The World of Suzie Wong Page #8

You're a doll.

- You looking for girl, mister?

- Yes, Suzie.

- You like me? Take me with you.

- Go back and play with your dolls.

Oh, please, mister, you lonely,

I make you forget.

Mister, take me

with you. I very nice.

- No, take me with you.

- Get away, get away.

- Suzie.

- Well, there you are.

The door was open.

I hope you don't mind.

- Of course not, Kay.

- Where have you been?

Out in the rain, mostly.

- Is something wrong?

- Something's right.

They sold one of your paintings, and

there's a lot of interest in the others.

I know it's not much money,

but it is a start.

I was so excited,

I had to come and tell you.

- Which one was it? Do you know?

- Suzie, of course.

Of course.

I've lost her, Kay. She's gone.

Well... Oh, well, we'll just have

to find you another model.

It isn't that simple.

I love her.

You don't mean it?

- Why not?

- Well, she...

You know why.

Oh, yes, the problem of morals.

I can't expect you

to understand. I didn't.

Now I keep asking myself, what

would I have done if I had been she?

A frightened child, hungry, alone.

Would I steal to survive? Would I...?

Just how far would I go

in order to keep on living?

Suzie learned to pretend.

Make believe that her body,

her love and her soul were...

...all separate and apart.

I could have changed that.

That's what I didn't understand.

I'm sorry.

Get out of those wet clothes

and come over for dinner.

Father knows a lot of people in

Hong Kong. I'm sure he'd want to help.

It'd be laughable if it wasn't so filthy.

I'm forced to compete

with a waterfront tramp.

This is upsetting.

I've never seen you like this.

You've never seen me

in love before.

Please, tell him you'll help him,

then don't. Help me.

- And if he isn't in love with you, Kay?

- He could be.

He's the only man in my life

I've ever wanted.

And if I have to get him

the way she did, I'll do it.

Now, stop it, Kay.

That's no way to find happiness.

- Mr. Lomax is here, sir.

- All right, show him in.

Are you going to help me

or a Wan Chai street-girl?

I'm going to help my daughter.

I'm sorry I'm late.

The streets are flooded.

It's always the same this time

of year. It's these rains.

Let me get you a drink.

Kay told me about the painting.

- Congratulations.

- Oh, thanks.

I also told him about the girl.

He's going to help you.

Yes, I'll give the commissioner

a description in the morning.

He might be able to trace her.

But don't you think it might be wiser

to allow the girl to abide by the decision

she seems to have made herself?

She doesn't know how I feel now.

And are you sure

you know how you feel?

I'd marry her.

You'd be happy to spend the end

of your days with an old Chinese wife?

Well, I couldn't prevent growing old,

no matter who I married.

Robert, I want you to face

some hard realities.

For example, I couldn't employ a man

in my bank who married such a girl.

- What happened to your liberalism?

- Oh, I have it.

I also have a board of directors

who have wives

with a great deal of bitterness

because their husbands

have girls like Suzie.

It's fortunate one doesn't have

to marry your board of directors.

Father said he'd help you find her.

Kay, I've got to find her.

I can't eat. I can't paint. I can't sleep.

Painting Suzie isn't everything.

If you never painted her again

you wouldn't die.

You'll have to excuse me.

I'm not fit company tonight.

But thanks.

Well, what did I say that was wrong?

Like this.

Robert.

Suzie.

You've come back. What are

you doing in the rain?

- You not hate me? We friends still?

- I love you.

You help me, then.

Houses on hills wash down.

My baby and Amah in house.

Police not let me get my baby out.

You come with me, please.

They'll listen to you, Robert.

Don't worry, we'll get him out.

I promise you that.

Come on, come on.

Hurry, hurry. Come on.

Get that road clear.

You've gotta let us through.

Her baby is up there.

I'm sorry, mister, nobody

gets through here. Hey, come back!

- Let us through.

- Not a chance.

- We've got to.

- It's too dangerous.

- Who's in charge here?

- Over there.

Look out, the ground's giving way.

Keep those people moving fast!

- How can we get up there?

- I'm sorry, it's impossible.

See for yourself, those houses

are coming down like ninepins.

Stay here.

Hey, sergeant,

we need more men over there.

Try the army. Hey, you,

come back! Come back!

Come on, come on!

Quickly, quickly. Run, run.

My baby dead.

My baby dead.

My baby gone.

Why ancient gods punish him?

Why not kill me?

I do bad, not baby.

Suzie, please,

we've got to get out of here.

Paper bridge for your baby

to cross over into celestial garden.

A nice, private sampan

for him to live in.

Winston fine, first-class baby, Suzie.

These books, so he not grow up

to be ignorant coolie.

This nice paper ricksha,

so he not have to walk where he goes.

Robert.

I forgot something.

My baby not know

anybody, where to go.

You write him letter of introduction?

Yes.

What would you like

to have me write?

Say,

"This letter introducing

Winston Mee Ling Wong.

"He very fine gentleman.

"Not cry too much

and not cause too much trouble.

"Give him good job, please.

"Not let him be hungry

and not let him be lonely.

"He good friend of Robert Lomax,

very important artist."

And sign letter,

"Respectfully, Suzie Wong."

How shall I address it?

Say, "To whom it may concern."

Robert, you send letter, personally.

He has letter now.

Suzie, marry me.

Go with me anywhere I go.

Robert, I be with you

until you say, "Suzie, go away."

That long

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