The General Died at Dawn Page #4

all this money-

Oh, stop that.

Think about

buying what you want-

Are you picking up

that shipment or not?

Are you?

No.

What are you

going to do?

Get out of my way.

You won't tell anyone?

Won't I?

No. Because that

would be patricide.

Killing your own father.

You couldn't do it, Judy.

But you're murdering O'Hara.

You can do that.

It doesn't mean

the slightest,

dumbest thing to you that I haven't slept

for two nights because of him.

Oh, it's nice to talk

about "patricide"

and "poor father,"

but that

I'm crazy about the boy

doesn't make you

wink an eye.

Do you care about him or me?

Do you care about me

a nickel's worth?

Where are you going?

I don't know.

Will you tell him?

I might.

You wouldn't dare.

Maybe you're wrong.

Or right.

If I were

the heroine of a novel,

I'd know what to do.

Pull a plane

out of one sleeve,

a fat checkbook

out of the other,

get the Marines,

and put the situation

well in hand.

But this is a simple girl,

my lovey-dovey Pete,

one of the nameless legion

that always gets stuck.

Yes, your

black-hearted daughter

is up a dead-end street.

Useless, dumb.

But if you laugh

at him or me, I'll

I'll have

your life.

Take it

with my own hands.

The General say

you go.

Do you want to die?

Show me how

to get out of here.

Ah.

Mademoiselle plays

a very nice game.

May I join you, Mademoiselle?

Certainly.

Come along.

I regret,

Mademoiselle.

Really, really?

What is it?

I feel like a bag

of broken glass.

Chen.

It's not serious.

I will do it myself.

Get some hot water,

some iodine,

some bandages.

His clothes

are in my rooms.

Well, you may as well start

from the beginning.

What happened?

And that's the story in a nutshell.

I am sorry, Mr. O'Hara,

for everyone.

We can

never trust you again.

I don't expect it.

You were

lonely, huh?

Yeah, if you want

to put it that way.

In our cause,

my friend,

there must be

a minimum of loneliness

and a maximum of care.

Well, what next?

Next is to find

the girl.

I'll find her

and give her the works.

What is the good,

to give the works?

She knows who

Yang's agent is.

Mmm-hmm. Well.

I'll grab her

and make her cough up.

We'll have

to work fast.

Yang won't waste

a minute now he's here.

One thing is in our favor.

Yang's agent has not yet

contacted Mr. Brighton.

No?

No.

He has private plans,

it seems.

No, he...

It's that dame.

Huh? Well,

maybe you're right.

There was some guy,

some little guy.

Shanghai's a big town.

I don't know where

to start looking for her or him.

I suppose

you'll kill her

if you see her

or him.

In half.

Huh.

Mr. Chen?

I think maybe

we will soon have

that money again.

Hey.

What are you

trying to pull?

O'Hara's here.

Calm yourself,

calm yourself, my friend.

I think maybe

we soon fix everything.

Lay down, Sam.

I know it's not

my right to say it,

but I'm glad

you're alive.

Save your breath

because anything

you say

goes in one ear

and out the other.

What are you going to do?

You make the recommendation,

you're so talented.

You started

to beat me up.

You might continue

where you left off.

I might kill you,

that's a possibility.

Yes, it is.

First,

I want some information.

Answer precisely

and to the point.

Who employed you? Yang?

Yes.

When they took

the belt off me,

they gave it to a man.

Who was he?

L- I don't know.

A little fellow with a gray face,

sick-looking. I don't know.

Don't waste my time,

I'm warning you.

I'll tell you

whatever I can.

And don't give me that whiskbroom stuff.

Brushing me off.

Is it necessary to shout?

Where's the dough?

Listen, lady, you can be broken

in little pieces.

Little pieces,

very easy.

What's funny?

You think I care,

but I don't.

That's what's so funny,

Mr. O'Hara.

I could kill myself

for almost next to nothing.

Try carbon monoxide.

They say

it's pretty good.

O'Hara, O'Hara,

you're such a fool.

Sit down.

And this is the girl I loved

with vitamins A, B, and C.

Why are you

so hard like that?

Where's the money?

I wouldn't tell you if I knew.

You can't intimidate me.

This is Shanghai,

a public hotel.

You were doing illegal work,

running guns. You fell.

You were so busy

giving me a rah-rah talk,

you couldn't see

before your nose.

You want to speak to me,

speak as a person or not at all.

Not at all is

good enough for me.

There's no money here.

I didn't ask you.

The pig they made

this out of was luckier

than you're gonna be

before I get through.

You gotta

listen to me.

I want the cash.

I had nothing

to do with it.

You didn't get me

on the train?

Against my will.

Let me explain.

I know. You're working

a brother through school.

Please, if-

Or an old, sick father

needs care.

Let me tell you,

dreamboat,

don't think

I fell for you.

A tree with a flower on.

I'd have fallen for that,

the way I felt.

A fish on a dish

would have gotten me.

You don't have to

justify yourself.

You think you're pretty smart, don't you?

I'm sorry

you won't listen.

You're licked.

The money isn't here,

Mr. O'Hara.

Your gun won't help,

and your brawn won't help.

And your big mouth

won't help.

When I'm finished here,

we'll talk about

places where it might be.

Unless Yang gets here

before we're clear.

He's at anchor,

three miles out, personally.

He is?

I speak good English.

O'Hara,

the money isn't there.

Where is it?

Is Yang here?

Where do you suppose

I came from, the sky?

Are you being tricky?

You heard Yang say he'd pick up

the shipment himself.

Suppose you got

that money, most of it,

what would you do?

Would you let the person go

who had the money?

Maybe.

And give him a bonus?

This is

no bargain counter.

It is for you.

I'd have to ask.

Who?

Wu.

Then do it.

A $1,000

or $2,000 bonus.

You mean it?

I mean it.

Who's in there?

Where?

Behind that door.

I don't know.

But if I were behind it,

I'd keep it locked.

Don't you come in here.

Pete!

Stay out, now.

Wait!

Stay out, I tell you!

Who is he?

My father.

He's dead.

Get your hand fixed.

I'm sorry.

He's Yang's agent.

I'll have to get my belt.

You'll get your money.

I'll get it now.

Get out.

Please get out.

I'm sorry.

What must I do

to ask you to leave me alone

with this tired old man?

Do you want me

to call the police?

No, even if you could.

Do you want me

to scream and be heard?

I must get my belt.

Try your room.

I'm not sorry

for him.

He took a job.

He knew what it involved.

I'm sorry you had

to get into this mess.

I said it before.

You can't do this kind of work

and die in bed.

It was

my life or his.

It's got me nuts, too.

I like people

too much to shoot,

but it's a dark year

and a hard night.

Come on.

I'll have to take

whatever he's carrying.

Don't make me

go in that room.

All right.

You stay here and have

your sorrow out alone.

Hello.

Looks like you, uh,

murdered a man, brother.

Miss Perrie,

take his gun from him.

Miss Perrie, take his gun.

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