The General Died at Dawn Page #5

All right.

Now throw it on the bed.

That's right.

Now, may I recommend care,

Mr. O'Hara?

Look before you leap.

And you, too,

Miss Perrie.

I may be fat, but I'm agile.

Now may I recommend

our next move?

Evidently, you may.

Tut-tut-tut-tut-tut.

The money isn't

on our dear dead brother.

Now, every impulse

of my carnal nature

says to stay here

and continue the search.

But every impulse

of my intellectual nature

says to move

the luggage and all

out of the approaching

Yang's wrath.

Am I, uh, understood?

Well, do it.

Oh, no, no, no.

You do it.

Mr. Wu. Call him.

Hello.

Ask Mr. Wu

to come up.

Take a seat.

And you, too.

Not so good.

Better luck next time.

Don't try it again.

Now, sit down

where you were.

Don't move.

Fatso was sucking around

for a little nectar.

No time to waste.

Did you find anything?

The girl knows

where it is.

Who is he?

Her father.

You kill him?

Yeah.

Watch him.

Bring the body here.

Fats will help.

Now,

you stay here

with Miss Perrie.

And you come with me,

my freelance friend.

But perfect,

positive quiet.

You hear me,

Fats?

I hear.

I will come back.

I was holding the fort,

General,

but they

nailed me down.

Yes? Who are you?

I heard they was

going to rob you, so l-

Very nice.

Find Mr. Brighton.

Bring him here.

Gentle.

O'Hara!

He's got

another one there.

Where is

Mr. Perrie?

Miss Perrie,

where is Mr. Perrie?

Dead. Killed.

In there.

Man who killed Perrie,

take money.

Give me.

Don't talk? Nobody?

I leave my men here to search,

and we, all good friends,

go on my boat.

Maybe then

somebody talk

what this is all about.

Take baggage, too.

It looks like

I'm the original boy

that took the watch apart

and couldn't put it

together again.

He don't shake hands no more.

Example of what

sometimes happens.

My man Wong here, uh, uh...

Expert.

Yes.

Very expert.

Can make

painfulness many, many ways.

See?

Big chop, little chop.

And person die very slow.

Your friend Mr. Chen

die too fast.

So you don't forget?

Hmm?

Now, which dog hide bone?

Miss Perrie, perhaps.

Now you tell me

where is the hiding place?

I don't know,

General Yang.

That's the plain

honest truth.

My man Wong, expert.

Expert.

She told you 50 times,

she don't- Shh.

Shush your Aunt Susie.

The water around here

is jammed with gunboats.

And you'll have one

on your tail any minute.

Optimist.

Yes.

Optimist, O'Hara.

Got fog. Got night.

But there will be a day.

Oh, plenty day,

but you'll never see it.

You, you, and you,

you all die

because destiny

don't fail me.

I looted 12 cities,

killed many thousands,

make great commerce:

Silk, rice, and opium.

Got big, great friends.

I am Yang.

Would somebody please

be good enough

to hide

Mr. Chen's face?

Let's put him up there.

Well?

Do you want me

to tell Yang, or will you?

Tell him what?

Where the money is.

Do you know?

Lady, this is

no time for games.

But I don't know

and that's the blank,

flat, honest truth.

Didn't you tell me in your room

at the hotel

you'd make a deal?

Didn't you tell me that...

You certainly knew

where it was then.

I thought my father

had it on him.

That's the truth?

That's the truth, and may I be permitted

to exercise the prerogative

of the outsider?

Now, may l-

May I make a suggestion

before he wakes up?

Sure, but if you're gonna

suggest chocolate,

I prefer vanilla.

This is how

I see it.

A girl is good for nothing,

and she knows it.

The only bright spot in her life

she can remember

is when she once

won a prize in school.

That's all right

because it only involves

the girl's life.

But then she begins

to get good people in trouble,

perfect strangers,

like you're in trouble now,

and Mr. Wu.

It sounds like the speech

that got you that prize.

Well, I don't care.

Even if

I got off this boat,

I don't know where

I'd go or what I'd do.

I've got a good, solid chunk

of anguish in me as it is.

Why don't I tell Yang

I know where the money is

and that I'll tell if he lets you off

the boat, and Mr. Wu.

You would do that?

Why not?

It won't cost me anything,

as the saying goes.

Except your

delicate little life.

Who's that a loss to?

Me, myself, and I?

Don't be a fool.

Don't you be a fool.

Let her do it, O'Hara.

Do you want this girl

to kill herself?

She got us here,

didn't she?

You think Yang

will fall for that stuff?

He might.

Otherwise,

it's finished.

I'll call him.

O'Hara!

This young lady

is about to present a lie

to Your Excellency.

She's going to tell

you she knows

where the money is

and reveal its hiding place

if you will release

her comrades.

You make decide?

Yes, and it's no lie.

But you'll have to release

Mr. Wu and O'Hara

before I tell you.

I don't care

what you do with him.

You make bargain?

Yes.

I don't take a chance.

If Miss Perrie knows,

we'll find out quick.

We'll take Miss Perrie

deeper in the ship.

Oh, Mr. O'Hara like her.

Very sad.

Too bad he never kiss her.

Yes. Too bad.

Maybe now make kissing

before Miss Perrie go

because maybe

he don't like her

when she comes back.

Can I tell you

something?

Sure.

Maybe we're

through here

and because

we're through,

I want to ask you

something.

Ask or tell?

Ask first, then tell.

Why did you pick me up

in Pengwa?

You needed the dough?

My father, he wanted

to get out of the country.

Honest?

Yes.

I would have helped you

before now, if I could.

Why?

Look, Judy,

life at its best

isn't much of a bargain.

Someday it may be different,

not now.

It's a series

of dumb accidents.

Now you're a great guy,

you scratch your finger,

blood poisoning.

What are you trying to say?

Look, you kicked out

one of my lungs

on the train.

You were properly sore.

All over.

I don't feel like that now.

I'm trying to say

you're wonderful.

That makes me a sap,

I know,

but it doesn't make

any difference

one way or the other now.

You know I'm wonderful, too.

You are.

Judy Perrie, darling,

we could have made

wonderful music together.

We could have worked

and made ourselves

a circle of light and warmth.

O'Hara,

I am so lonely for you.

Hey.

Where's my whisky,

Rastus?

Oh, dummies, huh?

Oh, I see.

I asked you for a drink,

and that's your answer.

Tough guy, huh?

Make me a prisoner,

will you?

Ah! Go away.

What are you doing?

Yeah,

put that tomahawk away.

Where's my whisky?

The Herr General

sends his regrets,

we have

no whisky aboard.

Ah, what kind of house

is this?

Ain't got

nothing to drink.

There must be

whisky in those bags.

Hey, what goes on here,

Sambo? What is this?

What did you say?

Do you see this?

Well, now you don't.

What's in these?

When I want something,

I want it when I want it.

Well, that's fine.

Why didn't

I think of that before?

Well, well, well.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Hey, wait a minute,

wait a minute.

Sit down.

That's American money,

and no Chinese can-

Sit down, please.

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