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Huk! (1956)

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Huk! (1956)

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(roaring)

**

(speaking

in Filipino)

We will not rest until

we destroy the plantations.

We will

attack!

Avenge the blood

of our brothers!

To this,

I pledge my life.

Are you

with me?

(shouts of support)

(shouting

in Filipino)

(shouting together)

**

**

(church bell tolling)

**

We'll bring back enough

ammunition from Manila

to pay

them back.

**

Bye, Cindy--

don't worry about us.

Now you're not gonna start

agreeing with Bart, are you?

You'll be safer

in Manila.

Oh no, I'll be back with Bart

and your precious Mr. Dickson.

Let's not kick it

around anymore, huh?

Take care

of yourself, Dad.

Keep the men on four-hour

watches right around the clock

until I get back,

huh?

Just in case.

Goodbye.

Goodbye,

Dad.

(captain shouting orders

in Filipino)

(ship bell

rings)

(engine starts)

(ship horn blowing)

Lucio,

take over.

Yes, sir.

(man announcing on PA)

Northwest Orient Airlines

international flight number 4,

arriving from Seattle,

Anchorage and Tokyo.

Welcome to Manila,

folks.

Paging Mr. Dickson--

Mr. Greg Dickson--

Please report

to the ticket counter.

Thank you.

You page

Dickson?

Yes,

your party, sir.

Yes, that is

a party.

Mr. Dickson, I'm very glad

you're here.

Glad to

be here.

Tell the Northwest

Service

I'll have to cross the

International Date Line

more often.

Where are the rest

of your things?

Would you like

an inventory?

I've got

a sleeping bag

at a construction camp

on the Colorado River,

a change of shirts at

a boarding house in Seattle--

I see.

We were expecting something

a little different.

We?

You-- uh,

part of a team?

I'm from

the plantation.

I used to work

for your father.

Never figured he'd hire

anybody but a man.

Let's just pretend

I am a man, hm?

Nobody has that

much imagination.

**

Hey, ever ride

in a kalesa?

Look, we're due to sail

in less than an hour.

No gasoline fumes, no harsh

grinding of the gears,

This seems to be

an educated beast.

When he gets near

the Hotel Manila park,

he can outrun

Man o' w*r.

Let's go.

Pier seven,

and hurry.

**

And no detours.

**

Too bad we don't have time

to do the town.

Now, if I hadn't

known you so long, I'd--

I'd suspect you

didn't like me.

Driver, can you go

a little faster, please?

Always throw yourself

at men like that?

I don't believe I've

properly introduced myself.

No, as a matter

of fact, you haven't.

I'm

Mrs. Rogers.

Mrs.-- ?

You mean

Bart's wife?

(chuckling)

Well, I'll be.

You know,

when I left these parts,

he was just a kid,

still throwing rocks at girls.

Well, some kids

grow up.

Yeah.

Guess I came home

too late.

I guess

you did.

Too late for your

father's sake, anyway.

I'm not talking

about that.

Look, your father

was shot to death

by the Huks

just two weeks ago and--

Yeah?

Never mind.

Driver,

please hurry.

**

Salamat.

**

Hi, Bart.

Welcome home.

Thanks.

Sorry about

your dad, Greg.

Yeah, sure,

sure.

He'd changed a lot

these last few years.

For better

or worse?

We weren't sure

you'd get our cable.

Stubborn people,

Western Union.

Always get

their man.

Found me in a poker game

up near Salem, Oregon.

Where have you been

hiding all these years?

Oh, here and there--

building bridges.

They put 'em in

the strangest places.

Some of them almost

as far away as Paoli.

Paoli's been

good to us.

Now it'll be

good to you.

Yeah, that's what the lawyers

in San Francisco said--

$2 million

worth of good.

Hey, is old Pinote

still skipper?

No, he died

a while back.

Aw, I'm sorry

to hear that.

Young Pinote's

taken over.

I'll go up and surprise him--

see you later.

(Bart)

Cindy's staying

in Manila.

Bart!

Now look, I told you

you were staying here.

Bart, that's

not fair.

The embassy will find

a place for you to stay.

I'll come back for you

as soon as it's safe...

if you still

want me.

Darling,

I'm your wife!

It's important

that we be together.

Important

for me?

Or important

for you?

Important for

both of us.

Look.

I owe you too

much already.

(ship horn blowing)

Bye, Cindy.

Take care

of yourself.

Bart--

Please let me

go with you.

**

**

For sharks?

For Huks.

Part of

a handy kit?

They might come in

very handy.

Bunch of idiots

running around the hills

with rusty

bolo knives

and you packing a set

of .50 calibers--

like swattin' flies

with a pile driver.

Good morning!

Hi,

good morning.

Everything all right,

darling?

Yeah,

so far.

What's all this Huk business do

to real estate values on Paoli?

Well, don't look

so shocked.

There'll be plenty for everybody

if we can unload that plantation

before we have

to hold a fire sale.

Think I'll go out

and check the forward g*n.

My, how eccentric

of you.

Eccentric?

Making your

own cigarettes.

Even cowboys buy them

by the carton these days.

You always so critical

early in the morning?

(chuckling)

Where's Bart?

Went up forward

to check the g*ns.

Guess

I upset him.

Told him I was gonna

sell the plantation.

Now don't tell me

that upsets you, too.

(sailor shouting)

Lancero Point!

What's the alarm

about Lancero Point?

They feel there's a

concentration of Huks there.

Let me take over.

**

7,000 islands

out there.

That's a lot

of islands.

No way of telling

which ones the Huks are on.

(g*nsh*t firing)

(g*nf*re ricocheting)

(machine g*n firing)

(g*nf*re continues)

(speaking Filipino)

(g*nf*re exchange stops)

Thanks.

(g*nsh*t firing)

(machine g*n firing)

Bart!

(Greg)

Bart!

Bart!

Easy, boy.

Easy.

The Huk sh**t's over.

I remember the day you wouldn't

even play with a cap g*n.

(Cindy)

Leave him alone.

He needs a shot

of brandy

and so do I.

**

(ship horn blowing)

**

Good to see ya.

14 years.

Yeah,

14 years.

Sure good

to see ya.

I was askin' the skipper

about you just this morning.

"They crated the old man

away yet?" I asked him.

Not a chance.

Sure look

wonderful.

Got the g*ns aboard,

Dad.

50 surplus r*fles,

four machine g*ns, plenty of

ammunition and some dynamite.

(Dad)

Good.

Major Balatbat just arrived

here with a platoon.

He's got a theory the Huks

intend to burn a path

right through

the cane.

(Major Balatbat)

Hello, sir.

How are you,

Major?

How are you?

This is Greg Dickson,

Major.

Major.

My sympathy, sir,

for the death of your father.

They tell me there's w*r

going on here, Major.

One platoon,

huh?

That the extent

of your army on Paoli?

We are spread a little thin,

as you can see.

There's so many islands

and so many sugar centers.

I'm afraid your plantation's

just one of them, sir.

No hard feelings,

Major.

I don't know your plans

for that little group,

but they tell me I got a pretty

valuable piece of real estate.

I mean

to defend it.

Are you armed,

sir?

No.

May I suggest you wear

side arms at all times.

It would be a feather

in his cap

if Kalak, who k*lled your

father, would also k*ll you.

Kalak?

He's still in the area,

I'm sure of that.

Don't be like

Mr. Rogers here.

I've heard

that the tobacco

used by Mr. Rogers

is very deadly.

But still, not much

for Kalak's trigger.

Hello,

Dad.

Told you

I'd be back.

Bart's gonna stay

and help unload.

Hello,

Major.

Mrs. Rogers.

I'll be around,

Mr. Dickson.

I feel you're most

excellent bait.

Anytime,

Major.

Goodbye.

Bye.

Bye.

**

Forgot to knock,

old man.

Where are

your knuckles?

You've got some people

around here fooled

with that mask

you're wearing.

Not me.

I helped

raise you.

Bart tells me you've been

building real ones.

Yeah, I've had some

jobs here and there.

Still as footloose

as ever?

More so.

Last we heard from you was when

we cabled you about your mother.

Yeah.

Your father spent a lot

of time sitting in that chair.

He wouldn't let anything

in here be touched.

Comes a little late,

doesn't it?

Always the same

old trouble.

Too little,

too late.

When I was a kid,

you and old man Pinote

gave me something-- time.

Time's the biggest gift

a grownup can give a kid.

Your father was busy

building an empire.

Yeah,

Yeah,

no time.

**

**

Excuse me, old man,

I think I'll take a swim.

Hey,

remember the time

you jumped in after me,

clothes and all?

Did I ever

thank you for it?

Of course

you did.

**

**

You surprised me.

Oh?

I thought you'd be out

beating on doors by now,

getting bids

for your empire.

Shows you don't

know engineers.

Always make a survey,

I was taught.

Sort of look

the property over.

You mind if I go ahead

with my swim?

No, no,

go ahead.

**

Keep a

straight knee!

Rotor more

from the hip!

**

I can keep this up

as long as you can.

How 'bout we sit

the next one out?

(laughing)

Okay.

**

You know,

for a swimming instructor,

you didn't last

very long.

Don't get in the water

much anymore.

My business, I work

above the water.

First bridge I ever worked on

was the Tacoma Narrows Bridge--

Gallopin' Gertie,

they called her.

I remember it was on one

of these hot afternoons--

something

like today--

I was walking across

this 17-1/2 inch cable

about 6,000

feet long

and 450 feet

above the water.

The narrows look like one

of those aluminum griddles--

the kind you cook

flapjacks on.

Well, I was

about halfway--

You fell 450 ft.

into the frying pan

and that's why

you hate people today.

Now hold on,

Mrs. Rogers.

I don't

hate people.

I just don't let 'em

get me down.

You know, you never expect

anything from anybody,

you got

no problem.

You must be very happy

with you.

The only thing that never lets

you down is a fact or a formula,

like

the truss arch,

91-strand cable or

a cantilever or--

Do you

love him?

You do realize that

that's none of your business.

Oh, I don't know

about that.

Bart and I are

very old friends.

We grew up

together.

He even liked

my father.

But I'll withdraw

the question.

**

Look out!

**

(crickets chirping)

Well, they tell me

you're going to live.

I may have to give up weight

lifting for a day or two

and push-ups before breakfast,

but I think I'll make it.

I'm sure you can manage

with one arm.

What you need

is a good night's sleep.

On a hot night

like this?

You learn how

in the islands.

Oh?

And just how

do you get sleep?

You'd never

guess.

I'd like

to try.

An old music box--

Brahms.

It plays me

to sleep.

How eccentric

of you.

Maybe you'll loan it to me

when I get restless.

Good night,

Mr. Dickson.

Goodnight,

Mrs. Rogers.

(crickets chirping)

How's Greg?

That was Greg,

wasn't it?

How old would

you say he is?

Well, when he was sent

stateside to finish college,

he was 19.

That was

14 years ago.

You'd think

in all those years

he'd have learned something

about morals.

What?

Don't

misunderstand me.

I'm only talking about

what makes him tick.

I don't know.

He has

no give.

It's all take.

Cindy, I'm gonna mention

this for the last time.

I want you

to leave.

The first thing in the morning,

as soon as Pinote can shove off.

And I'm going to ask you

not to mention it again.

I told you I'm staying

right here with you.

Are you that curious

about him?

That's the last thing

you have to worry about.

I don't think so.

Oh now, Bart,

don't be ridiculous.

You don't know how deep

worry can go, Cindy.

Yes, I do.

I never want

you to know.

It's the w*r,

Bart.

The old w*r,

and now this new w*r.

I'm talking

about us--

About how you

feel being--

being married

to me and--

Bart.

(whispers)

Please.

I'm sorry.

You better

turn in now.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

**

(music box playing

Brahms's Lullaby)

**

Just because I was

lucky enough to k*ll him,

why should

I attend his funeral?

Watch the faces

carefully,

especially those

who look very sad.

(digging)

These are

our people.

They work here.

What do they know

about the Huk?

Mr. Dickson, your swimming

companion with the knife--

he worked

for you too.

Oh?

Then Mr. Kalak has made some

converts in our own backyard.

Not many.

A few.

Most are loyal.

Major, just what's

your pitch?

Why do you want me

out here?

Don't you

remember?

You're

my bait.

You think somebody would

take a pot shot at me

right here

at the funeral?

Oh, come now,

Major.

Not even the Huks

are that crazy--

not with your men

around here.

You do not know

the Huks, Mr. Dickson.

No.

No,

but I'm learning fast.

**

The Huks demanded money and rice

to fight our government.

That was Kalak's price

for not burning the central.

Your father told him

to come for it personally.

Then he set

an ambush for Kalak.

It did

not succeed.

But it was a

brave thing to try.

He was long

on bravery.

You've been

gone many years.

You're--

how do you say--

rusty about the things

important to the Filipino.

I'm here to sell

this outfit

and fly home with a suitcase

full of importance.

Does that

sicken you, Major?

Who will defend the people

who live here?

Who worked your land

all these years?

You, Major.

You will.

With what?

With

one company?

**

In the United States,

do you read much

of our leader Magsaysay?

He hasn't knocked the World

Series off the front page,

but I've heard

of him.

Face-to-face, he has talked

to every soldier in our army.

And he teaches what I first

learned in your country

when I took my training

at Fort Benning:

That all free men

are brothers.

Look, Major, I'm getting tired

of being the heavy around here.

I didn't bring

my flag this trip.

I'm an engineer,

not a guy on horseback.

I like the feel

of 50s in my palm.

Does that sum it up

for you?

Whether you like it

or not, Mr. Dickson,

on this side

of the world

we are all playing for larger

stakes than your plantation.

Your country and mine have

been together a long time.

We're going

to stay that way.

Yeah.

Guess I'm getting soft,

Major,

but

I admire you,

in my own

limited way.

Good luck.

It is you, Mr. Dickson,

who will need the good luck.

**

**

Ramirez!

(speaking Filipino)

**

**

Ah, that's a pretty slick

piece of machinery.

How long do you think

it would take

to get a firm offer

on this place?

From Hong Kong

or the Americans?

First come,

first serve.

Hong Kong--

overnight.

The others,

a little longer.

All this

Huk business,

do you think that would

hold us up any?

The other outfits

are in the same boat.

So long as the Huks don't

destroy our machinery

or burn down

the cane,

it won't

affect bidding.

Well, whoever it is,

get on it.

Money

is money.

The people, Greg-- they prefer

Americans managing the place.

Just how do you

know that?

Did you ever

really ask them?

Maybe they prefer

chop suey to hamburgers.

These cars,

they make them easy on

the eyes nowadays, don't they?

Real low

and slinky.

When I left

the States,

our cars stood right up

where you could see 'em.

Straight and proud

they stood.

You know something,

old man?

You never bought a round trip

ticket anywhere in your life.

You think

that's wrong?

Yeah.

Look, we'll go back

together.

You know anything I get

you're part of it.

You've served

your term.

Let's put the whole works

on the block

and we'll get rid of it

and get out of here.

Now I can't promise you

a Stanley Steamer,

but when we hit

San Francisco

there's one thing

I can promise you,

and that's the longest,

sleekest looking automobile

you've ever seen

in your life.

I'm grateful, Greg,

but I just couldn't do it.

Why?

Well, I admit that

I've thought about going back.

For 45 years I've thought

about it, off and on.

I've followed

the ads.

I know that buildings

are taller.

Some of 'em

real tall.

I know they've sort of cleaned

the doo-dads off things

back in

the States.

But I came here

in 1907.

Me and a boatload

of other schoolteachers.

Had a nice new

teaching credential

and a mind full of high

purpose-- help the people.

That's what

I came here to do.

Not with

a g*n.

Not with

the Good Book either.

But with quinine,

and clean drinking water,

and the three "R"s.

We did

a fine job too.

A job to be

proud of.

Got the illiteracy rate

down below 50%,

cleaned up cholera

and the plague,

and taught folks

to hold up their heads

and look a man

straight in the eye.

You think anyone

appreciates what you did?

Or remembers?

Yes,

yes, I do.

You know,

Americans have a wonderful

ability to win friends.

They have a nice smile,

they're simple and honest.

I'm still

an American, Greg.

I'd like to do more

than just win friends.

I'd like

to keep them.

You gonna handle

this sale, or do I?

I'm working for you now,

I'll handle it.

All right,

fine.

Greg.

No matter who buys the place,

I'm staying here.

I have

no choice.

Don't put me in that

kind of spot, old man.

I've got plenty of bumps

on my conscience already

without pulling the rug out

from under your feet.

I'm sorry,

son.

Yeah.

Yeah.

**

(speaking Filipino)

**

**

(fire crackling)

(crashing and rumbling)

Get more men

on this fire!

(g*nshots firing)

(g*nsh*t firing)

Just what's he trying

to get out of his system?

I remember when

he was a kid

he wouldn't even pull

the wings off of a butterfly.

There's lots of things

you don't know about, Greg.

Yeah,

for instance?

Remember Bart and I

spent three years

at Santo Tomás

concentration camp.

You don't know

what it means--

Bad food,

solitary confinement,

burning fever.

You don't know what

it can do to a man.

If Bart had known last

November 12th what he knows now,

things would

be different.

What's

November 12th?

The day he and Cindy

got married.

Go on.

You can

tell me.

He can never be

a husband to Cindy.

Not a

real husband.

Major was right.

(reading)

"People of Paoli,

rise up and join us.

"Strike now.

"The blood of young Dickson

must water the earth,

"which is

rightfully yours.

"Kalak."

Kalak writes

a lousy fan letter.

It's

a real yack.

What are you gonna

do about it?

I'm gonna keep him from pouring

kerosene over this joint

until your father here can get

me a certified check for it.

And let Kalak

get away with this?

Okay, so I'm

his number one pigeon.

But if you think I'm going out

and challenge him

with native spears

at ten paces, you're nuts.

Let's get out

of here.

**

(speaking Filipino)

**

Is this

everybody?

Yeah.

Well, you all know what happened

earlier this evening.

And they may

try it again.

So we're going to give

each one of you men

either a r*fle

or a p*stol.

(men murmuring)

(Greg)

Each one of our regular guards

will take three men.

I want every

station covered.

Two men will sleep

while two men stand guard.

You'll be

on two-hour shifts.

Two on and two off

until daybreak.

All right, Bart,

give 'em the g*ns.

(crowd murmuring)

Somebody got

some questions?

What about

our families?

Who will

defend them?

What about

our homes?

Huks don't care

about your homes.

All they

wanna do

is destroy the one thing on this

island that means anything--

This!

How do you think

you'd live?

Where would you earn money

for your families

if it weren't

for these machines?

Now look, I'm sorry

you're mixed up in this,

but whether

we like it or not,

Kalak wants to make an example

of this plantation.

Now our one chance

is to stand firm.

Together.

Get the g*ns.

These aren't people

to you.

They're just

so many g*ns.

We're living in a .50-caliber

generation, Mrs. Rogers.

People are only

as good as their aim.

Ask your husband.

He's pretty sharp with

the trigger department.

You never let up,

do you?

Okay, so I was

rough on 'em.

This is

their life.

This place has fed them

and clothed them.

What about their

wives and children?

The Huks won't

bother them.

God and Mr. Kalak

willing!

Looks like it'll

line up okay.

Fine, I'll take

the first watch.

What about me,

Commodore?

You get

some rest.

Bart, I think you'd

better take your bride up

to one of our

air-conditioned suites.

I suggest

the third floor.

We'll call you

when your watch starts.

Don't worry,

I'll keep in touch.

Hope you brought

your music box.

Greg.

Now look--

I said I'd call you

when we needed you.

Thanks, but this isn't

a night for sleep.

Goodnight.

Greg!

This place has

been good to me.

You understand?

Sure, sure, old man,

anything you say, sure.

I'd like to have

half a dozen men

to go with me

to the village.

Look, the village

is in no danger.

What would they want

with a row of grass shacks?

One of us-- an American--

should be there.

Look,

old man,

there's one thing on this island

that's not expendable,

and that's you.

Now you get up there and

find yourself a nice place

and go

to sleep.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

(Greg)

All right, men!

Take your stations!

Cindy.

How did Greg know

about the music box?

I told him.

Isn't that a fairly

personal subject?

I don't think it's

all that personal.

Come on, hm?

**

**

(clattering)

(g*nsh*t firing)

(guerillas

laughing)

(g*nsh*t firing)

**

(g*nsh*t)

(machinery humming)

Like one

of these?

Now that

you're awake,

I think

it's about time

I asked you

a few direct questions.

Like what?

Like, where'd

you come from?

How'd you get

to Paoli?

You know, things

in that category.

You have a particularly

poor sense of timing.

When you're standing

two-hour watches on and off,

you have to make

the offs count.

Where'd you

meet Bart?

At the embassy in Manila--

a garden party.

Love at first sight,

huh?

I was a secretary working

at the embassy-- very fast, too.

Fast?

90 words

a minute.

(chuckling)

How'd you get

way out here?

Wanted to see

the world,

till I ran out

of money in Manila.

Now, what else would

you like to know?

We haven't even begun to scratch

that beautiful surface yet.

Ever miss

the States?

Got nobody

to miss there.

Both my parents

are dead.

I have a cousin who lives

in Monterey, but--

I guess this

is my home now.

I was talking

to Stephen.

He told me

about Bart--

A lot of things

I didn't know about him.

I feel sorry

for both of you.

Just wanted you

to know that.

You know, I think I will take

one of those things now.

Oh, fine.

**

**

**

(g*nshots firing)

(g*nsh*t)

(g*nsh*t)

(g*nshots firing)

(train approaching)

(g*nsh*t firing)

(gate crashing)

(g*nsh*t firing)

(g*nsh*t)

(g*nsh*t)

Bart!

(blade whooshing)

(g*nsh*t)

Bart!

(g*nshots firing)

(g*nf*re continuing)

(bales crashing)

(train engine stalling,

steam hissing)

(g*nf*re continuing)

(armored truck

approaching)

(shouting orders

in Filipino)

**

(machine g*n firing)

(men shouting)

(g*nf*re continues,

armored truck rumbling)

(grenade exploding)

What are you

trying to do?

Get yourself

k*lled?

This is

my battle, too.

Yeah,

I guess it is.

(g*nf*re continuing)

**

(machine g*n firing)

(armored truck rumbling)

**

(orders in Filipino)

**

**

(Major)

Someone covered him

with our flag.

Mr. Rogers

would like that.

He was

an American,

but he was

one of us, too.

You wanted to play

with a new toy, old man.

Why?

What did you ever

know about g*ns?

Why didn't you stick

to your pipe and tobacco?

Quinine?

Your three "R"s?

Boy, I'll bet you

really tore into 'em,

like

a real k*ller.

Were you fast

on the draw?

Blinking

behind those glasses?

Did you ask their pardon

before you fired?

Why'd you do it,

old man?

Why?

(tearfully)

Why would you do

a thing like that?

Now you've gone

and spoiled everything.

Why didn't you leave the

sh**ting to Bart and to me?

(g*n clatters)

**

(crying)

You were right,

old man--

So right!

(sobbing)

About so

many things.

You and

your one-way ticket.

**

Maybe I'll stay

awhile too.

Till there are no more clocks

on your island.

Would you like that,

old man?

(sobbing)

Guess you can use

another man, Major.

I'm sorry,

Mr. Dickson.

You and your people must

evacuate this island now.

The entire village is going--

what's left of them.

I'm not gonna run--

not now, Major.

Perhaps you didn't

hear me, Mr. Dickson.

You were

in the army.

This is

an order.

Kalak is set

to attack in force.

You will assume immediate

charge of Pinote's ship.

Get the men, women

and children aboard her.

With luck, you can

make Manila by morning.

I'll be back

on the first boat.

Good luck

to you, Major.

God be with you,

Mr. Dickson.

**

We'll see to it that

he gets a proper burial.

**

**

(crickets chirping)

Today

we were beaten.

Tomorrow

we will win.

(cheering in unison)

At dawn,

we will attack them

with more g*ns.

More men from

many islands will join us.

We have tasted

our last defeat.

(cheering in unison)

(speaking Filipino)

(shouting

in Filipino)

(crowd responds

in Filipino)

(shouting in Filipino)

(men clamoring)

(shouting orders

in Filipino)

**

**

(shouting in Filipino)

**

(people chattering)

(crying)

(pig squealing)

Sorry!

Soldier!

(pig squealing loudly)

Come on,

get up there.

Okay.

Let's go,

Pinote.

(issuing orders

in Filipino)

(engine starting)

**

So you're going

to Manila after all.

With you.

**

(machinery humming)

**

**

(babies crying)

**

Sergeant!

Yes?

Tell our skipper

full steam ahead-- hurry!

**

(expl*si*n)

(expl*si*n)

(expl*si*n)

(people screaming)

**

(expl*si*n)

(g*nshots firing)

Get these gas jugs

overboard!

**

(splashing)

(splashing)

(g*nshots firing,

people screaming in panic)

**

(g*nshots firing)

**

(g*nshots firing)

**

It's flooding--

the engine room!

How long can you

keep her going?

Ten,

maybe 15 minutes.

Head her for the beach,

and drop the light post.

Okay.

**

Can you get her

any closer?

No, we're scraping

bottom already.

**

(g*nsh*t,

expl*si*n)

(expl*si*n)

(g*nsh*t firing,

expl*si*n)

(g*nsh*t firing,

expl*si*n)

(machine g*n firing)

**

(machine g*n firing)

**

(g*nf*re continuing)

**

(machine g*n firing)

**

**

(g*nsh*t ricocheting)

Ramirez!

(g*nsh*t firing)

**

(g*nf*re continues)

**

(g*nsh*t)

(g*nsh*t)

(babies crying)

(g*nsh*t)

**

(g*nf*re continuing)

(dynamite expl*si*n)

(babies screaming)

**

(grunting)

(g*nsh*t)

(shouting in Filipino)

**

(rebels shouting)

(g*nf*re continuing)

**

(armored truck rumbling)

(g*nf*re continuing)

(g*nf*re continuing)

**

**

(Cindy)

Bart?

Bart!

Oh, Bart.

(sobbing)

**

**

**

**

Kalak?

He's finished.

**

Your plantation,

I'm afraid, is finished too.

That doesn't

matter.

We'll start

all over again.

(people singing

in Filipino)

(singing continues)

(singing continues)

**

**

**

(roaring)