Mr. Mathews...

He's a pig.

Made a play for Kimi-Chan once.

Mathews?

And Dick didn't dare touch him.

Isn't Major Grey more of an authority

around here than Mr. Mathews?

Mathews threatened to pull wires

to have Kimi-Chan shipped back to Japan

if Dick made a fuss.

And Mathews carries a lot of weight

in more ways than one.

Here you are. Best hara-kiri in the house.

That's a form of committing suicide, isn't it?

Yes, sir, but this way, it's a pleasure.

(laughs)

Try some of this, Mrs. McRae.

Mmm. It's delicious.

You know, Dick, I...

hate to talk shop at the table, but...

But what?

Strike you nothing ever happens to Mathews' plantation?

I've noticed.

Funny, isn't it?

Yeah.

Window shopping?

You can see much better inside.

I wasn't peeking, but I wanted to.

Why don't you come in and browse around?

Would I be intruding? Not at all.

Mrs. Kokomi is having a baby, that's all.

Wonderful. Maybe I can help.

Sure. Come on.

Isn't there a hospital?

A small one.

Then why is she...

She doesn't see the need.

Yes, I suppose they've had babies this way for centuries.

Well, it's not a matter of being

backward or primitive, either.

What is it a matter of, Doctor?

Simplicity and naturalness.

You know, a psychiatrist would starve to death around here.

You like these people, don't you?

Some people need to be liked more than others.

My husband hates them.

He only sees their worst side.

Labor problems.

Yeah, I know.

Every minute since we arrived, he's been trying

to dig out the agitators among the native workers.

It's like trying to dig a hole in water.

It can't be done.

Why not?

It's not the workers, it's the Japanese.

Japanese? Yeah, fifth columnists.

Not the local Japanese,

but those that they smuggled in from Japan.

We're not fighting Japan.

We were in Washington last week,

and a special Japanese envoy

was meeting our secretary of state

to work out plans for avoiding war.

Oriental sleight of hand.

Keep the eye distracted so it can't see what the hand does.

Well, if this is true,

what are the authorities here doing about it?

Putting the blame on labor

and making poor Felix Agung the goat.

Agung, yes. That's the man Roger thinks

is stirring up all the trouble.

Yes, and he's playing right into their hands.

What do you mean?

Look, Agung is an idol to the workers.

He helps them, works for them.

Advises them.

They look upon him as a...

some sort of jungle prophet.

They worship him.

And you don't believe he's behind any of this violence.

No.

These incidents are planted on him by the Japanese,

and very cleverly, too.

But why?

Well, so the authorities will hound him,

jail him, eventually put him away for good.

How would you feel toward anyone who...

destroyed something you loved?

I know the feeling.

(woman groans)

Now look here, madam, I've lugged in three buckets

of hot water that have gone cold.

Let's get going.

Late to bed, late to rise

makes a husband suspicious and wise.

I visited one of the workers' huts last night.

A woman who was having a baby. Really?

I didn't know you'd specialized in obstetrics.

I thought maybe I could help Dr. Ransom.

I'm sure you could.

Roger, the doctor thinks all this trouble

is being caused by Japanese fifth columnists,

not by the workers. Really?

(whistle blowing)

Kuji!

Kuji!

Call emergency!

Fire units and medical help, at once!

(whistle continues)

(fire crackling)

All right! Grab them shovels!

Dig a ditch over there!

Here, you men, get that fire extinguisher over there.

(siren wailing)

Yeah, that's right!

(siren continues)

(siren stops)

This type of thing can't go on.

That's what I thought a month ago.

The devils have really been cutting up

since you arrived, McRae.

We'd hoped that you'd slow things down.

This settles it.

No more handing Agung with kid gloves.

He goes.

If Agung goes, so goes the island of Kauai.

It seems to be going pretty fast right now, Doctor.

Have you any better suggestions?

Yes.

Open your eyes. Use your head.

This operation's bigger than your sugar business,

bigger than the island,

the whole string of islands.

That's not a suggestion, it's an opinion,

and I'm sick and tired of hearing it.

Look, tell the natives their island's in danger.

Get the planters and workers together fighting a common enemy,

and you'll lick this thing in a minute.

Like this, you're playing right into their hands,

believing what they want you to believe.

I have a life's study of island labor problems, Dr. Ransom.

Like I said,

maybe this just isn't your island.

(Mathews) Too much heat, gentlemen,

Come over to the house.

A cool drink will quickly dampen the fire.

Does it strike you something

just happened to Mathews' plantation?

Yeah.

Maybe we talked too soon.

Or too loud.

Sit down, gentlemen. We'll have a cold drink.

Kuji!

(Ann) Is the fire out?

No one hurt?

Ann, you shouldn't concern yourself that way.

You can see I'm quite all right.

(Mathews) Kuji?

Something stimulating and refreshing for our guests!

But none of your watered-down whiskey!

Like nature, he abhors a vacuum.

Whenever a bottle's in danger of being emptied,

he merely adds water to restore the original volume.

Scotch and water.

Same for me.

Nothing for me.

(Mathews) Five tonics.

No, make it an even half-dozen. Chop.

He's Japanese.

(Mathews) Yes, suppose he is. Never occurred to me to ask.

You're number one boy?

No, confound it, I'm his.

He's never around when I call.

Have to do everything for myself.

He pretends he can't hear me.

(laughs) Anybody can hear me.

(laughs)

You know much about him?

You know, Ransom, I hate hinting and implying.

If you know something,

why don't you lay it on the line?

I've been here quite a while now.

I get to a lot of out-of-the-way places,

hear things.

Such as what?

In our profession, we take an oath

to keep what we hear to ourselves.

(chuckles) Surely you don't have to pay any attention

to the Hippocratic Oath with these primitive people.

When Hippocrates wrote that oath,

the people were a lot more primitive than they are now.

(laughs)

Well, I think as soon as I run Agung out of the island,

your fifth column will disappear with him.

What is it, Corporal?

The Filipino escaped, sir.

Agung? Yes, sir.

They fired at him, got him in the leg pretty bad,

but he managed to duck into the jungle and disappear.

Thank you, Corporal.

Get out a searching party.

Beat that jungle before dark.

I can call the island police

and maybe some of the planters.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to beg off, sir.

The jungle's no place for a beast of my size to go thrashing about.

I'll be at the hospital if you need me.

Sure. I guess we don't need a regiment for the job.

Just a minute. Have you got a gun for me, Major?

Yes, I'm going along with you.

He's my responsibility more than he is yours,

and I want that man.

I need someone to make an example of,

and he's an excellent choice.

While you're making an example of him,

be sure you don't make him a martyr

(laughs)

And I would watch that drinking around guns if I were you.

Thank you very much,

but I've handled drinks and guns before.

Mathews will take you home.

(car door closes)

(engine starting)

Nasty business.

You're gonna find that man and treat him, aren't you?

I'll treat him when I find him.

Let me go with you. I can help.

I might need some help. Come on.

Where are we going?

We got to find Felix.

Here? In the jingle?

He lives off the beaten path.

His lease keeps expiring.

Won't he try and find you if he's hurt badly?

That's what makes my practice so interesting.

You have to be kind of psychic, too.

All right, fan out and beat the bush.

Fire three shots if you find him.

Otherwise proceed directly to his hut.

You come with me, McRae.

Doctor!

Dr. Ransom!

Oh!

Great.

No harm done.

If you don't care much for ethics.

Surely you must see there's nothing

between Roger and me anymore, if there ever was.

I got that message a long time ago.

Then why...

We're on a call, nurse.

Blood. Felix no doubt.

And he's badly wounded.

Wounded. Hope the army's taught you

to shoot more accurately than that.

I can score when I have to.

Then come on, let's get going.

(gunshots)

Hey. He's outnumbered and wounded.

Take it easy.

I think I'd like to have you in front.

Felix!

Felix Agung, this is Major Grey!

Felix, can you come out,

or shall I come in?

Let me throw a few rounds through that door,

and he'll be out.

He'll come out... if he can.

You're slow, Dick. Been here 15 minutes.

You're slow. I gave you a 20-minute handicap.

What kind of a conspiracy is this?

If that man's in the house,

get him out here and into custody!

He's not here.

I'll look, thank you. No.

He was here, and I treated him.

He ducked into the jungle when he heard you coming.

You allowed an escaped convict to walk away?

He didn't walk, he ran.

Could he run?

He did his best.

You're a liar! He's in there!

Now look, his wife's in there!

She's very sick.

I won't allow you to disturb her.

His wife, huh?

You're very solicitous about other men's wives,

aren't you, Ransom?

Knock it off! Jim.

You sure there's nobody we want in that house?

I told you he went back in the jungle.

One way to make sure. (gunshots)

That was a great piece of marksmanship.

You killed Felix's wife.

It's got to cost you.

You were obstructing justice.

News gets around fast here.

I'd keep looking behind me

all the time if I were you.

You never were popular from the start.

Kuji! Kuji!

Confound it, I know you can hear me!

Kuji!

Kuji!

Kuji!

Agung wasn't captured.

Very unfortunate. It was a golden opportunity.

I gave orders his hut be encircled,

holding him at bay until McRae and the others arrived.

But Dr. Ransom appeared.

Caution was necessary.

Oh. The good doctor, huh?

The American killed Agung's wife.

That's of little good. Who cares about Agung's wife?

Agung does.

Yes.

That suggestion does fire the imagination.

He may now kill the American.

Backward Oriental psychology.

The American must kill Agung, understand?

It will happen in time.

Time is growing brief.

We must divert attention from the main objective,

which is invasion.

Ah. Another accident at the factory?

No.

A completely ingenious...

and disarming diversionary tactic this time.

What is it, Dick?

Someone bugged the house.

How did you find it?

Dick?

I'm sorry, Jim. What?

How did you find the place was tapped?

The brass from Hickam Field flew over early this morning,

dropped in my office and gave me the news,

complete with drawings.

How did they get the word on Oahu?

(sighs) They didn't say.

I was in no mood to ask.

They did you a favor.

The thing is found, and that's a relief.

Relief?

They don't suspect Kimi-Chan?

I've sent for the island police.

They'll be here pretty soon.

But you don't suspect her.

Custom of the house.

It's so easy to figure who framed this.

Easy? So why do you have to arrest her?

I've been yelling louder and longer than anyone

about fifth columnists.

But you know Kimi-Chan.

The army does not.

And the workers, they do not.

A man must demonstrate loyalty as well as preach it.

You'll be back in no time.

We do not have many friends,

but we do have the best.

Some friend.

I should have gotten out

and given you two a minute together.

(car engine starting)

Hello, Jules.

Where's Felix Agung?

Jules, I know you're his friend.

You know I am, too.

It's not only his leg I'm worried about.

You're playing right into

the hands of the fifth columnists.

If anything happens to Felix,

the Americans will be blamed.

You'll lose your leader.

The Japs can simply walk right in here

like the Nazis did in Norway.

Yeah, I know.

Europe's a long way off, isn't it, Jules?

Been doing a lot of business with Mathews lately?

All right, I'll find Felix myself.

Maybe at the old caves near the beach, huh?

(car engine revving)

(children laughing)

Ah, Dr. Ransom.

You're doing a lot of shopping, Mathews.

Quinine water, tonic water.

That's a lot of tonic.

I have a prodigious capacity, sir.

Savior of the islands. Makes life here tolerable.

Just a word of professional advice, Mathews.

Use it sparingly.

Tonic to one man is poison to another.

Excellent professional advice.

No charge.

(ukulele band playing)

* If you're looking for romance *

* Just come along with me to the isle of Corfu *

* Palm trees will sway under skies of blue *

Your conversation really sparkles tonight, dear.

I find little to sparkle about.

You were anxious for bright lights, social life.

This is the best that Kauai has.

Very lovely.

Isn't it?

Still moping over the death of the native woman?

I'm not moping, I'm just a little sick.

Sorry it wasn't her husband,

but it turned out to be equally effective.

Effective?

You'll notice there hasn't been an incident since.

I wonder why it is I never noticed

all these things about you from the first.

Why should we both be obvious?

What do you mean by that?

Yours?

Of course.

Found it in Ransom's car

that day before I went into the jungle after Agung.

I don't understand.

I thought it was quite plain.

You were in the jungle with the doctor.

You knew I was in that hut when you fired into it.

Ah, Mr. and Mrs. McRae. How delightful.

Oh, you make a charming picture

to an ancient and passé gallant like myself.

Oh, uh, I may sit down?

Yes, please do. Join us. Have a drink.

Most generous of you, McRae.

Any further news of Agung?

That's why I dropped in.

I have it on good authority that the man's

gone completely berserk over the death of his wife.

Where'd you hear this?

Field workers, jungle gossip.

Rumor has it that he's on your trail,

hounding your every step, watching your every move.

I'll demand protection from the local authorities at once.

They act slowly and reluctantly, sir.

Well, what do you suggest?

A much more dependable protective.

I suggest, sir, that you employ it upon sight

without an instance hesitation.

Of that you can be sure.

(ukulele band playing)

* Trade winds will say

* That your love is true

* You'll want a little cottage *

* Beside the sea... *

Nothing for me, thanks.

You know, they can make that stuff

faster than you can drink it, Dick.

Wanna bet?

I've been looking all over for you.

This is my new address.

I have a little suggestion that might appeal to you.

There's the pig.

He's finally got Kimi-Chan, huh?

Take it easy, Dick.

Yeah, sure.

Sure.

So suggest something.

Something big's coming up.

Bigger than Kimi-Chan?

Yes, Dick.

Huh?

I saw enough today to make me think

we ought to pay Mathews a visit.

You expect me to talk with that pig?

Not talk with him.

I think we ought to pay him a nice quiet visit.

Tonight. The back way. Through the jungle.

(inaudible dialogue)

You know, we should have moved in before

when we could have gotten some help from the workers.

Yeah, I'm in the mood to wipe out.

Mathews and his gang by myself.

(whispering)

I trust you will excuse me.

This place gets on my nerve. Let's go home.

I like the atmosphere.

Live it up. I'm going after Mathews.

(bird cawing)

(engine starting)

The doctor and the major?

Not yet.

We should be ready to receive them any time now.

63 strategically placed land mines

should provide royal welcome.

Hai. Hai.

Got into the jungle yet?

McRae is approaching on the road.

The fool.

He ran in panic from the CoCo Palms.

Agung follows.

His arrival might prove most opportune.

Agung follows.

Yes, of course. Excellent.

We will afford Mr. McRae every service of the house

in the killing of his pursuers and tormenters.

And those who come through the jungle?

Mr. McRae will be our witness that we were

expecting a night attack from the natives.

How could we know that two such distinguished Americans

as Dr. Ransom and Major Grey

prowl the jungle at night?

Well, McRae. (grunts)

(laughs)

Mathews. Am I glad to see you.

A most unfriendly greeting, I must say.

I'm sorry. I'm jumpy.

You were right. Agung is looking for me.

Monstrous. Oh, I hated to leave you at the hotel like that,

but I just received word that the native labor agitators

were planning to attack my plantation tonight.

Oh, I see.

Mathews, what are we going to do?

Oh, I've planned a greeting for him.

A device of Oriental genius

called a land mine or booby trap.

Explosives are planted in the earth

and tripped by feet passing over.

Yes, yes, I don't want to know about that.

What are we going to do about Agung?

Oh, I beg your pardon, sir. Of course.

You're more concerned with personal safety at the moment.

Now look, you're going to help me, you understand?

You're going to protect me. Yes, yes, certainly.

I got no satisfaction from that Major Grey and his outfit.

I suggest an ambush.

If Agung enters these grounds finish him off

from one of those out-buildings over there.

That's a wonderful idea.

He can't be far behind. He's bound to see the car.

He'll come out of the jungle into the light,

and we'll get him from over there.

Excellent strategy, McRae.

You may yet rid the island of its industrial sickness.

Come on.

Would you come in for a nightcap?

Thanks.

We've got lots to do tonight.

I've got a lot of things to say tonight.

It's one of those tropical nights.

Everyone gets gabby.

We're gonna pay a little social call on Mr. Mathews.

Good night.

(radio buzzes)

Hai. Is he coming?

Approaching the first field of cane.

A-Agung?

No, no, the others.

Laborers, field workers.

Primitive animals.

Sneaking through the jungle at night.

Blasted heat already.

Hour before dawn.

Mathews' first cane field.

The sun will be up before long.

People sleep soundest at dawn.

(radio buzzes three times)

Station three.

Coming on the first mines.

Aah! (gunshot)

(Mathews) McRae! Come on!

Come back! We got him!

Bungling fool.

Booby trap.

I told him this just wasn't his island.

Let's get Mathews.

Right.

They have guns.

We have the more potent weapon.

I mean nothing to anyone.

I am only hunted creature.

Why, you underrate your true value, Agung.

I have found your name and position

most profitable and exploitable.

Then you are the one

who has arranged for all these things

for which I have been persecuted.

My dear fellow,

I've made a martyr of you to the islanders.

Suited my purpose admirably at the time.

What possible good can I be to you now?

You will perform one more service.

Your extermination by our American friends

will guarantee a friendly invasion

of this island by the Japanese.

Oh, Major Grey! Dr. Ransom!

Over here, gentlemen!

(Mathews) Can I be of any service?

End of the line. Mathews!

Come on out!

(Mathews laughs)

Very melodramatic, Major.

We've got Agung here.

Now, I suggest you leave the grounds quietly

if you wish him to see the dawn of another day.

Now what?

Don't shoot.

We need Felix alive to settle this whole mess.

Well, we can wait here forever.

Mathews can't.

They're movin' out.

(gunshot)

Number one boy.

No, the number one boy's out there with Felix.

Come on.

(car approaching)

(Ransom) Ann!

Ann! Ann, over here!

Run, quick!

(gunshot) Uhh!

There they go, towards the pool.

Stay here and keep low.

Get down there.

Get down there. Stay there.

I'm going after him alone, Dick.

You go back and stay with Ann.

This is my private war, Jim. I'll get Mathews.

Look, if anything happens to you,

who's gonna have the skill and authority

to clean this mess up?

I'm expendable. Now get going.

(laughs)

Too much tonic.

No sense of moderation.

Let's sit here.

Thanks for staying with me.

I feel better now.

Doctor's orders.

No danger of an invasion now?

Oh, I don't think so.

With Felix as the head of the islanders,

any stragglers from Mathews' group

should be flushed out soon.

(airplane engines rumbling)

A lot of planes.

That's probably the dawn patrol from Hickam Field on Oahu.

The sun's up.

Beginning of a new day.

Sunday, first day of the week.

First day of the world.

It's the beginning of a whole new world for us.

(airplane engines rumbling)

*