Hell of Borneo (1967)

[bunniefuu]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[g*ns FIRING]

[SPEAKING FORIEGN LANGUAGE]

[g*ns FIRING]

Mr. Jim?

Mr. Jim?

-g*n.

g*n.

-g*n.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[CARS HONKING]

-How many hurt?

-Four.

We'll take them back

-Get them to the infirmary.

I'll call the doctor

and Captain Madel.

-Get ready to contact Zampo.

No.

Help.

Infirmary, Tatoy.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-Message.

Commanding officer,

constabulary headquarters.

Full raid discloses

large shipment.

Arms, ammunitions, my district.

Origin of weapons reveals--

what's the matter?

-We're getting interference.

-Well, can you fix it?

It's important.

-Maybe it's the [INAUDIBLE].

I'll check it.

-Beautiful.

Christmas present?

-Get out.

-I just got here.

-Get out.

-(SHOUTING) Idiot!

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-Jojo, get her at full


speed up river fast.

Get ready to jump.

-Pull up close to "The King."

-Try to look busy.

Move about.

-If they ever find out that we

have two boats that look like,

we'll be in a lot of trouble.

-Yes sir, captain.

-Cheer up.

We'll make it.

-Looks like we have company.

Play dumb.

Well, hello lieutenant.

Out for an evening joy ride?

-I guess you know

why we're here.

-Yes, yes, of course.

Be my guest.

-Search the boat.

-Nothing but sea

shells, lieutenant.

Show them around, Jojo.

-Yes sir, captain.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-You see, lieutenant, just like

I said, nothing but sea shells.

Excellent business.

Buttons, you know.

Why, do you realize how

many people in this world

would be stranded without

buttons, lieutenant.

You know, I take my

word as a sacred trust.

Like I always say, those

buttons must go through.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-I suppose you think

you're quite clever.

One of these days,

I'm going to catch you

with a load of

untaxed cigarettes.

Or perfume, or maybe

something worse.

And that will be the end of it.

Your smuggling days will

have come to abrupt end.

-Ah, I'm sorry I couldn't

accommodate you, lieutenant.

I could send you

a set of buttons.

You're welcome back

anytime, lieutenant.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-[INAUDIBLE], daddy.

-How you doin', tall boy?

-(SHOUTING) Break it up here!

Knock it off!

-[INAUDIBLE]

-That one?

All right, all right, all right.

Knock it off here.

Knock it off.

Knock it off.

Get out.

Get out.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-(SHOUTING) Johnny!

Lover!

-Hey, Tiki.

Take it easy.

-Where've you been?

I thought you were proud of me.

-Just a little business.

-Come on, baby.

Buy me a drink.

-You guys get out, sober up.

-Double scotch on the rocks.

What will you have, honey?

-Same.

Make it strong.

-Double scotch on the rocks.

Here's your 20, Teresa.

Next time, collect first.

-OK, Johnny, tell me.

You got another girl, huh?

How come I don't

see you for so long?

-Business.

Big business, honey.

Yeah.

-But this time

you stay home, hm?

-For a while.

-Your paying, daddy.

-Thanks.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Jack.

This is for the boys.

The drinks and the girls.

Got it?

If they use up that

much, kick them out, OK?

-Right.

-Oh, Johnny, now I know

I missed you so much.

-Yeah, now I know, too.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Mr. Dirkson?

-Yeah, what can I do for you?

-I represent Mr. Belltower.

My name is Jorgens.

-That's nice.

Have a drink.

-I don't think you understand.

-Sure, I do.

Hey, get him, girl.

-I'm here to deliver a message.

Mr. Belltower is

the gentleman who

inquired about you

through a mutual friend.

-That's nice

-Mr. Belltower wishes

to see you soon.

Tonight.

That's fine.

-Can't you see, friend, I

have a prior engagement.

-But Mr. Dirkson--

-Besides, you know, I don't

cotton messenger boys.

This guy wants to see me, tell

him to come and see me himself.

-He's outside in a car now.

If you would just

step out for a moment.

-Hey, what's wrong

with right here?

-Mr. Belltower says to

tell you it's important.

He mentioned El Dorado.

You'd understand.

I'll see you later, honey.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Hi, boss.

-Hi, Jojo.

-Hey, Teresa.

Hey.

Am big tonight?

-Yes, I'm big tonight?

-Well, Mr. Dirkson,

this is a pleasure.

You're that rare breed--

the rugged individualist.

Since all my attempts to entice

you to come to me have failed,

like Muhammad, I have

come to the mountain.

-OK, here I am.

What can I do for you?

-Right to the point, eh?

-That's it.

Man mentioned something

about El Dorado.

-Yes, that's part of it.

-Oh?

-Well, let's not rush it,

shall we, Mr. Dirkson?

As a matter of fact, I wanted

to invite you to a little party

tonight.

-Sorry, I'm tied up tonight.

-You won't regret

it, Mr. Dirkon.

Or are you so indifferent

to your own best interest?

I have something that I

think you'll want very much.

A million dollars, Mr. Dirkson?

-Million?

-Shall I send my car to

pick you up at your hotel

in, say, about an hour?

-I'd say in about an hour.

-Happy birthday, darling.

-Daddy, they're beautiful.

Thank you.

Mr. Dirkson must be

quite a remarkable man.

He certainly has

you all in a tissy.

-Marjorie, my little vampire.

Dirkson is not one of your

momentary toy soldiers

to be wound up and

then thrown away again.

-Don't worry, I'm

just fascinated.

He and I've got some

business to discuss,

so I don't want you

tampering with the success

of that outcome.

-Why all this fuss about

one little plantation

on some god-forsaken

part of the world?

-It isn't one little plantation.

It's a complex of

diversified products.

Copra, coffee, ruda.

It covers a large, island.

And that god-forsaken part

of the world, as you call it,

is in the heart of lush,

rich Southeast Asia.

Turbulent and violent, but still

an empire of raw materials.

And I am going to be

part of that empire.

Dirkson is going to help

me in that noble endeavor.

-Sounds very exciting.

-Tis, my pet.

Ah, here he is.

You'll excuse me a minute.

Mr. Dirkson.

I am glad you came.

-Why?

Did you think I wouldn't?

-I wasn't quite sure.

Um, what'll you have?

-Just who are you, Belltower?

What is your game?

-(LAUGHING) An

interesting question.

-Financier.

Adventurer.

-Gambler.

And I put all my stakes

on Southeast Asia.

Your father was like

that, wasn't he?

Oh, don't be surprised.

I know all about him.

Sit down.

Henry Dirkson.

Corporal United States Army.

Discharged Manilla, 1916.

1917, 1918--

whereabouts unknown.

1919, he suddenly and

rather dramatically

shows up at the court of

the sultan Muhammad Khan.

What's more, he's a

favor to the old man.

In return, this

brash Yankee soldier

is made a gift-- a whole lush,

big island close to Borneo,

as yet untouched and unclaimed

by any colonial power.

How unusual it is to

own a piece of land

that no government or

nation has any claim to.

El Dorado fascinates me.

I need it.

I want it.

-You've got the

wrong, Belltower.

You want to talk to my brother.

-I've already

approached your brother

with a very generous offer.

He said the decision

was entirely yours.

-$1 million.

20 million coconuts.

You must have a real love

for coconuts, Belltower.

-(LAUGHING) Yes,

I love coconuts.

And Freedom, Mr. Dirkson.

I'm fascinated with the

prospect of being my own law,

unaccountable to

any man or nation.

-Mmhmm.

You know, That's.

Just what I thought.

You know, my brother

probably thinks

that if it's worth

all that money to you,

it would be worth a lot

more to someone else.

-Well, of course, he's right.

But I venture to say that

the future of your island

is somewhat precarious.

And I'm sure you'll

admit that there are

a great many

countries that would

be delighted to annex El Dorado.

Well, I suppose they'd have

much quibble about taking it

by force.

-What about you?

What would make

it so much easier

for you to hold

off such a force?

-Two things.

I have enormous ambition,

and a lot of money.

That's said, it's a risk

that I can afford to take.

Now can I count on your

seeing your brother?

-I'll talk to him.

-Good.

Let's join the party, shall we?

-Let's get one thing straight.

The Decision is strictly his.

-Oh, uh, by the way.

Are you taking your boat south?

-Possibly.

Why?

-Well, I have a number

of surplus track engines

that I want to sell

to a man in Indonesia.

I'd like him to get them

as soon as possible.

-Well, I've got a

couple boats going down

the first thing in the morning.

We won't be going down quite

as far as Indonesia, though.

-No problem.

I'll arrange for him to

pick them up in El Dorado--

if you've no objection.

-No.

No, that's OK.

-Good.

-Oh, Mr. Dirkson, I'd like you

to meet one of my associates.

Uh, Your Highness.

-Ah, Mr. Belltower.

-My apologies.

Allow me to present Mr. Dirkson.

We've been in conference.

Mr. Dirkson, this is a

business associate of mine,

His Highness Prince Ali Hakim.

-Charmed, Mr. Dirkson.

I assume you are related to the

esteemed family of El Dorado?

-Mr. Dirkson is the

brother of James Dirkson.

-How interesting.

Certainly, I hope you are more

sensible than your brother.

-What does that mean?

Simply that destiny is

destiny, my dear fellow.

-There are the sheep of this

world, and the wolves also.

Those who wait to

see what happens,

and those that make it happen.

We intend to make things happen.

Your charming island

is important to us.

But your brother

is a stubborn man.

-Oh, come now, Your Highness.

We can't discuss

this some other time?

-No, let him go on.

I'd like to hear

what's in store for me.

-It's very simple.

Sooner or later, El

Dorado will be ours.

-Now there is a simple and

profitable way of doing things,

or a more dramatic

and expl*sive way.

We have handled long

enough with your brother,

and our patience is running out.

-You know something, Belltower?

Your fat friend just

said the wrong thing.

Now I can't say whether or

not my brother will sell,

but I'll tell you this--

the price just went up.

Exactly double.

-Now Mr. Dirkson.

-I wouldn't say any

more if I were you.

You know, this could be a

very expensive conversation.

-Mr. Dirkson is quite right.

Your Highness, I

think you said enough.

-Hello, everyone.

-Ah, Marjorie.

Mr. Dirkson, allow me to

present my daughter, Marjorie.

Mr. Dirkson, I'm very jealous.

I was under the impression this

party was given in my honor,

but it seems our guests

are gravitating toward you.

-I'm sorry, Ms. Belltower.

If I--

-Marjorie.

And you should be sorry.

-(LAUGHING) You're

quite right, Marjorie.

Now while you exact

tribute from Mr. Dirkson,

I remember that I have

some business to attend to.

Why don't you come

with me, Your Highness.

Excuse us, won't you.

-You know we have

a beautiful garden.

-I'd like to see it.

-Do you usually

come to the rescue?

-Hm, not usually.

I'm a [INAUDIBLE].

-Oh.

Was there one?

-Mmhmm.

It seemed an easy

way to meet you.

I must say, Mr. Dirkson,

the way you look at me,

I'm not sure which one of us is

more fascinated by the other.

-Well, you'll have to

forgive me because I'm

used to sort of sizing up a

man or a woman up at a glance.

-And how do you size me?

-Oh, all woman.

-Nothing more?

-Does there have to

be anything more?

You're beautiful, rich.

I think you've got

too much as it is.

-Oh, sir.

I was hoping daddy would

give you to me for Christmas.

John Dirkson, tell

me about yourself.

-Why, hasn't your

father told you?

-No, not exactly.

Oh, I don't mean the

simple cut and dry facts.

I know about your

family and the island,

and I know that you're

strange, but fascinating.

-Oh, did you tell you all that?

-No.

I see it, and I feel it.

I feel that you're

different from other men.

-Maybe.

I better warn you, I'm

just passing through.

I came from nowhere.

I'm headed for the same place.

I play for keeps only for now.

Tomorrow morning, I could

forget all about it.

-You play my game.

What are you waiting for?

-I'd like to find out

everything about you.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

-Mr. Dirkson?

-Operator, I'd like to send

a straight wire to Kamboanga.

-Hey, Jojo.

Hey.

C'mon, on your feet.

Hey.

Jojo.

Hurry.

-Come on.

On your feet.

Wake up.

-OK, skipper.

Already in ship shape.

-There will be a couple

truckloads of crate.

Put them on the Kopete.

Fill up the fuel tanks

and get under way.

I want you to try to

be out of here by noon.

-Where to?

-El Dorado.

-El Dorado?

Hey!

No kidding?

-That's right.

-I guess Mr. Jim should

be glad to see us again.

-I'm afraid not, Jojo.

He's dead.

I'm going ahead by plane.

I don't want you wasting

any time on the way.

I'll see you there

in about three days.

-Or maybe sooner.

-OK.

Good luck.

-Mr. Dirkson?

Don't you remember Pepi?

-Pepi?

Oh.

Yeah, Pepi.

You've gained a little weight.

-I got married, and my

wife is a wonderful cook.

-And I am, uh, Captain Model,

Philippine constabulary.

-Glad to know you, captain.

Oh, you were the one who

sent the wire, weren't you?

-Yes.

Oh, I've got a jeep here.

Do you have any

baggage, Mr. Dirkson?

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-Just how did this happen?

-The last one two years.

Many times but it's failed.

We fight them off.

Then the other

day, it's the same.

We catch a bunch of pirates who

come with g*ns and ammunitions.

When we get back

to the compound,

Jim runs into shack

to wire Captain Model.

But something was

wrong with the radio,

so the operator steps

outside to fix it.

When he comes back, he

sees your brother dead.

-Did you get the

guys who did it?

-We tried.

-Tried?

How about you, Captain?

You're supposed to be

the law around here.

-In the Philippines, yes.

But you forget, technically,

your family's island

is not part of the Philippines.

We can assist unofficially.

And of course, we

are sympathetic.

-Sympathetic.

That didn't help my brother

much, did it, your sympathy?

-Believe me, Mr. Dirkson,

we are just as concerned

as you are about

this whole business.

In recent years, some

international adventures

have been stirring up trouble

all over Southeast Asia.

Terrorisms, bombings,

many times under the guise

of revolution, and frequently

involving communists.

They even use some of our own

people to gain their own ends.

We'd like to know what

those ends might be,

and I think you can help us.

-Look, Captain, let's

get this straight.

I came down here because

of my brother's death.

Now if I could help get

the guys who did it, fine.

But as far as

politics is concerned,

that's strictly out of my line.

-Sorry.

I think I'll drop by El

Dorado in a couple of days,

if you don't mind.

-No, I don't mind.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-I'm glad your back Mr. Dirkson.

With your brother gone, you will

still run the plantation now?

-Pepi, the plantation

was never for me.

Now that Jim's gone, I'm afraid

I won't stick around too long.

-El Dorado, it's yours, just

like it was your father's.

You just can't leave that.

-Mr. Dirkson has just arrived.

Let him collect his thoughts.

-I'm sorry.

-I understand, Pepi.

-Your boat is

loading supplies now.

Will leave in the morning.

I'll arrange a room for you.

Excuse me.

-Hey, you're back.

You're back.

You're back.

-Hey, hold on, young lady.

-You're back.

-I think-- I think you've got

me mistaken for someone else.

-Don't you remember me?

-Well, it's not that

I don't remember,

it's that I'm not exactly sure.

-Maria.

-Maria?

-Maria Vargas.

-Maria?

Maria Vargas?

Vargas.

Why, sure I rem--

the Vargas family.

MARIA: Yeah.

-Well, I'll be.

Why, of course I remember.

But I remember two small

boys and a skinny little girl

in pigtails.

-I am the girl.

-Yeah, I can see

that, all right.

How in the heck did

you grow up so fast?

-Then you remember.

-Well, of course I remember,

but not quite like this.

What are you doing here?

-I brought some medical

supplies for the infirmary.

-Medical supplies?

-Mmhmm.

I'm the nurse of El Dorado.

-Oh, is that right?

-Yes.

I will go there tomorrow.

Mr. Jim arranged that I

should go to the island

every two wees to

work at the infirmary.

Always, I brought

something-- cookies, cakes.

And many times, we talked about

you and when you would return.

Now you are back.

I can only bring him flowers.

He can no longer here me.

-Yeah, we'll both

miss him, Maria.

Well, I guess I'll get

on back to the hotel.

-Hotel?

No, you must stay at my house.

Hotel.

-Maria, I'll come out

first thing in the morning.

See ya then.

-No, we always expect

you to stay with us.

Besides, Juan and Pepi would

be happy to see you again.

-Look, I still think it's going

to be too much trouble, Maria.

-No more talking.

We go.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-Which is which?

-The three in front,

Tatoy and Juan.

-Tatoy?

-And this other boy,

I sort of adopted

him after his mother died.

She was a very close

friend of mine.

His father was from Brooklyn.

He can't talk, and I'm

trying to teach him how.

-Hello, Pepi.

How are ya?

Hello Juan.

Hello Tatoy.

-He's very shy to strangers.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-This is our ducks.

[DUCKS QUACKING]

-Come into our house?

-Yes.

-Tio, you want to

play with the ducks?

-They're so proud of them.

-Come on.

-We have many, many ducks.

Looks like you have thousands.

-No, no, but many.

Thanks Mr. Dirkson for the help.

[DUCKS QUACKING]

[BOY MAKING QUACKING NOISE]

-Boys, feeding time.

[BOYS MAKING QUACKING NOISE]

-Quack, quack?

It's all about Tatoy.

They just love to watch

him imitate the ducks.

[BOYS MAKING QUACKING NOISE]

-(SINGING) Quack, quack.

Quack, quack.

Here a quack, there a

quack, everywhere a quack.

Everywhere I quack,

quack [INAUDIBLE]

So I went out to see

what was going on.

They kept a little [INAUDIBLE]

in the middle of the flock.

And the duck did a dance

I never saw before.

He did the right-foot

waddle, quack, quack.

The right-foot

waddle, quack, quack.

He waddled to the left

and waddled to the right,

flapping his wings and

quacking all night.

[INAUDIBLE] tail feather,

everybody get together.

Quack, quack.

Quack, quack.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHEERING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Ah, you like fish?

Real big fish here.

I see you if you like.

Any kind of fish.

Big one, small one,

any kind of fish.

You like?

I been fisherman here

for many, many years.

We have many fish here.

Any kind of fish.

Big ones, small ones.

Any kind of fish.

Hey, you, c'mon, buy fish.

I see the big one.

-Tio?

MARIA: Tio?

-What happened?

-Think I just bought some fish.

-Thanks.

Thanks for the lift.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-There are many

troubles in the sea.

We never know which

one are the pirates.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Who do you suppose they are?

-Well, they look like fishermen.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Well, [INAUDIBLE], El Dorado.

I have a jeep waiting for us.

-Yeah.

[FOG HORN BLOWING]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-Pepi?

-Yes sir?

-Whose airplane?

-I don't know, sir.

-[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-He says they came earlier.

Three of them.

They claim to be

friends of yours.

-Friends of mine?

-Yeah, and one was

a girl with the hair

the color of this

silver and gold.

[LAUGHING]

[CAR HORN HONKING]

-[SPEAKING BROKEN LANGUAGE] No.

Goat.

Follow.

Follow the jeep.

MR. BELLTOWER: Ah, Mr. Dirkson.

I must apologize for dropping

in unannounced like this.

-I must admit, it

is quite a surprise.

-You can blame me.

I made him detour so we

could drop by and see you.

-I hope this isn't,

uh, an inconvenience.

-No, it's all right.

-Maria.

Ms. Vargas?

Belltower and his

daughter, Marjorie.

-Ms. Vargas.

-How do you do?

Hello.

-Delighted.

Maria?

-Yes.

-Shall we?

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-Ms. Vargas, His Highness,

Prince Ali Hakim.

-Charmed.

-Senor Juan.

Welcome home.

-Juriah, it's sure

good to see you.

-Tio, would you excuse me?

I have something

to take care of.

-I still can't understand why

a man like you would be leave

all this for a less secure life.

-You said that before.

-A pleasant enough house.

But of course, I'd make a

few changes here and there.

But altogether, I bless it.

-Juriah will take care

of any of your needs.

-Your Highness, for the last

time, watch your tongue.

I can't have my plans ruined

by your blundering remarks.

-May I fix you

gentlemen a drink?

I think I'll have one.

Or two.

Or three.

-All present and accounted for.

The Dirksons-- mother,

father, and sons.

All but one underground.

-Tio, you must not be bitter.

It was their home.

Your home.

-Home?

This damned island

just k*lled my mother

and father, and now my brother.

Well, it's not going to

k*ll me, I tell you that.

-What will you do?

I don't know, Maria.

I'll just have to

think things out.

-Your brother loved you so much.

Like your mother and

father, you must-- well,

I'll go and check

the infirmary now.

-I'll see you at dinner.

-Stand guard near the generator.

Double the guard at the gate.

-[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

--[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Welcome to, my brother.

-What are you doing here?

-Why, I'm here to

welcome El Dorado's

lord and master, like a brother.

-Half-brother.

-I have the feeling you

are not glad to see me.

-You're right, I'm

not glad to see you.

My father tolerated you,

but I don't intend to.

I don't trust you, Ahmed,

and I don't like you.

-What a pity.

Your departed brother

and I became quite close.

-In a pig's eye, I'll bet.

-Why do you dislike me so?

I am everybody's friend.

-Yeah, you said it.

I remember when the

Japs were crawling

all over these islands, You.

Were their friend, too.

OK, so the w*r is ancient

history, but on this island,

you are out of bounds.

-I should say

[INAUDIBLE] I regret

if I will have offended you.

A thousand pardons.

-Who was that strange fella?

-A local character.

Used to cause some

trouble around here.

-Oh, there you are.

I thought you deserted me.

I hope you're all finished

with your business,

because I think

it's high time we

all had a nice,

tall, cold drink.

-How long have you

been here as a nurse?

-Almost three years.

-Such a beautiful nurse.

I hope you stay with

us when we take over.

-Ms. Vargas, I was

hoping we would

have the pleasure

of seeing you again.

-Hello.

-Everything all right

at the infirmary?

-Yes, uncle.

We have a compete supply.

-Good.

-Uncle?

I didn't know you

two were related.

-Well, not exactly.

We're just old friends.

-How nice.

We're old friends, too,

aren't we, darling?

-What do you have to drink?

-Orange, please.

-Good idea.

With gin or vodka?

No, just orange.

-I'll have some orange, too.

-Gin, darling?

[g*nsh*t]

-Get back to the house quick.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-What was that, Mr. Dirkson?

Some kind of a prank?

-No, just a little target

practice with your c*ck.

Are you still crazy

enough to want the place?

-I know what you mean,

but I'm a man of my word.

The offer still stands.

-You better get in the house.

-Are you all right, dear?

-You better get inside.

I'm sorry, but under

the circumstances,

I'm afraid you're going to

have to stay in the house.

We may have trouble tonight.

-Uncle John, I think we should

call a nurse for your niece.

But then again, she is

the nurse, isn't she?

-I'll get the infirmary.

-OK.

-Anyone hurt?

-No, but you get that

man, and make it fast.

-We will try.

-Try?

Try won't be good enough.

Get him.

Do you hear me?

-Yes sir.

PEPI: Mr. Dirkson?

I suggest you wear this.

It's a good idea.

C'mon.

[BOY MAKING NOISES]

-How'd that boy lose his voice?

When he was nine years old,

the pirates burned the house.

His mothers and fathers and

four brothers and sisters

were burned alive.

The doctor says it was that.

-Mr. Dirkson?

-I got him, Mr. Dirkson.

-Are you sure it's the same one?

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-They track him for two hours.

He come down tree.

They saw him.

-I understand the

language, Pepi.

-Why did you bring him

here if he was dead?

-Mr. Dirkson said bring

him back no matter what.

-OK, OK.

You men did fine.

Just get rid of him.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-They caught him.

When I see that

hot-headed fool Ahmed,

I'll give him a

piece of my mind.

-Ahmed is one of my best men.

It was just an error, I'm sure.

-Error?

If Dirkson is k*lled,

it'll be his last tether?

I must keep Dirkson

alive to negotiate.

-Oh, your orders

have been given,

and they will be followed.

[WOMAN SINGING]

-Oo, I'm a white tornado.

-What is it?

-I'll take care of it.

Keep your men at their stations.

-Hi.

-I told everyone specifically

to stay in the house.

-I'm taking a bath.

I always take a bath

before I go to sleep.

I like to be clean.

-All right, come on out.

-Come on in, uncle.

Feel.

The water's great.

-Ms. Belltower, that'll

be quite enough.

-But I haven't

scrubbed my back yet.

Why don't you come

in and scrub my back?

-Very funny.

C'mon, now give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

[LAUGHING]

-Look, Marjorie,

this is no joke.

All hell is liable to break

loose here any minute.

Come on out.

-My goodness, uncle tio.

You're so proper.

-Come on, get out.

-All right, c'mon.

Move.

-Well, thanks a

lot, Sir Galahad.

Don't I get to ride?

-All right, get in the house.

[YELPING]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-Inside.

-You didn't exactly

finish the job.

-Oh, what job?

-Tucking me

-There will be no tucking

tonight, Cleopatra.

Inside.

-All right, look.

Book.

-Book.

-Book.

-Now you can write "book."

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[PLAYING PIANO]

[SINGING]

[PLAYING PIANO AND SINGING]

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nshots]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[g*nshots]

-What's happening out there?

-I don't know.

It's probably one of

their crazy feuds.

Keep away from the windows.

Why don't you go to bed?

-Where's Johnny?

-You've had quite

enough of that.

Marjorie, go to bed.

[g*nshots]

[SHOUTING]

-What-- what are

you doing in here?

-G-g-grenade.

Grenade.

-You better get over

to the infirmary.

-Yes.

Yes.

[g*nshots]

[SHOUTING]

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

-That sounds like it's

from the infirmary.

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

-Get them retreating.

[WINDOW BREAKING]

-Maria?

[g*nshots]

[WOMAN SOBBING]

-I think Mr. Dirkson will be

at his turning point soon.

If he has a sufficiently

uncomfortable night,

he will be quite willing

to sell by morning.

[g*nshots]

[MAKING A BIRD CALL]

-That's Ahmed's signal.

I will go see what he wants.

-No.

I will see what he wants.

[g*nshots]

[MAKING A BIRD CALL]

[WHISTLING]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-You must be more careful.

That stupid fool who fired

at us was brought in.

-That stupid fool was dead, sir.

-Yes, I see.

Excellent.

Well, from the sound of it, you

have accomplished a great deal.

-The price was high, if any.

We've lost many men.

Never mind.

We'll beat Dirkson to his

knees until he whimpers.

-Not without more

g*ns and ammunition.

And the payment of the second

installment is overdue.

-You are without ammunition?

-Almost.

-Ammunition will be

arriving tomorrow.

I'll see that you get it.

Now go, and withdraw your

men as so you had ammunition.

-Oh, yes, yes.

The money.

The payment--

-That has nothing to do with me.

Prince Ali Hakim will

take care of that.

Now go.

[g*nshots]

-[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-John?

Are you all right?

-Yes.

I'm all right.

-My god, what's happening?

All that sh**ting.

-Just what do you

think happened?

-Marjorie.

-This is a disgrace.

Don't these bandits know that

a person who is of my station

is here?

-Well, I guess

not, Your Highness.

But you don't have

to worry about it,

because you'll all have to

be out of here by morning.

I can't be responsible for

anything that might happen.

-Why, yes.

Yes, of course.

But what about our

business, Dirkson?

I should think after

all this, you'll

be glad to get this

place off your hands.

-I guess you would at that.

-I'll tell you

something, Belltower.

I'm a very funny man.

I don't like being pushed.

I have a strange

habit of pushing back.

There will be

transportation to take you

to your plane first

thing in the morning.

Now if you'll excuse me.

-Dirkson, if you don't mind, I'd

like to wait for my shipment.

When are your boats due in?

-Sometime tomorrow afternoon.

Do you have a copy

of the manifest?

-Why, yes, yes, but it

must be in my office.

Although I am sure there's

a copy with the cargo.

Good.

I'll, uh--

PEPI: Mr. Dirkson?

-This one is still kicking.

I think we can

loosen his tongue.

-Ask him who k*lled my brother.

-[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

--[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Ahmed.

-Tomorrow morning, we

take this island apart.

Every stone, tree, and bush.

I want Ahmed and his cutthroats,

and we better find them.

I don't care if we have to

burn this whole damn place

to the ground to do it.

Clean this up for me.

-We've got to move fast.

If Dirkson discovers those

crates of g*ns aboard his ship,

he'll soon figure

out our part in this.

-But what can we do?

-We-- we've to find Ahmed

before Dirkson does,

or we're finished.

-But where?

-We must find him.

Tonight.

At once.

I've got to formulate new plans.

[AIRPLANE FLYING OVERHEAD]

-Marjorie.

Marjorie.

Where'd your father

and Prince Ali go?

-What do you mean, "go"?

-They just took off

in the airplane.

-Why should I know?

Maybe they just wanted to go

sight-seeing or something.

What's that?

-"Darling, sorry I have

some business to attend to.

I'll be back this afternoon.

Love, Dad."

-Good night.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[g*ns BEING c*ck]

-Morning, men.

-Good morning, Mr. Dirkson.

-Everybody here?

-Yes sir.

-I want every hut and possible

hiding place searched.

All right, get them loaded.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-Did you find?

-Nothing, but there are lots of

men missing along with Ahmed.

-So El Dorado shots

are living, huh?

-Do you remember who they are?

-Most of them.

-When they come back,

we'll give them a visit.

-My boats from Manila

are being raided.

-What?

-Did you find Ahmed?

-Now, and if I

don't miss my guess,

that's why we weren't

able to find him.

Is the other truck back yet?

-No, sir.

-Well, just as soon

as it gets back,

get the men over at

the fishing village

and into boats as

fast as possible.

And bring all the g*ns

you can get your hands on.

I'll go on ahead.

-Yes, sir.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-C'mon, let's get this boat in.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-Lasom, Jangboi, get

these boats to the island.

-Bring them on.

-The crew was all dead.

Abenah has enough

g*ns and ammunition

to start a small w*r.

They let down their

sails for disguise.

Fire at the boxes.

Many are filled with ammunition.

Pepi, cut in on the south

end of their landing.

I'll take the rest of the

men and cut in on the north.

Now we're going to have to get

there before they have chance

to distribute the

g*ns and ammunition.

Now we're going to move fast.

All right, let's go.

[SHOUTING]

-As soon as those

arms are distributed,

we must get the plantation

before Dirkson gets suspicious.

-Belltower, the plane will

be ready at your command.

-Hurry and get those

g*ns to your men.

-Get up.

Pick it up.

Pick it up.

Get out of here.

C'mon.

You clumsy ox, you.

Get a move on.

Get out of here.

Come on.

-Mr. Belltower.

Dirkson's boats. what do

you mean, Dirkson's boats?

-I'm afraid they saw us.

They're following.

-Well, unpack those g*ns,

and get them to your men

as quickly as possible.

You, get these men working.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-C'mon, get a move on.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

-Mr. Belltower?

-Well, what is it now?

Get those g*ns to your men?

-It's no use.

These g*ns of yours

are packed in grease.

It will take hours for

my men to clean them.

-(SHOUTING) Ali,

you-- Ali, you idiot.

Didn't you check those g*ns

before you shipped them?

-I thought I--

-As usual, you didn't.

-Ahmed, find the

ammunition for our g*ns.

And you, get moving.

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[g*nshots]

-Ahmed, come here, you

damned [INAUDIBLE].

Come here.

Ahmed.

Ahmed, our whole plan is

shot if Dirkson suspects me.

I must get back

to the plantation.

You hold him off, and I

promise I'll pay you well.

-OK.

[g*nshots]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[g*nshots]

-k*ll him, boss.

[g*nshots]

-Ali.

Ali.

Ali.

Ali.

Ali, I've been hit.

-Belltower, your crazy

dream is finished.

I'm getting out of here.

You're through.

-You filthy traitor, you.

[GROANING]

[g*nshots]

[COUGHING]

-Hi Ahmed.

Ahmed?

Mr. Dirkson.

Mr. Dirkson.

Ahmed.

Ahmed.

Ahmed.

Mr. Dirkson.

I saw Ahmed.

I saw him there.

[expl*si*n]

[g*nshots]

-Dear brother, I'm going

to feed you to the sharks.

[LAUGHING]

-I'm glad you followed,

dear brother John.

The last of the Dirksons.

All that will be left

is the b*stard Dirkson.

-God forbid that you should

be the last of the Dirkson

to live in a civilized world.

You were late from your

conception, b*stard.

-b*stard.

b*stard.

[YELLING]

[PLANE FLYING OVERHEAD]

[g*nshots]

-I guess you know how

sorry I am that it

all turned out the way it did.

-I really didn't know

anything about his business.

You do believe that?

-Sure.

The trouble with your

father and Prince Ali,

they dreamed of

empires, and they

didn't exactly care

how they got them.

I guess I learned a lot myself.

-Well, I guess if you can turn

over a new leaf, settle down,

I suppose I could give it a try.

-Can you make it

all right, Pepi?

-My wife is a wonderful cook.

-Well, I'm a lousy

cook, but if you ever

want your back scratched

again, let me know.

So long, lover.

-So long.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-Tio?

Lunch.