China Seas Page #8

I'll be tied up for weeks at the hearing.

Now, Alan, dear,

what are you trying to tell me? Be frank.

That's just it. I want you to escape the

frankness thrown around the next weeks.

Everybody will know about it, read about it,

even at home, the people you know.

But you can live down a scandal

if you want to.

Yes, but this will have

an official stamp on it.

I'll have to get up in court,

tell the whole story.

I want to, Sybil, because I'm involved.

In fact, I'm as guilty as she.

Guilty? What nonsense.

How could you be, Alan?

I am, though.

She tried to warn me about MacArdle,

I wouldn't listen.

I nearly threw her out...

...with as dirty an insult

as a man could give a woman.

- That's not like you.

- I don't know why.

Except, I'd just seen her

in MacArdle's cabin.

I didn't think she could skid that far.

Then you're really in love with...

...this old tub, after all.

No. No, but it's that too.

After all, you can't pile up six years of

something, and then just leave it in a flash.

No.

No, of course not.

Well, I'm off to the hotel.

I'll take the next boat home.

You know, I came 15,000 miles

to find you, Alan.

Now you're further away

than you ever were.

You wouldn't like

that fireplace in Sussex.

I think that's what

I've been trying to tell you.

Sybil, aren't you clinging to something

that I could never be again?

Yes, perhaps I am.

And I think that's the only beautiful way

it ever could be.

Goodbye, Alan.

Goodbye, Sybil.

Come on, you old large, limping sea gull.

Come to the office and resign.

Don't worry, I'll resign soon enough.

All I've gotta do is

scratch my name on paper.

Around this madhouse, there's a million

things to do before you do what you want.

I'll make it up to you. Honest, I will.

Hey, you're just the guy.

Where can I pick up a string of

real pearls for the missis?

Yes, I'll be very glad

to arrange it for you.

That's a pal. I told you I'd

square it with you, poopsie.

You've squared it beautifully.

- Bank sent for the gold, sir.

- All right, turn it over to them.

But there isn't any gold, sir.

The boxes were full of sand.

Oh, yes, yes. So they were.

The shipment's in the toolbox

of the steamroller.

Steamroller? Tool box?

That stumps me, sir. I never would

have thought of looking for it there.

No. I was counting on that.

So you decided

to make the trip after all.

Yes. Yes, I just came along

looking for local color.

Local color, phooey. If anybody

could get local color, I can get it.

Old Ringside Kid with an

eye like a hawk. Old hawk-eye.

These streets are in deplorable condition.

Quartermaster, fish him out before he

soaks up all the local color in the harbor.

Aye, aye, sir.

Come in.

- Is the police superintendent ready?

- He'll be here any minute now. Come on.

- Goodbye, Isabelle.

- Goodbye, Miss Dolly.

You sure been mighty good to me,

even if they does hang you.

Well, there's the old Kin How.

Aren't they ever gonna paint

that smokestack?

Boy, how you used to crab about it

when you were first mate on her.

Seems like a thousand years ago.

You don't need to talk if you don't want.

I was doing it for those mugs back there.

That's what I thought.

Never seen you overlook an audience.

That's more like it. It's good

to have you barking at me again.

Always worrying about your performance.

You care about nothing except the act.

- What are you crying for?

- I can't help it.

Get in there,

and quit that blubbering.

- Now, listen to me.

- I'm all ears.

My job ends when I turn you over to

the police. From then on, I'm on your side.

What's the use? I'm gonna

plead guilty and take what's coming.

- You're going to tell the truth.

- Sure. That's the least I can do.

I'm going to tell the truth. That you

tried to warn me, that I was drunk.

- No, you weren't.

- I was dead drunk.

You big clunk, you'll gum up the works.

You'll ruin yourself.

You'll bust up your

whole career if you do that.

- There's nothing else. It's your only chance.

- Never mind me. What about her?

- She's going back to England.

- Back to England?

- But you love her.

- She's leaving on the next boat.

You can't let her.

You're still in love with her.

- Don't tell me what to do.

- You're still in love with her.

- Don't yell, I'm not deaf.

- You poor sap, you love her.

- Don't call me a sap.

- You love her!

Yes, I love her!

But not the way I do you.

Toots, you can't. That ain't fair.

It ain't right. A no-good dame like me.

- I'll always have you in trouble...

- No, you won't.

Married life will slow you down plenty.

You...

You'd marry me?

Well, no, not if you're gonna

make it such a blasted favor.

You poor sap.

Come in.

Good morning, captain.

- Good morning.

- Here's your receipt for the prisoners.

Yes, all right.

I'll be over as soon as I get through.

- Anything you want...

- Anything I...

Toots, I got everything.

Come on, superintendent,

let's get on the horse.

- What about a nip to cool that aching brow?

- No, no. Fix one for yourself.

I gotta get around to court.

Somebody'll have to protect that judge.

Those shoes are

disgraceful on a ship's officer.

- A hose coupling broke...

- Hose couplings shouldn't break.

Change the hose and

change your shoes, Mr. Kingston.

"Change your shoes, Mr. Kingston. "

Piracy, typhoon, a disabled ship swung into

port, his sweetheart on her way to jail...

...and all he can say

by way of conversation is:

- "Change your shoes, Mr. Kingston. "

- That bark of his is all front.

- He's really pretty sick-at-heart.

- Sick? The man hasn't got a heart.

Perhaps not, Mr. Kingston.

But whatever it is he has,

he gets things done.

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