Four Frightened People Page #4

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Here, fella, it won't hurt you.

Excuse me.

I'm not on a diet either.

Why you... Stewart, it's no

use crying over spilled milk.

You've lived so long being

beaten thin by things...

that you shrivel up inside

to protect yourself...

and you forget that

anything outside exists.

Then suddenly, you round a corner...

Judy, are you listening? Yes.

You round a corner...

and break your glasses.

And realize they've been blinding

you instead of helping you to see.

But here you feel, deep in you,

and very small at first, a song...

that you thought you'd never hear.

It grows strong. Yes.

And you grow strong with it... Yes.

Until you sing,

too, and the singing...

All this is figurative, you understand?

I can't sing a note, really.

I'm married.

Oh.

What I had to be home in time

for was my wedding anniversary.

I was afraid not to be there.

Afraid.

Your turn at sentry duty.

The more poetry, the less fish, huh?

Yes.

It was beautiful.

I was just wondering, Stewart...

what it is that's been making me sort

of expand, be full of life and eagerness.

"Lost rubber expert

discovers God in jungle."

Right. Oh, keep quiet, Stewart.

Well, why doesn't he

get back there on watch?

Why is it, Stewart, that the

same experiences that expand me...

shrink you?

Same laundry. Must be a

difference in the materials.

Oh, excuse me.

The answer is, that out there...

everybody and everything reminded

me that I didn't amount to anything.

So I shrank into myself, out of sight.

Me, too.

Whereas out there everything told

Stewart Corder how big he was.

Headlines, radios, his name in type.

Without that here, he shrinks.

You know, I don't know whether I

want to find my way back to all that.

Me, too.

Applesauce.

Oh, well. An apple a day...

Did you mean that, that you

don't want to find your way back?

A few minutes ago I did.

I never wanted to see Chicago again.

There! I got it!

You from Chicago? I didn't know.

A lot of things about me you don't know.

I know I can't think

of anything but you.

Are you in love with

me? I'm mad about you.

No, you're just... Just an animal, eh?

I thought on the boat I'd waited

all my life to be kissed by you.

That I'd like it.

Well, I don't.

Doesn't a night like this

make even you think of love?

No.

We've been days walking in this bamboo.

Won't it ever end?

Look! Look, a camp!

- Maybe people.

- Anyone there?

Hey! Hey!

Our camp!

- Go find something to eat.

- Yes.

Gonna stay. Won't go any further.

Gonna die. What a story.

Stop it!

Sorry.

That feels so good when you touch me.

Judy, everything I've touched...

for weeks now, has seemed to be you.

I can't say any more.

Your wife. I know.

What is it?

I seem to have missed the train.

What the...

The rifle's gone!

Monkey stole the rifle, but I got him.

Monkey?

Sakai, Tuan.

- I didn't know it was a man.

- Sakai little hill native.

Can't see them. Nor hear them, Tuan.

Sakai go any place squirrel can go.

Cut throat of deer while it sleep.

Come on, then.

Get back of me, Judy.

Ainger, get that rifle!

Under tree, mem ketchil.

Impossible go further now.

Talk to them.

Sakai not understand

language. Very inferior native.

They're going to just kill us, Montague?

Oh, no, mem ketchil. Sakai

never shoot white man.

But we have kill one of them,

so they keep us here to starve.

Stewart, this will be a perfect time for

that rescue expedition of yours to show.

Maybe shipload of rice will

satisfy their dead brother's spirit.

I will deal with them.

No, no, wait! No, Montague, thanks.

No, they'd kill you. Oh, no,

Sakai never shoot white man.

Sakai afraid of white man's spirit.

Sakai very ignorant native. I know,

Montague, I know, but you see...

you're so sunburned now, they might

make a mistake and think you're...

Yes, and you yourself said they

were ignorant natives, so...

Oh, no, Sakai know white man.

To indicate to natives,

I go to them unarmed.

Sakai...

forever disgrace.

They have killed...

white man.

Best English make.

I'll go about that rifle.

No, you don't!

Stewart!

Judy, get down!

Arnold! Arnold!

Stewart! Stewart!

Pull out that thing.

One quick jerk. Stewart!

Let me lie down.

He's fainted. Stewart! Stewart, water!

Go and find some water!

Arnold! Arnold, say something!

Speak to me! Arnold! Oh, my darling!

Thank God the arrow wasn't poisoned.

You'll be all right.

No...

no poison could live

in me now, Miss Jones.

It was my soul that was killing me.

It's singing now.

They're still here, Arnold.

They're all around us, those little men.

No.

Listen.

The drums. They're

going away. No, no, no.

Thunder. Getting louder. Thunder?

Means rain. Water tastes good.

Thirsty. It's not raining, darling.

"The rain it hath a gentle sound."

"To him who's six feet underground."

"Quality of mercy not strained."

"Droppeth like gentle."

"Rain, rain go away

Arnold! "Come again another day"

Arnold, don't give

up! Oh, please, don't!

No! No, Arnold! Arnold,

do you hear me? Yes.

Tell me you love me.

You never have told me.

I love you!

"To love and to cherish,

in sickness, in health..."

"forsaking all others

till death do us..."

"Love and cherish..."

"sickness, health, forsaking all..."

"Mem ketchil."

"All wise men know

these things are true."

Arnold! Arnold!

Stewart! Stewart, he's...

Stewart?

Stewart, did you find water?

Yes. Well, hurry, cut us loose!

Oh, I won't let him

die! I won't let him...

Try again, Henry.

No, that was only fair, Henry,

only fair. You must practice more.

A backward child is a problem child.

That's what comes from having

babies every time one feels like it.

A tournament. A tournament.

What is Malay for "tournament"?

Oh, the chief does?

Why, of course.

Tabik, children, tabik.

Oh, pull yourself together, Franklin.

Oh, thank you so much.

Hello, Oscar!

Oh, thank you so much. They're lovely!

Did you want to see me?

That does not settle it! Now listen.

These women...

What if they do love their husbands?

They should not be permitted to

make plain savages of themselves.

Why...

Why, you nasty old man!

The birthrate here is appalling!

And if you think I'm going to

leave before it's corrected...

Kill me? You just try it.

You're afraid of your wives,

you lustful old cowards.

There.

Well, that's better.

Then I'll go, because, in the future...

they've promised that the size of

their families will be up to you.

I shall want an escort to Kintaling.

And remember, I've opened a

wedge of personal education here.

You men won't be able to ride

roughshod over your wives again.

Come in, madam.

How will you have it cut?

Opera cloak, or skirt

for walking on the avenue?

Arnold?

You're sure I can be everything to you?

Take the place of everything

you've left out there?

There's nothing but you.

And I see nothing, hear nothing,

breathe nothing that isn't you.

Let's go on, then.

There's a place deep in the

jungle I found while you were hurt.

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