The Scavengers

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(dramatic orchestral music)

- Well, kanpai ex-partner.

- Kanpai.

When are you leaving Hong Kong?

- Oh, no hurry.

I don't have to be in Manila

'til the end of the month.

- [Mr. Puan] What does

Marissa say about it?

- Haven't told her.

- A good girl that one.

I like her.

- Yeah, she's a good girl.

I'm gonna feel bad

about leaving her,

but I'm leaving just the same.

- I think you're making

a big mistake, Stuart.

You don't even know if

Philippinel Ranch will take you.

- We'll see.

- What are you really

looking for, Stuart?

- A fella named Stuart Allison.

He's been gone a long time.

If I don't start looking for

him pretty soon, I may...

- What's the matter?

(expression in foreign language)

- Marion?

(boat horn blowing)

(whistles blowing)

(intense orchestral music)

(footsteps)

- Making us another

little visit, I see.

The usual thing, eh?

Drunk.

- [Stuart] I didn't start it.

- Of course not.

Still.

It does happen to you with

almost haikuic regularity,

doesn't it?

- Hearing on Friday, 10:00 a.m.,

municipal court, room 16.

- A few parting words

if you don't mind.

We have treated you

rather decently thus far

under the circumstances,

but we really don't

like smugglers

even if they happen

to be Americans.

I'm afraid we are

bound to great more

and morals as time goes by.

Most unfortunate.

- Well don't sweat over it,

I just went out

of business today.

- Really?

How did that happen?

- I was offered a job in Manila.

Sold my interest in a boat.

- So Mr. Puan now takes over

sole management of the firm?

- I'm going into the

fishing business, Inspector.

- No doubt about it.

Well, good luck to both of you.

So nice to have had

this little chat.

(daunting orchestral music)

(footsteps)

- Bourbon.

(bouncy orchestral jazz music)

(coin clanking)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic orchestral bursts)

(thudding)

(footsteps)

- Hey what's going here?

- [O'Hara] No, no, no.

They did not get anything.

- American?

- Officer, they went that way.

I think you can

still catch them.

- Who?

- The robbers.

Two of them.

And they were

hidden in the dark.

And as I past them,

they jumped me.

Fortunately, this

gentlemen came along.

They did not get my wallet.

- What did they look like?

- They were bigger than me.

It was so dark,

and it happened so suddenly.

- [Voiceover] Hey, come on here.

- You wait here.

- You wanted to talk?

I'm listening.

- Do you like chestnuts?

- No, and I wouldn't

like to Tango

with you again,

but I will have to.

- My name is Casimir O'Hara.

It's not really a strange name.

It just happens to be

Chinese, Filipino, Irish.

- Why were you

following me all day?

- You're looking for a

woman named Marion Kramer.

Is that correct?

- You know where she is?

- What do you know

about Ms. Kramer,

and what do you have

to do about her?

- Just this, she just doesn't

happen to be Ms. Kramer,

she's Mrs. Stuart Allison.

(laughing)

- Try again Mr. Allison.

I have been acquainted

at Ms. Kramer

for almost five years now.

- And she walked out

on me six years ago.

I was a flyer in the Korean War.

I left her in Tokyo.

When I got back she was gone.

Just disappeared.

She could've been

dead for all I knew.

Can't you understand?

She just vanished,

walked out on me.

I was only married

to her two months

when I got called

back in service,

and I knew her a couple

of weeks before that.

Her going off like that

came out of left field.

All I could do was look for her.

Spent every dime I had.

Even begged,

borrowed, and stole.

Only thing was important

was gettin' her back.

And now I don't know what for.

- Would you kill her?

- [Stuart] What?

- It's a reasonable question.

A man can store up a great

deal of hate in six years.

Is that the way

you feel about her?

- No.

- All right, Mr. Allison.

I will tell you

where to find her

on one condition.

- What's that?

- That you meet me at the

lobby of your hotel tomorrow,

and tell me all about

your meeting with her.

- What's your angle?

- I cannot answer that

for the time being.

You will have to

take me on trust.

- OK.

- You will find her at

this address tonight.

It is sort of an

exclusive place,

but they will let you

in if you show this note

to the man at the door.

About our meeting tomorrow.

Do not approach me or

show any recognition of me

until I've come to you.

- Is Marion in any

kind of trouble?

- We might talk

about that tomorrow.

One thing more, Mr. Allison,

I would suggest

that from now on,

you proceed with

extreme caution,

as if your life were

in grave danger.

That is all I can tell you now.

(daunting orchestral music)

(door slamming)

(engine purring)

(crowd chattering)

- All done.

(door shutting)

Sorry sir, private room.

- Is the manager's

office in there?

- That way.

(thudding, rustling)

- Taklo, this is a friend.

Hello Stu.

Did you come looking for me?

- Let's get out of here.

- You want to?

- We've got a lot to talk

about, don't you think?

- All right.

(footsteps)

(slow orchestral music)

Don't turn on the lights, Stu.

I like quiet, dark places.

Something so

soothing about them.

Something so present

you could almost touch it.

Do you know that about me, Stu?

You always thought I was a

little crazy, didn't you?

How long has it been?

Five years, six years.

A long time ago in

a different world.

Sometimes when I look back,

it's like it happened

to two different people.

- It happened to us, Marion.

- Yes I know.

Give me a cigarette.

(slow, romantic

orchestral music)

Do you hate me?

Do you?

- No.

I don't know if that answers

your question though.

- You haven't changed

at all have you, Stu?

- I've changed.

- All means nothing to you now?

- I don't know.

- I thought about

you a great deal.

You don't know how many times

I've wanted to come back to you.

- But you always

managed to talk yourself

out of it, didn't you?

- Does it have to be like this?

Couldn't you just

believe me once?

Try to understand that I--

- Understand?

How do you expect

me to understand?

Marion, for three years lookin'

for you was my whole life.

I gave up everything that

meant anything to me.

I didn't know what made you go.

I didn't know why

you disappeared.

You could've been forced to

or you could even be dead.

All I could do is look for you.

I kept that up as

long as I could.

But I couldn't

keep it up forever.

And after a while, even

that didn't make any sense.

- We had a good

thing, didn't we?

- [Stuart] You want the truth?

I don't remember.

- Don't hate me, Stu.

Help me.

I'm all alone.

Please help me.

- Why did you do it, Marion?

- Don't ask me any questions.

Just be with me.

Just be with me.

(orchestral music)

- Marion?

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Who is it?

Just a minute.

He says it's your travel agency.

How'd they know you were here?

- Yes?

Yes but I--

No, I didn't.

No.

Yes, all right.

- Who was that?

I have to go, Stu.

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