Farewell to the King Page #2

And after that, there's the sea.

They'll have to leave us a way to the sea.

Who? The Japanese?

No, the others. The rest of the world.

After the war.

We need salt from the sea.

What's life without a little salt, eh?

As I said, you can no longer avoid history.

Look, when I said I was a deserter,

I meant it.

I quit your world and your war.

This is a better world I live in.

They don't know about your war.

I'm their king,

and I don't want them to know.

It's almost over, anyway.

You can finish it without me.

And the Japanese?

The jungle's a big place.

They'll wander around till they die

or somebody finds them, but it won't be me.

Figure it this way. You're lucky.

I could sell your heads to the Japs.

Well, Tenga?

Yes. Well, sir,

you do have to see it his way, sir.

I mean,

he really doesn't need World War II, sir.

Yes, but World War II needs him.

He just doesn't bloody well understand,

that's all.

You know, sir, this place is not half bad...

if the sun would come out.

Old Learoyd might know

what he's up to, sir.

Watch it, Sergeant.

Don't let this life seduce you.

Remember, you're British.

No, sir. I'm African, sir.

Kikuyu, the King's African Rifles.

I'm almost a savage.

You're British, sir.

Yes, thank you, Hornbill.

This is Semit One,

acknowledging end of transmission.

Over and out.

Your reply from Hornbill, sir.

"As far as your mad American,

make use of him as necessary...

"but arrange earliest possible evacuation."

- Yes, we could expect that, eh, Lionel?

- Yes, sir.

Can't have any kings

save the one in London, sir.

You think she understood us, sir?

Yes. Maybe not the words,

but she understood.

Morning, sir.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, sir.

I hope you know, sir,

those are the largest boots in all of Asia.

And perhaps the world, for that matter.

Good morning, ladies.

- Good morning, sir.

- Good morning, sir.

Good morning, sir. Good morning, sir.

Good morning, sir. Good morning, sir.

I'll be damned.

You! Yeah, you!

- You did this with your radio!

- Yes, we have a radio. You know that.

Well, the Japs heard it.

They know you're here.

Well, more or less.

If we can hear them, they can hear us.

And if we stay on a bit too long,

they can triangulate...

and I suppose we stayed on too long!

Look, I'm sorry.

Well, it's simple then.

I kill you and break your radio!

Well, they'll just send another man

with another radio!

Listen, you can no longer avoid history!

- I'm sorry. I've said that!

- Shut up. History?

The world's so full of crap,

sooner or later, you're gonna step in it.

You call that history?

It won't go away.

You've got some feathers in your hair.

I want a deal.

A treaty. An ambassador with a sash.

The whole banana.

- Who's the boss?

- Colonel Ferguson, Zed Force.

No, no, no! The kingfish! The big guy!

- The banana! Top guy!

- That'll be MacArthur.

MacArthur? You expect me to make a deal

with the guy that ran out on me?

He came back.

- Well, I'll forgive him.

- He'll be grateful.

Yes, I'll bet so.

- What do you want?

- Freedom to be like we are.

- Anything else?

- Guns. So they can't take the freedom away.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

And grenades, mortars and mines,

so they can't take the guns away.

Yes, I'll see what I can do.

No treaty, no war.

You'll do it all right. You'll do it.

I know your bosses.

You made us hungry. You hurt us.

Worst of all, you hurt our feelings.

I know,

because I was in the labor movement.

I was a renegade. I was in jail.

Hell, I was a Communist!

If you were a Communist...

how can you be a king?

Only a Communist would've thought of it.

I wouldn't stay in there too long.

That's where the pigs sh*t.

Parachutes. Parachutes.

Well, what do you think?

Knocked them in the eye, eh, Your Majesty?

They were promised an arrival from the sky.

They've seen it. They are content.

She wants to touch them

to make sure they're not ghosts.

I'm Learoyd. This is my daughter.

Yeah, Dave Corbett, demolition.

Dynamite Dave.

- I'm an American like yourself.

- Is that so?

Where are you from, Dave?

Ventura, California.

A little town just north of Los Angeles.

Lots of orange trees.

- California. Must be nice.

- It is, sir.

Have you ever seen Dorothy Lamour?

Oh, mama.

- She must be something, huh?

- She is, sir. I mean, Your Majesty.

I asked for first rate NCO's as advisors...

so that your personal authority

could gradually replace Learoyd's power.

What, you mean the King, sir?

Well, he seems a good bloke.

- Is he really a king?

- For now he is a king.

- Your name, Sergeant?

- Conklin, sir. Team sergeant.

- How do you do?

- This is Armstrong.

Bren Armstrong. Heavy weapons.

- Dynamite Dave. Demolition.

- How you doing, sir?

- American?

- OSS, sir.

- Stretch Lewis, mate. How are you?

- Very good.

- Sergeant Lionel Tenga, my radioman.

- Hi, Tenga.

Now I want to stress from the start

that we represent Great Britain here...

the civilized world and all that it entails.

We're bringing modern warfare

to these savages.

This is a heavy responsibility.

- Sir?

- Yes?

What's the deal on the women?

Are they free?

Now you're talking.

Artillery. Well, that's something.

- You think they can grasp it?

- Yes, it's quite simple, sir.

It's like their blowpipes, only bigger.

Teach them that and they won't be savages

any longer, will they?

You've got that well organized, haven't you?

Our days passed.

And then an incident

at old Sengar's longhouse on the Srai.

What is it?

See, it can go off like this at any time.

If a girl has a child, and she dies...

then they kill the baby.

Now, a girl from this village here,

she had a child.

She had a son, and she died.

Well, what's the fuss?

Why are they moving apart?

Because the father is from our village.

He's a noble, an aristocrat.

He took the girl. She died.

Now if they kill his son...

it will start a feud, a blood feud.

Who is the father?

My brother, Gwai.

Where is the child?

Bring me the child.

These laws do not apply to me,

and I come from far away.

So I can kill the child, as is the way.

My child. This is my child.

Why would you have killed this baby, huh?

Why?

Why would you have let me?

I've seen you do all manner of things.

But now...

I've seen you King.

- Do you think he's sleeping with her?

- No, no, no.

He says he loves his wife, and I believe him.

What's the point of being king

if you can't have the girls?

Well, he can have anything he wants,

but he doesn't.

Well, a man is a man.

You know him as well as I do.

I think he's hiding something from us.

There must be something.

You have no wives.

Who's going to keep you warm at night?

She says you would enjoy

the luster of her thighs...

and the velvet texture of her belly.

That is if you're not too tired.

Did she really say that?

Well, you're twisting my arm, sir.

There's no greater pleasure

than a woman's love.

No, no.

As you once told me,

"War must be chaste and the warrior pure."

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