His Kind of Woman Page #8
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- 1951
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So come and get me.
There's no sense
for both of us to lose sleep.
Are you coming?
Come on, I've been known to miss.
Do it again, Thompson. I wasn't ready.
Are you coming?
All right, Thompson.
Turn around.
Thought you were a crack shot.
How come you didn't finish me?
I don't know. Maybe I was confused
and forgot which side your heart was on.
Or perhaps you don't have one.
Start walking.
Yes, what is it?
We'll go into this later,
but I think Ensenada's out.
- Let's find some smaller place.
- Yes, sir.
The engineer wants to repair that leak.
Milner's unconscious. If you're gonna
kill him, why not get it over with.
Kill him? But what about
our original plan?
Too risky.
If we bump into trouble with the feds
or the Mexican police...
...that mouth of his could finish it.
But his face could give you a new start,
Ferraro, don't forget that.
Okay. Why don't we keep his face, then.
Pump him full of lead.
Stow him below someplace.
And when we're out of this,
we'll go ahead with the operation.
That might work. Yes, that's all right.
But then, I don't know.
In death, the muscles generally tighten.
Sometimes the features
become grotesque.
Under any condition, it's not easy
for me to do this.
Then write the whole idea off.
I tell you, this guy's dangerous.
I want him out of the way.
Senor Morro, this yacht,
this is not a problem for my men.
- Perhaps the Navy or the Army...
- All I want is protection for my guests!
But only one man
has been killed positively.
You're wrong, lieutenant.
I have just accounted
for two more, positively.
Place him under heavy guard
and summon reinforcements at once.
Here, take his gun.
I must report this to the constabulary.
You can use the telephone in my office.
- Morro, we must seize the yacht.
- What for?
What for? Milner's out there alone,
facing tremendous odds.
Mark. Mark, I wanna talk to you.
It's too late for talk.
The time has come to act.
Act? When did you ever stop?
This isn't your affair, Mark.
Alas, why must I be plagued...
...by yammering magpies
on the eve of battle?
Listen to me, Mark.
If you go through with this madness,
you've lost me.
Then those are the fortunes of war.
As a matter of fact,
I thought I'd already lost you.
- The idea still has merit.
- Mark, how can you say that?
My dear, you don't understand me.
You never have.
Do you think I wanna go on living
in a make-believe world...
...fighting in Sherwood Forest
on stage six?
Oh, no.
You go back to Hollywood,
while I go on to real-life triumphs.
Or a glorious death.
Unhand me.
Mark, you're wounded.
'Tis not so deep as a well,
nor so wide as a church door.
What happened to Dan?
He is the object of a sea expedition
which I am now organizing.
- Take me with you.
- This is man's work.
- Women are for weeping.
- Listen.
I love Dan, and you've got to take me.
Oh, very well.
Come with me. Hold these.
If you insist on tagging along,
I want you properly dressed and equipped.
- Get what you need in there.
- Thanks.
- Good.
- Oh, Mark!
Mark! Mark.
Go ahead, get in there.
I absolutely refuse to share your bungalow
with another woman.
I am taking this key with me...
...and if that woman
is released before I get back...
...lady, by yonder blessed moon,
I swear...
Mark, you might not return.
If I'm not here by Wednesday,
chop that door down.
Mark, let me out!
Mark!
A fine example you're setting
before these loyal allies of ours.
One of your fellow Americans needs help,
What are you standing in? Cement?
- Wonderful.
- Thank you. Thank you. Here, catch that.
- I don't know a thing about guns.
- Go on, fall in line.
Count me in, Cardigan.
Well, what are your qualifications, sir?
My wife and I
have been here for 10 days...
...and this is the first chance I've had
to get away from her.
I know what you mean, old-timer.
Fall in!
Explain to them that survivors
will get parts in my next picture.
Too flabby. Replace him.
- What about that one?
- My wife's brother.
He serves with me
under certain conditions.
One of them is that he will not
be exposed to danger.
- Tell him to volunteer.
- I cannot do that, senor.
- I promised my wife...
- Lieutenant!
I am not a patient man.
Tell that rascal to fall in. He's drafted.
Since I am taking command here,
you'll act as gun bearer.
Now, soldiers, march away.
And how thou pleasest,
God, dispose the day!
Do you mind if I take care of this
in my own way?
But suppose I could silence him
and keep him alive too.
Doctor, what are you worried about?
Your fee?
I have been giving it some thought...
...and I believe we may have
the solution right here.
This is a very unusual anesthetic.
It was developed by the Nazis.
I had intended to use it
for the operation on you.
You keep talking about surgery.
- I said that was out.
- Let me finish, please.
This drug is a good anesthetic,
if used properly.
1.5 cubic centimeters.
But in overdose quantities,
this drug is very damaging.
For example, an injection of,
oh, let us say...
...7 or 8 cubic centimeters...
are destroyed.
The patient never regains his memory...
...and death usually follows within a year.
I don't like fooling with drugs.
Something is liable to go wrong.
There's always that chance
with anything, Ferraro.
Not with this.
Here's one anesthetic
where death doesn't follow in a year.
- Bring Milner up.
- Sure.
Ahoy there!
Stand by to be commandeered!
Smartly, lads. Look alive!
Senor, this boat is not yet ready.
Gangway. This is a war emergency.
- What are you waiting for?
- He is afraid of the water.
Tell that blockhead to get aboard.
There's enough wood
in his head to make him float!
Not there, you mutinous scoundrel.
Up front with me.
All right, full speed ahead!
There are too many hombres in this boat!
Stop counting hombres
and start that engine.
Full speed ahead!
Now would I give
...for an acre of barren ground.
Don't stand there jabbering.
Abandon ship.
A ship, a ship, my kingdom for a ship.
- Senor, this boat here, she is ready.
- Excellent.
Remind me to have you cited for valor.
Mates, we've beaten the sea itself.
Launch this craft immediately.
Look at him.
I hate him and his kind...
...for trying to keep me out of their country
when I got business there.
No welcher tells Ferraro where he can go.
Wake up, pretty boy.
Wake up.
I want you to see it coming.
Wake up!
Nick. When you're like this,
you make me nervous.
Get it over with.
We don't have time to fool around.
I want him to be fully conscious.
I don't like to shoot a corpse.
I wanna see the expression on his face
when he knows it's coming.
Wake up!
There's a boat filled with men.
I think it's police.
I told you there wasn't time.
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