Four Frightened People Page #3

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I thought you'd be different.

But you've all treated me so

much like a poor relation...

that I've wished all over

again I'd never been born!

Come, Miss Jones, I

apologize... Oh, you keep quiet!

Did I ask to be taken on this trip?

You shanghaied me.

Well, now that I know what I've

walked into, I'm walking out.

Hey, you can't get through

this jungle. I can't, can I?

Well, let me tell you something.

You've all made fun

of my name being Jones.

Well, my great-great-great-

grandfather was John Paul Jones.

He didn't write about

wars, he fought them.

Yeah! And the chemical he

messed around with was gunpowder.

What do you think of

that, you landlubbers?

Lend me that knife of yours.

She'll be back as soon

as she's had her cry.

All wise men know these things are true.

I know women.

You were pretty rough

on the child, at that.

Well, did she burn my shoes up,

or didn't she burn my shoes up?

- Miss Jones!

- Judy!

Let's call again. We must find her.

Let's all call together.

All right, ready?

Miss Jones! Judy!

There she is.

Stand still, or you'll get lost again.

Go away! Get back, quick!

That's a fine reception.

Perhaps she's still cross.

Be nice, Mr. Corder, and apologize.

Apologize?

Run! Go away! Go away!

I told you, you couldn't get through

this... There are savages all around here.

Semang.

Good heavens.

Look out! Here they come!

Keep back there!

Excuse me.

This portion of jungle

belong to this riffraff.

Well, explain to them who I am.

Well, permission to pass

will be granted, Tuan...

in return for payment of one

surprising big quantity of rice.

Oh, well, that's all right. Tell them we'll

send it to them when we get to Kintaling.

Come on, let's go. But...

this is highly embarrassing moment.

Must leave one lady

as surety for payment.

Poor dear.

But they're not cannibals, are they?

No, mem ketchil.

Well, then you won't have to

worry on that count, anyway.

They're not going to get away with this!

Oh? What are you going to do about it?

Ask Washington to send a battleship?

Montague! Tell them my paper has...

probably got an expedition

out looking for me by now.

It'll go hard with them if

they... Oh, don't talk so much.

Come on!

Let them go, please.

Tell them I'll go with

them. Only let them go.

Me? I?

The rice payment, mem ketchil, must be

made according to the weight of the lady.

No. No, I'll go.

Tell him to leave her and you'll

bring him double my weight.

Oh, nonsense, my dear.

Wait till I get this story on the wire.

Wars have started for less than this.

Now, now, dear. Don't feel badly.

After all, I am a little fat in spots.

Oh, Mrs. Mardick. Oh, yes.

Yes, I am.

You might mail this to my Alfred...

if you have an opportunity.

Goodbye. Goodbye, my dear.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

It's going to be very trying for

poor Judy with me out of the way.

So do remember you're both gentlemen.

As long as you can, I mean.

Au revoir.

This is...

Don't worry. We'll get you out of this.

All right, Montague, let us loose.

Humble apologies, Tuan...

but necessary I agree not to

release you till sun reaches there.

What? Anything else?

Yes, Tuan.

If rice payment not paid

in one moon, they kill lady.

He's bluffing. No, Tuan.

How long is one moon? A month.

Oh, well, that's all right,

then. Now that we know...

the way to Kintaling,

we'll make that easy.

But pardon, Tuan. We

do not know the way.

You asked those natives, didn't you?

White man, like I, must not

appear ignorant before natives.

Does that mean Mrs. Mardick

will be... Then we're still lost?

Can't you ever think of

anyone but yourselves?

I'll never stop thinking of

you, getting us into this.

If you hadn't had your little

cry... Oh, shut up, Corder.

Is that so?

Who asked you? I'm

telling you, you peacock!

If you hadn't made her cry, we

wouldn't have had to chase her.

My arm's coming off.

You don't think I'm

having any picnic, do you?

The information I've got for Washington...

Burning like a hot coal under your medals?

I know.

Ainger, I'm gonna make you

eat that sarcasm of yours.

Oh, stop it!

You're like two little boys

who've been kept in at recess.

I'm disgusted with both of you.

You're disgusted? Yes, I'm disgusted.

Can't I have feelings as well as you?

Well, I can.

And from now on, I'm gonna let them out.

If I've got to be lost, I'm going

to be lost the way I want to be.

And do all the things I've

wanted to do before I die.

She's hysterical. Now, now,

girl, you're acting like...

You've been acting as if

you were in a radio station.

And you, as if you were

at some stomach specialist.

You're a couple of sulky,

irascible, egotistical...

selfish men.

Montague, cut them

loose, and then follow me.

But chief say not till sun

reach... Did you hear me?

Yes, mem ketchil, in most elegant speed.

What's got into her?

She's turned into a woman.

It'll be worse now.

Tuan, all wise men know

these things are true.

Or more than one wife...

if you know what I mean.

You know, the children...

Now, just what would you say...

the birthrate in this village...

might be?

You see, that is my life's work.

Hurry that chow, Montague.

We got to get going.

Where's Judy?

Having bath, Tuan.

Get her, will you, Ainger? I'm hungry.

Get her yourself. I'm busy.

Skip her, then.

Still, someone ought to get her.

You know what happened last time

we ate without waiting for her.

I'll go if you will. All right.

Girls in every part of the world,

and you can bet I miss them here.

But I swear, this little

old maid stops me, she...

It isn't exactly

sporting of us, like this.

You think we ought

to cough or something?

Well...

Go away! Scat!

I'll get him!

Go away!

Well, don't just stand

there! Get my clothes!

You can't stay under

there! You'll get pneumonia!

Come out! I won't!

Let me go!

Let me go!

Let me go! Stop!

Let me go! Stop it, let me go!

Shut up! You're beautiful.

I'm sorry. Put me down!

Go away.

Sorry.

I didn't want you to get pneumonia.

Well...

That's all there is.

There isn't any more.

Can I...

Could I... I'd like your sash.

And I'd like you to go away.

Well, see you later.

If you hadn't been so fussy

about shaving every day...

You've ruined the blade.

No. That blade belonged to

Mrs. Mardick's first Alfred.

Big joke.

I thought you'd quit shaving.

Oh, a fellow oughtn't to

just give in to nature.

Let's remember that.

I mean, this girl's becoming a

problem, blossoming out like this.

I've got the answer

to that problem, fella.

Sit here, princess.

Napkin? Thank you.

Why didn't you let me know those eyes

were under those spectacles of yours?

I didn't know I could

see without glasses.

They told me I had to wear

them when I was little...

and I just did.

Pretty dress. Thank you.

Here, Montague. With humble

apologies, mem ketchil.

'Tis not good for the man to

drink the milk of the coconut.

It cools romantic instinct.

Here.

Not me.

I like that instinct.

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