Return to Paradise Page #6

You know what to do

with your orders.

Mr. Morgan...

Get out, Harry.

Go on, is finished.

Harry.

Later, I will wait for you.

He loves me. He'll marry me.

He's no good for you.

Leave me alone. Go away!

Please Turia, listen.

I didn't want to see you hurt.

I just did what I thought was best.

I haven't been much of a father...

Go away. You're not my father.

I never want to see you again.

Please deliver this to Naval Command

in person.

All right. Any other letters?

Everybody I know

or care about is here.

I'll have someone bring

a boat in before too long.

Not you?

Not me.

But I'll tell you something,

Cobbett.

When I came back here

this time...

it was like...

like coming home.

And when I saw Turia...

Sounds crazy, I guess,

but...

way down deep,

I didn't want to leave.

I wanted to stay here with her...

for the rest of my life.

But, thas out, for good.

Morning, gentlemen.

You boys ready?

I've news for you.

You're going to sail alone.

How's that?

Don't blame me.

Orders from Captain Faber.

He's decided to wait

for the Navy boat.

After all, you've no authority here.

Where is he?

At the lagoon.

Tell him to be on the wharf

in three minutes...

and that I'm coming down,

to help!

I'll give him your message,

but I can't promise he'll listen.

Those half baked punks!

The people wrote a song

in honour of their departure.

They'll be disappointed

if they can't sing.

They'll sing.

Careful. You're not as young

as you were.

If you think I can't...

Of course you can. You know, Morgan

I've often wondered...

how you'd have fared with

the wardens if you hadn't had that...

shotgun.

You know, Cobbett.

I'll tell you a secret.

After those first two shots,

it was always empty.

It still is.

This is the hour...

to say goodbye...

and we are shaking hands...

with the American fliers...

from the far away ocean...

they must return to the war.

If you return to the war...

don't forget our happiness.

Turia...

Turia.

Oh, Rori. He was only making fun

with me.

Now I have no one.

You have Rori.

And you have your father.

I think he would like

to say goodbye.

We ought to pray

in a silent land...

till we meet again...

Goodbye! Goodbye!

Take her out,

I'm staying home this time.

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