Miss Sadie Thompson
- APPROVED
- Year:
- 1953
- 91 min
- 60 Views
- Send it over.
- You're coming in loud and clear.
- Roger. Out.
- Send it to me when you have time.
The Orduna's in.
Pick up this gear in the mail.
- Any word on my discharge?
- No.
- How she look today, O'Hara?
- Better than yesterday.
When she looks good,
you've had it.
That's the day they take you
off this rock.
Never seen it to miss.
Won't be long.
- Come on!
- What's the rush?
You're disturbing the peace.
Okay, teacher.
Wait a minute!
Where you going?
- Good to see you, Mrs. Davidson.
- Hello, Mr. Harris.
- Dr. And Mrs. McPhail.
- How do you do?
- Your first trip to the islands?
- Since the war.
A sentimental journey?
- How are you, Mr. Davidson?
- Fine, fine.
- It's been a year.
- Everything's in order this time.
The governor is expecting you.
Sorry, we don't have much time.
- Would you take us to the mission?
- Certainly.
My father built
his mission there.
- In more ways than one. They all are.
- It takes vigilance to keep control.
- To be friendly with the natives?
- To put it bluntly, yes.
- Any success?
Well, we do our best.
I'll have the luggage transferred.
All right, you guys, off it.
Here it comes.
I'll turn it around.
- Sarge? What kind of gear's coming in?
- Refrigeration unit.
- Bear a hand.
- How could that freeze anything?
I can't see her face.
Two years on this rock,
and you wanna see her face?
On a raft once, off Guadalcanal...
...something like that came straight
at me. Went right past me too.
- That's some piece of equipment.
- I'll unpack it.
- You need help?
- I'll handle it.
- Who spotted it?
- Stand off. It's an order.
- You pulling rank on us?
- Yeah! Get on the gear!
She'll hit this rock
like an A-bomb!
- Hey, yo-yos!
- Knock it off!
Share and share alike!
All right, come on!
- Easy does it, miss.
- Thanks.
What do you know? Marines.
I'm right at home.
Got me a couple hours.
What's to do around here?
Grass skirts, hulas?
That island stuff?
I'm in charge of the tours.
- Leaving when?
- Now.
- Sergeant, you twisted my arm.
- Get the gear.
Yes, sir, sarge.
- Oh, my luggage!
- Get it up here! Hurry!
- My record player!
- This all?
Yeah.
- You can see better back here.
- Thanks.
- Get the wheel.
- You heard him.
Both of you, on the double!
Griggs, hurry up with that mail.
Wait for the mail!
- My back!
- That's pretty!
- How about I sit up front?
- No, you're classified.
- Classified what?
- Top secret.
- Says who?
- Sgt. O'Hara.
- And Private Griggs.
- Sadie Thompson.
Hi, Sadie.
Mail call!
What's wrong with you?
Hurry it up!
Back her up!
Watch yourself.
You're not driving a tank.
Safe and sound, Sadie.
Where we at?
- Bill's place.
- Don't you have any doors around here?
Take her away!
- That was fast.
- The island's mostly restricted.
Anything cold to drink?
- Go away. It's Sunday. Me no open.
- Sure, except for us.
Hi, Bill.
Something cold and tall.
Me no Bill, me Chung!
Bill long time dead.
Hurry, or you'll join him!
- Me no want trouble.
- Hey, Sadie!
- You want pineapple juice?
- Hey, no take. No take.
Anything, just so it's cold.
- It's hot as a hot water bottle.
- It'll ease up when it rains.
- It's all secure.
- Where's the truck?
- Down the street.
- Get it back to the base!
I just got here!
I ain't been introduced yet!
- Shove off.
- Where you going?
- Where do you think?
- Sadie's gear is in the truck, right?
- That's right.
- You heard the lady. Oblige her!
Glad to.
Excuse me, Sadie.
- Get on the door.
- What for?
You wanna keep this private, right?
- For who? You?
- We'll rotate every 15 minutes. Fair?
You have till 1100 exact.
Then I take over.
All right.
The more you drink,
the more you gotta drink.
It's the heat. There's enough sweat
in the South Pacific to float a ship.
- Sorry, guess that hit you rough.
- I don't mind.
We forget how to talk to girls.
You're doing okay.
- Where you heading?
- New Caledonia.
Got a job waiting for me.
- What's it like down there?
- The exhaust pipe of the world.
This rock's a deep freeze, compared.
Anything goes.
You won't like it.
As the Japanese say, I should worry.
It's not the first time
I've been away from home.
Open up.
Open the door!
Two meatheads coming.
- They see her gear?
- By leading them here?
- I was in the street!
What could I do?
Lock the doors.
Get the place secure.
Secured!
I'll have the board send
an x-ray machine.
- Anything else?
- We need more penicillin and bibles.
I'm happy to say
the old ones are worn from use.
You'll get what you need.
That's the point of an inspection.
- Good morning.
- This hospital is so well-equipped.
It never was
until Mr. Davidson took over.
I have certain persuasive
powers with our trustees in Boston.
- You do well with tropical diseases.
- They're simple to fight.
- Simple?
- Compared to immorality.
- Though things seem to have improved.
- Yes, indeed.
I presume it's time for services.
This is great!
- These men don't respect the Sabbath.
- They mean no disrespect.
See the effect of that music
on the natives? Excuse me.
How about some beer?
- It's my treat, O'Hara.
- Not when I'm around.
Live it up!
You'll be dead a long time!
No, missy.
No beer on Sunday!
she gets it.
No, I don't want to
get him into trouble.
Sorry, fellas.
No beer today.
Sing it up!
- Mr. Davidson! Come in.
- That won't be necessary, Mr. Chung.
Look see. No drinks on Sunday.
No beer. Only pineapple juice.
In the future, I wouldn't
open this place on Sunday.
- For any reason.
- Yes, sir.
Hey, fellas! My boat!
Come on, it's been fun!
I'll be seeing you!
Hey, my baggage!
It's just my heel.
- Are you a passenger for the boat?
- Yes.
Your boat's been quarantined.
A sailor came down with typhus.
- Sadie's marooned?
- For a week.
Great! Beachhead secured!
Like the Chinese say,
I should care.
- Any hotels here?
- You got the suite next to mine.
Don't pay any attention.
You come to my quarters...
There's only one place to stay.
Let's go before it rains.
Drive us over to Horn's.
- Mama, Papa! Mr. Davidson!
- Go on, play!
Joe! Business!
Joe, wake up!
Say hello to customer!
- Tell them to go away.
- You no hear. Mr. Davidson!
Davidson? What the heck is he doing?
Joe, wait. Your pants.
- Tell him we're all filled up.
- You want me lie?
Joe get into trouble!
Ameena, you're a washout.
- You didn't win the war this way.
- You heard her!
Hi! What's your name?
- Mary Horn!
- Betty Horn!
- Tommy Horn!
- Debbie Horn!
- Quite a woman.
- Who?
Mrs. Horn!
Come on, Horn!
Get up!
Let's go, you old sack!
Chop-chop!
So this is where I park?
Make the best of things today.
- It's bound to be worse tomorrow.
- Count on me, Sadie!
- Me too!
- Relax, fellas!
You'll burn out your bearings!
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