Return to Paradise Page #5

song we sing.

Morgan has the strength

of a hundred sharks.

With one finger he throws

his enemies across the reef.

You don't believe that?

Of course.

To do that,

you'd have to be good.

That is the truth.

Sometimes I even make fun

of my tama...

because they're not as strong

as you.

Your what?

The young men I go to

the beach with at night.

Look here, Turia, you've got

plenty of time for that.

Time for what?

I mean, take a steady fellow

like Rori, thas different.

Rori! He is like my brother.

Well, I mean to say,

you're too young.

My mother was young too.

What did she look like,

Mr. Morgan?

Was her hair long?

Yes.

And her teeth,

were they very white?

Very white.

Was she a strong swimmer?

I had a thought last night,

Mr. Morgan.

We will build a new house together,

a big, beautiful house.

I'm sailing. This afternoon.

This afternoon?

I only came here on business.

I can't waste time.

I'm due in Rarotonga next week.

When will you come back?

I don't know.

Where will you go

after Rarotonga?

Wherever there's a cargo.

Take me with you!

Don't be foolish, Turia.

Forget it.

Forget it!

I talked to Cobbett this morning.

If you need any money,

he'll take care of it.

I'm leaving in a couple of hours,

if you want to say goodbye.

I don't want to say goodbye.

I wish you'd never come.

Any weather reports, kid?

There's a bad storm.

We heard an Army plane in trouble.

I'm not interested in the Army.

See if...

There he is.

This is Army 457 calling.

Over.

Get Mr. Cobbett!

Tell him I heard the plane.

Army 457. Army 457.

This is Matareva. This is Matareva.

Bora Bora. This is Army 457.

We're in trouble.

Losing all pressure in port engine.

Do you read me?

457, this is Matareva.

Can you hear me?

Come in, Matareva.

457, can you see us?

Can you land here?

Matareva, Matareva. Have you

a level airstrip or level ground?

We have no level ground

long enough.

Could they land on the beach?

Of course not. Their only chance

is to crash land in the lagoon...

100 yards off-shore.

Crash on calm water

100 yards from shore.

I can't get there before dark.

Matareva.

They'll never find the lagoon.

We'll put flares on the motus.

Lights around the lagoon.

457. Can you land if we put

beacons around the lagoon?

Matareva, how will

I know where the shore is?

There's no place else to go.

Look for red and green lights.

Head between the green

and land short of the red.

Get a hundred men ready

with canoes and lanterns.

Kim Ling's got plenty.

Find some red and green cloth...

or paint.

I can furnish the colours.

I always felt there was a reason

to save these.

457. 457.

Everything's ready.

Lights all set?

All set.

Pilot, God will bring you in.

God is riding with you.

I thought, what a miracle if I live

to collect the $60 Faber owes me.

Is all right.

You jokers can laugh.

A miracle did happen.

I know it sounds incredible...

but after you gave final

instructions, I said...

"Well, here we go,

I'll meet you in St. Louis."

I head a voice, as clear

as I can hear yours...

and it said...

"Have faith,

God is riding with you."

What did it sound like?

Deep, powerful, speaking

right to me.

That was a miracle all right.

It never coulve happened without

all you people.

We found what every stranger

finds in these enchanted islands.

A courage and a hospitality which,

as a famous writer said, "Springs...

from the untutored and spontaneous

outpourings of your hearts."

- Terrific with words, Faber.

- Writes poetry for the Bulletin.

Will we try to by-pass

the Carolines?

I'm just a truck driver with wings

and a colossal ignorance of strategy.

One thing I'm certain of, if anyone

can strike hard and fast, is...

Uncle Sam.

Excuse me.

Speaking of miracles.

Hello.

Do you want something, Captain?

I'm glad you asked me that,

honey.

Like an angel, rising

from the flames of hell.

Thas how you looked

when I saw you.

I'm no angel.

The name's Harry.

Harry. Yes, Harry.

Turia, honey. I've a feeling of

knowing this island in my dreams.

Of knowing you for

a long, long time.

Of seeing you before...

of being in love

with an angel like you.

Morgan. If you still plan on leaving

tomorrow, you better forget it.

I've just heard there's another

storm on the way.

My glass reads clear.

I can only tell you that what I saw

looked very bad.

Take my advice,

stay right here.

What is it, honey?

Whas wrong?

Please, Harry...

I don't know.

Nicest people in the world.

I bet a fellow could come here after

the war, open up a little business...

and laugh at the world.

You'd have no time,

the way you dance.

That wasn't all dancing, a lizard

crawled up my lava-lava.

You shoulve worn shorts.

You've no dignity.

- The only one with dignity is Harry.

- Where is Harry?

Where do you think? I know where I'd

be if I had a cute dish like that.

Morgan. What are you doing

at this hour?

Didn't feel much like sleep. Where's

that hurricane you said was coming?

Hurricane? Did I?

Oh, yes, dreadful.

Went out to sea. Low pressure area,

shifted over to the North.

Get a load of this. Here's

a poem he's writing to Turia.

"My angel of the flames, I have

loved the fair Turia...

- when the moon was on the wane...

- I've kissed her lips divine and...

If I know Faber, he'll be making

a three-point landing by midnight.

- That beetlepuss Morgan's her father.

- You're kidding?

She's his daughter

by a native woman...

only he's ashamed to admit it.

Where is he?

Where's Faber?

- I don't know, sir.

- Come on, les take a walk.

Is hard to keep secrets

in Matareva.

The low-down, sneaking rat...

Not really. He's more like

a bird of passage.

They want to see strange places

and love strange women.

But is hard on the places,

and very hard on the women.

You knew.

Why didn't you stop it?

Because I wanted you to.

I'll kill him!

Thas an absurd solution.

Well, he'll marry her.

Nonsense. I tried that once too.

Morgan, once I'd have rushed in to

wield the rod and not looked beyond.

Now, I'm not sure.

Are you telling me to stand by and do

nothing while he breaks her heart?

No, Morgan, but if you interfered

and ran off forever...

can't you see you'd wound her

more deeply than a thousand Fabers?

Don't hurt the child...

unless you're prepared to stay

and heal her.

Goodnight, Harry, dear.

Let me come in

for a little while.

The widow Tini...

Look, you told me she was with

a sick friend.

She won't be back until morning.

Just for a little while...

Good evening.

You write this?

I guess I did, sir.

Get out. We don't want

your kind on our island.

Don't listen.

Keep out of this.

I didn't save you so you could

make a fool of my daughter.

You come here like birds of passage.

Is too rough on the women.

Wait...

For what? You're coming back to

settle down after the war, are you?

Forget it. I'm leaving in the

morning and you're going with me.

Sorry, but I've orders to wait.

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