Across the Pacific Page #8

something that happened in a bathroom.

Dont be too sure. Maybe your plane

will never reach the Locks.

Maybe you overlooked something.

Could you suggest anything, sir,

that we might have overlooked?

What about your getaway?

We have a rendezvous

with an undersea boat.

I think youll discover, captain,

that nothing...

...absolutely nothing,

has been left to chance.

Maybe youre right, doc.

It seems you are.

You mind telling me how you got the plane

and torpedo parts into the Canal Zone area?

Not at all.

Piece by piece and bit by bit.

We brought them in cases

of otherwise innocent farm equipment...

...addressed to D. Morton,

Bountiful Plantation.

- D. Morton?

- Mr. Marlow, alias D. Morton.

Her father.

Where do you figure in all this?

I dont, Rick. I never did.

I told you that, remember?

I didnt know what was going on here.

I felt something was wrong.

His letters were so strange.

I wrote him that I would come down.

He said I shouldnt, I might be followed.

Then I got a telegram to go to Halifax

and take the Genoa Maru.

I was going to tell you

when I got the telephone call.

It was Father. He said to come quickly

and to make sure that I wasnt followed.

Thats why I left the way I did.

Nice timing, doc.

I take my hat off to you.

Thank you, sir. Americans are famous

for good sportsmanship.

Tell me, captain, would your attitude

remain the same... Impersonal, objective.

...were you to know that Smith,

Mr. A.V. Smith...

...was unable to act on your last words?

- Stay put, Rick.

- I see the knowledge does affect you.

Its nothing, captain, nothing at all.

They'rre only tuning up the motors.

We have a few minutes yet.

Youd better sit down, Rick.

What do you want?

I will...

Pathetic, is he not, sir?

This rugged individual. Look at him.

Eyes without focus,

flesh without feeling...

...lips with no tongue, utter decay.

He stinks.

Mr. Marlow is a thief.

A lazy, comfortable, drunken thief.

He absconded with his companys funds.

Escaped to Panama with his loot,

assumed another identity.

Felt conscience-stricken.

Mr. Marlows dipsomania enabled us

to introduce our nationals into his employ...

...under the guise of workers

and servants.

In due time, he became a prisoner on,

rather than the master of, this plantation.

Get up. Get up.

His Imperial Highness,

the Prince Kazuo Takamitsu Inoue.

Yeah, weve met before.

You the pilot, Oki?

His Highness asked permission

from the emperor to perform this mission.

As you see, Captain Leland,

I, too, was only kidding.

We have no wish to kill you,

Captain Leland, unless...

Okay, doc, Ill be good.

Joe.

You can sit down now, folks.

Nobodys going anywhere.

You guys been looking for a war,

havent you?

Thats right, Rick.

That'ss why we'rre starting it.

You may start it, Joe,

but well finish it.

Well see, Rick.

Dont get nervous, Rick.

I might lose control of this.

You know something, angel?

- What?

- I wish youd stayed in Medicine Hat.

Rick!

Rick.

Rick.

Well, now, take it easy, angel.

- Have you seen Lorenz?

- Yes, he was running towards the house.

Go ahead.

Whats the matter, doc,

haven'tt you got the nerve?

Youre a soldier, sir.

I appeal to you.

Bullet, here.

Some other time.

I ask you again.

- Do me the honor.

- No, I cant do it.

Youve got a date

with Army Intelligence.

Come on, doc.

You know, youre a great

disappointment to me...

...after that big speech you made

about weakness and decay.

Right on time, eh, doc?

Any of your friends in Tokyo

have trouble committing hara-kiri...

...those boys will be glad

to help them out.

Right down there.

Well, angel?

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