"Have and Haven't" Screenplay
Original / [US] Ernest Hemingway
Screenwriters / (United States) Jules Fuzeman, William Faulkner
Translation/Pinhwa
The story takes place in Fort-de-France, a city on the island of Martinique in the French West Indies, a few months after France and Germany signed a ceasefire agreement.
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1. Fort-de-France·Wharf·Close-up·Morning
A huge portrait of Marshal Pétain was posted on the gable of the army barracks. Someone tore two pieces of paper from the painting, leaving a neat "V" where they were torn. (Note 1) The camera is pulled back to reveal the quartermaster, in a French navy uniform, sitting on a chair leaning against the gable below the portrait, drowsy. When two passing black children saw the portrait being torn like this, they stopped to talk softly in the local dialect. The quartermaster sat up and turned to see what they were laughing at. He was furious when he found the word "V" pulled out from the portrait. He viciously told the two children to get out of the way, and rushed into the barracks to take out a new portrait of Pétain. He tore off the old image and hurriedly pressed the new image to the wall with a push-peg. He took a few steps back, intending to admire his work, but unexpectedly saw a looming "V" on the new portrait. Confused, he approached to check: the surface of the portrait was intact. Feeling inexplicable, he took off the portrait and looked at the back. It turned out that there was a big "V" painted on the back. Frightened, he immediately crumpled the painting into a ball, and rushed into the barracks again to take out the large Pétain portrait set in the frame. He hammered a rusty nail where it had been posted and hung the frame. He stepped back a few steps to see the effect, when Morgan walked down the street and entered the picture.
Quartermaster: Good morning, Captain Morgan. Can I help you today?
Morgan: Same as yesterday.
Quartermaster: Are you and your guests going to leave the port temporarily?
Morgan: Do you have an opinion?
The quartermaster entered the barracks with an air of high stakes and indecision. He opened the window, cleared his throat pompously, and prepared to fill out the form.
Quartermaster: Name?
Morgan: (patiently) Henry Morgan.
Quartermaster: Nationality?
Morgan: America.
Quartermaster: Ship's name?
Morgan: "Queen of the Conch," from Key West, Florida.
Quartermaster: The purpose of the trip?
Morgan: Fishing.
Quartermaster: Time at sea?
Morgan: Come back tonight.
Quartermaster: The sailing distance?
Morgan: I see at most thirty miles out to sea.
The quartermaster filled out the form and expertly signed it, stamped it, and handed it to Morgan.
Quartermaster: Please pay five francs. (Morgan pays) One more thing, you must be back in port before sunset.
Morgan: (surprised) Is this the new rule?
Quartermaster: Yes. This decree was promulgated overnight by the Governor of the Island, His Excellency General Robert. (You're welcome) Do you have an opinion?
Morgan shook his head and gave Pétain a Nazi salute.
Morgan: Long live the Emperor!
He walked towards the pier. At this time, the rusty nails couldn't take it anymore, and the photo frame fell to the ground. The quartermaster hurried over in fright, picked up the portrait, and saw behind it a large cross of Lorraine (the emblem of the Gaulles).
2. Fort-de-France Pier
From Key West, Florida, the Queen Conch, an eighteen-foot fishing yacht, was moored beside the pier. In the background, there is a busy scene of ships coming and going in the harbor in the morning. Morgan walked to the pier and saw that the tail cable of the "Conch Queen" was detached, tied only by the first cable, and had floated away from the pier. Eddie slept on the fishing chair with one leg out of the stern. Morgan jumped off the dock and walked towards Eddie. He saw six or seven empty beer bottles littering around Eddie. Eddie also held an empty wine bottle on his chest. Morgan pulled the boat over to the pier, tied the stern line as required, then grabbed Eddie by the collar, dipped his head off the side of the boat in the water, and pulled him back against the fishing chair. Take a seat.
Eddie: (he blinks the water out of his eyes and grins) Hello, Harry. How things had been?
Morgan: All went well. Did you know the boat almost floated away?
Eddie: (looking around) Nothing, it's not going anywhere, Harry. All cables are fastened.
Morgan: It's all set for now.
He walked towards the middle of the boat, Eddie following him.
Eddie: Where are you from, Harry? Didn't you bring me some wine?
Morgan opened the lid of the refrigerator and found that the beer was all empty, and only one bottle remained. He took the bottle out and opened the cap. Eddie grinned and reached out to take it.
Eddie: I'm saving this bottle just for it.
Morgan: For me? (putting his mouth to the mouth of the bottle) Thank you.
Disappointed, Eddie looked at Morgan eagerly. Morgan looked at him: he was tall, with sunken cheeks, drooping mouth corners, eye mucus in the corners of his eyes, and his sparse, light-colored hair had faded from the wind and the sun. Morgan knew he couldn't take another sip.
Morgan: (hands him the bottle) Here you go.
Eddie: (smiling) Harry, you're such a friend. I really had a drink this morning.
Morgan: You drink up every morning.
Eddie: You're so kind, Harry. I sometimes wonder why you are so nice to me.
Morgan: I've been wondering why I'm being so nice to you. (nods toward the dock) Go and help Horatio.
Horatio, a black man who specializes in supplying bait, walked onto the pier with a case of beer on his head. He was a real black Martinique, quick and taciturn, with a local voodoo rosary around his neck and an old straw hat in his hand. The best thing he did when he got back ashore at night was to dance the rumba, while on the boat it was to read the newspaper and get a good night's sleep. Eddie helped him onto the boat and put a case of beer next to the refrigerator.
Horatio: Good morning, Captain. The quartermaster took a bottle of our beer.
Morgan: Never mind, Mr. Johnson can afford it.
Eddie: (looks at the sun) He's almost an hour late, Harry. Maybe he won't go to sea today.
Morgan: He will come.
Horatio: (looking towards the street) Here he is.
Johnson, a fat, round-faced, forty-five-year-old businessman, stepped onto the dock in a sporting-goods-store-style fishing suit for fishing in the tropics: a cork sunhat Wait, it's all there.
Eddie: Good morning, Mr. Johnson! Is everything going well?
Johnson nodded reluctantly, clearly not taking Eddie seriously.
Johnson: (jumps to the deck of the boat) Good morning. (to Morgan) Well, shall we go to sea?
Morgan: It's all up to you, Mr. Johnson.
Johnson: (looks up at the sky) What's the weather like today?
Morgan: Same as yesterday. Maybe better.
Johnson: (lights a cigar) Let's go to sea.
Morgan: (to Horatio) Untether.
Horatio: Yes, Captain.
Eddie went aft and threw the empty beer bottles into the sea one by one.
Morgan: I have to go get some gas, Mr. Johnson.
Johnson: All right.
Morgan: (starting the motor) I need some gas money.
Johnson: (pulls out wallet) How much?
Morgan: Twenty-eight cents a gallon. I need forty gallons of gas. Eleven dollars in total.
Johnson: (removes a few bills from his wallet) Fifteen bucks.
Morgan: (taking the money) I'll give you the money at the gas terminal.
Johnson: Not busy. You use your money to top me, it's your money.
He went to the stern and sat on the fishing chair. Horatio untied the stern cable and jumped aboard. Morgan drove the boat off the dock and into the current.
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3. EXTERIOR · The sea near the Martinique coastline · Later in the day
A large marlin jumped out of the sea, trying to break free from the hook, but in vain.
4. EXT. Morgan's yacht near Big Fish
Johnson sat aft with a fishing rod in hand. Horatio sat up, folded the newspaper, and looked at the big fish. Eddie the alcoholic lay asleep on the deck. Harry Morgan called at the helm.
Morgan: Beat it up. Hit it hard. Knock it three or four times.
Johnson complied, with a few more hard hits. The rods turned, the reels squeaked, and the marlins sprang straight out of the water with a thud, gleaming silver in the sun, and then snapped like a horse falling off a cliff. fell heavily into the water.
Johnson: I got it!
Morgan: Let it go.
Johnson: (line slackens) It went away.
Morgan: No, he can't run. (to Horatio) Get ready for it guy.
Horatio prepared the guy, and the big fish jumped out again and began to swim to the open sea.
Johnson: (line slackens) It's gone.
Morgan shook his head.
Morgan: (turns the steering wheel in the direction the big fish is swimming) To the recovery line. It was firmly hooked.
Horatio: It can't run.
The big fish sprang straight out of the water again and again, rushed straight to the yacht, and splashed every time it fell back into the water.
Johnson: (line slackens again) It's gone.
Morgan: It really ran and I'll tell you. Go quickly to the recovery line, but don't pull too hard.
Johnson was clumsily reeling the line, and a sudden jerk of the rod sent the line drooping.
Morgan: (jacket annoyed) Well, it really ran away.
Horatio: Yes, sir—it's gone now.
Johnson: No, it didn't run. Get over the bow and chase it!
Morgan ignored him and just watched the Marlins hop away until they couldn't see it.
Morgan: Take the line back.
Johnson: I tell you I can still feel it pulling.
Morgan: (leaving the wheel) That's just the weight of the line.
Johnson: You're crazy. I can't even shake it. Maybe it's dead.
Morgan: That's hard to say. It's a pity it's still jumping and jumping.
He pulled on the line. It turned out that Johnson was taut and wound, and it was already in a ball and could not release the thread, so he could only cut the thread.
Morgan: (angrily) Didn't I tell you you had to loosen the cord?
Johnson: But it keeps pulling the strings.
Morgan: So what happened?
Johnson: So I tightened the line.
Morgan: (patiently) Listen, they'll snap the line if you don't let it go when they're hooked.
Johnson: That's your fault line.
Morgan: No line can handle it. When it pulls the wire, you have to let it go. When pulling back, don't feel the pull at all.
Johnson: I understand, I understand, no need for your wordy! (calls to Horatio, who is picking up mackerel bait) Hey, you- come on.
Horatio: (kindly) I'm done, Mr. Johnson.
He neatly put the hook into the mackerel's mouth, took out the gills, cut a slit and put the hook through the other side, tied the fish's mouth with iron wire, and fastened the hook to prevent it from falling off. And when trolling, the bait moves with the water and does not spin.
Johnson: (to Morgan) Will you pack the bait, Captain?
Morgan: Of course I will.
Johnson: Then why did you bring this guy to do this?
Morgan: You'll understand when you really hit the big fish.
Johnson: What do you mean by that?
Morgan: Horatio did a better job than I did.
Johnson: (nods to Eddie who is sleeping beside him) What would he do?
Morgan: No, he can't.
Johnson: A dollar a day. If it were me, I wouldn't be paying this expense.
Morgan: He's a must--isn't he, Horatio?
Horatio: I hope so.
Eddie woke up and went to the stern too.
Eddie: What's the matter?
Morgan knew he had to take a sip as soon as he woke up.
Morgan: You'd better have a beer.
Eddie walked towards the refrigerator.
Johnson: (full of displeasure, turning back and rewinding the line) I don't understand what you're doing with this alcoholic?
Morgan: Eddie was a good hand on the boat, then he became an alcoholic.
Johnson, he has nothing to do with him now. Is he your relative or something?
Morgan: Nothing.
Joseon: Then why should you take care of him?
Morgan looked at Eddie off-screen and grinned.
Morgan: He thought he was taking care of me.
Eddie came aft and was satisfied with a bottle of beer.
Eddie: Mr. Johnson, would you mind if I asked a question?
He threw the empty bottle into the sea, and Johnson looked unhappily at the place where the empty bottle fell into the water.
Johnson: Listen, sir, please note that not only did I pay for the beer, but I also paid the deposit for the bottle.
Eddie: Have you ever been stung by a bee?
Johnson: What's dead?
Eddie: Dead bees.
Johnson: (turns away) Nothing alive, never stung me.
Eddie: (winks at Morgan) In that case, I'll go back to my sleep. Thanks for your beer, Mr. Johnson.
Johnson turned to give him a glare. Horatio gave a sudden exclamation, Morgan shouted to Johnson.
Morgan: Watch your line!
Johnson turned around again and saw a large marlin jumping out of the water with its long snout smashing the mackerel bait.
Morgan: (returning to position in front of the wheel) Leave it loose.
Johnson: It didn't take the bait.
Morgan: It took the bait. This fish is huge. I bet it's a thousand pounds.
Johnson: Tell you, it didn't take the bait.
Before he finished speaking, the Marlin sprang straight out of the side of the boat, and Johnson was pulled from his chair as if he was being hoisted by a crane. He stood there holding on to the rod, but for a second, the rod was pulled bent like a bow, and then the handle of the rod hit him in the stomach, and the whole thing went into the sea: rod, reel Wheels, pulleys, everything.
Morgan: (closes the motor) Come on, I think that's it for today.
Johnson sat down, clutching the sore spot on his stomach where he was hit by the rod.
Johnson: (at a loss) What happened?
Morgan: Nothing happened. It's just that you stretched the line too tight, and when the fish came up, it suddenly pulled you out of the chair, and you couldn't catch the rod.
Horatio: (giggling) You're on a leash, the fish almost took you away.
Eddie: (pats Johnson on the back) Mr. Johnson, you're just out of luck. Maybe you're lucky with women. I said, Mr. Johnson, how about we hang out at night?
JOHNSON: (shyly standing up and punching Eddie in the face) I see how lucky you are, you drunkard!
Morgan: (Johnson rushes towards Eddie again, Morgan grabs him) Mr. Johnson, how's your water?
Johnson: (struggles towards Eddie) I've had enough!
Morgan: I've had enough - you'd better watch out and don't slip past me.
Eddie: (interrupting) Don't go too far, Harry, this guy owes you sixteen days of boat money.
Johnson: Fifteen days!
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5. EXTERIOR · Martinique Pier · Sunset
The quartermaster fell asleep in the chair reclining against the wall under the statue of Pétain. Morgan accompanied Johnson from the pier and stopped to put the pass in the quartermaster's arms, and Johnson stopped. Then they moved on again, and Johnson pointed to the tricolor on the barracks flagpole.
Johnson: I thought everyone had to lower the flag at night.
Morgan: The average person lowers the flag.
Johnson: It's the Vichy special.
Morgan: (indifferently) It's their flag anyway.
A plainclothes man with slender eyes leaned against the newsstand, put down the newspaper in his hand, and watched them go away.
6. Exterior · Fort de France · Jiang'an Street
Morgan and Johnson turned into the street. A black beggar is drinking from a drinking fountain. The slender-eyed plainclothes hurriedly caught up with them, raising their hats and chatting with them.
Plainclothes: Excuse me, gentlemen.
Morgan and Johnson stopped.
Plainclothes: (takes out a notebook) May I ask the two names?
Morgan: Do what?
Plainclothes: I heard this gentleman say something slandering the Vichy government.
He nodded at Johnson.
Johnson: Me? I never mentioned any Vichy. (to Morgan) Did I mention it?
Morgan: I wasn't paying attention.
Johnson: I'm just talking about the attitude of the US government. I'd say it could be called sloppy.
Plainclothes: Are you two Americans?
Johnson: Yeah.
Plainclothes: (raises hat again) Excuse me. I think you are British.
He turned away. Morgan and Johnson continued down the street toward the door of the bar and hotel.
7. INTERIOR · BAR
Morgan and Johnson came in and stopped in front of the wine cooler, behind which a portrait of Pétain hung as usual. In a far corner, pianist Cricket sits at the piano and practices a song. There are two waiters in the class. Gerard, the French shopkeeper, was checking the accounts behind the closet, and when he heard Morgan and Johnson asking for wine, he greeted them.
Gerald: How is it, gentlemen—how are you today? (to the bartender) That's what Captain Morgan asked for. How many times do I have to tell you?
Morgan: No luck, Frenchman.
Johnson: I've never seen a fish that big in my life, and we let it go.
Gerald: (sympathetically) Maybe tomorrow it will come to you again.
Johnson: I quit. I've had enough. I really can't stand to fish like this.
Morgan: It's no wonder you. You have been here for sixteen days, and you have hooked two big fish, which are worth a year for a good fisherman.
Johnson: Come on, come on, forget about it. (Takes out wallet) I don't have enough money to pay your bills. I will go to the bank tomorrow morning to withdraw money.
Morgan: All right. (Takes up the wine and drinks it down) See you later.
He walked towards the back of the store. Gerald followed him, chasing after Morgan as he went upstairs. Up the stairs is the hotel part.
Gerald: Harry, someone asked about you today.
Morgan: (pauses) Fishing?
Gerald: No. A few friends—(looking around carefully) Friends of my friends.
Morgan looked at him, smiled knowingly, and shook his head. Gerald took his arm and walked down the hotel corridor.
8. Interior Scene · Hotel Corridor
Gerald walked side by side with Morgan.
Gerald: They just wanted to borrow your boat for the night. They will also pay big bucks. Of course, it's not as good as the price Americans give.
Morgan: (shaking his head) I'd be more than happy to accommodate your request, Frenchman. It's a pity that I can't take such a big risk, and I can't afford to interfere in local political activities.
Gerald: It's an emergency. After that, when the times change, it will work in your favor, Harry.
Morgan stood at the door of his room and opened the door with the key. At this moment, the door across the corridor opened, and Mary walked out with an unlit cigarette in her hand.
Mary: (sees Gerald) Any matches?
Gerald rummaged through his pockets, looked back at Morgan, and saw that he, too, was rummaging through his pockets.
Morgan: (opens the door) Probably in my room.
He entered the room and Gerald followed.
9. INT Morgan's sitting room
Morgan and Gerald entered the room one after another. Mary stopped in the doorway and looked into the room. Morgan opened the desk drawer and, looking at Mary, took out a box of matches. He had identified her at a glance, and his next move confirmed his estimate of her.
Morgan: (throws the matchbox to Mary) Take it.
She caught the matchbox, pulled out a match, lit the cigarette, closed the matchbox, and threw it back.
Mary: Thank you.
She went out and took the door behind her.
Morgan: When did she come?
Gerald: This afternoon.
Morgan: On the plane from the south? (Gerald nods) What business did she do?
Gerald: Why do you think she has a deal?
Morgan shrugged and pushed open the transom.
Morgan: I said, Frenchman, let's talk about that. Those Vichy guys are in power right now, and if they catch me and schmooze with the de Gaulle pie, I'm screwed. Maybe even the boat with people is completely complete.
Gerald: (reluctantly) You're always the best judge, Harry.
Morgan: I'm all for you, Frenchman. You understand.
Gerald: Let's have dinner together.
He opened the door and went out.
Morgan: (begins to take off his village shirt) I'll come after taking a shower.
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10. INTERIOR · BAR · THAT NIGHT
Cricket plays a nostalgic song on the piano surrounded by a group of acquaintances. Mary and Johnson were sitting at a nearby table, and she was singing. They had just finished dinner, and it was obvious that Johnson was playing on her mind. Morgan and Gerald were eating at the other end of the bar, and Morgan was thinking about Mary. A black kid came in and whispered something to Gerald. Gerald dismissed the child with a sigh of worry. Morgan turned to look at him.
Gerald: I want to get those guys back, but I just can't get on with them.
Morgan: (looking back at Mary again) Are you saying you want to hire the guys on my boat?
Gerald: It would have been dangerous enough to have them here - if nothing else...
Morgan watched Mary finish the song.
Morgan: Why don't you go to the door to see if they're there?
Gerald: (raises his head in Mara's side) Do you like her voice?
Morgan: Not bad.
Gerald finished his coffee, got up and walked towards the back of the store. After Gerald was out, Morgan saw Johnson tell Mary and staggered across the room to the men's room in the hallway behind Mary. As soon as Johnson was out, Mary drank the brandy from the glass, picked up her handbag, and headed for the stairs in the background. Morgan watched her approach. She saw him too, she said pleasantly as she passed him.
Mary: Good evening.
Morgan: (in the same tone) Good evening.
Mary glanced back at him as she went up the stairs, and Morgan drank his coffee and got up to follow her.
11. Interior Scene · Hotel Corridor
Mary entered the screen down the corridor and took out the key from her handbag. Morgan also enters the picture, and Mary uses the key to open the door and sees him at a glance. He walked up to her and stretched out his hand.
Morgan: Take it out, skinny girl.
Mary: What do you want?
Morgan: Johnson's wallet.
Mary: Are you drinking too much?
Without a word, he grabbed her arm, led her down the corridor, opened the door to his own room, and shoved her inside.
12. INT Morgan's sitting room
Morgan came in with Mary, closing the door with him.
Mary: I said, sir, what's the matter with you?
Morgan: (stretching out his hand) Here it is, skinny girl.
Mary: Listen to me. No one calls me skinny. I'm too skinny. I don't like to hear that word.
Morgan: It's okay if you don't call, as you please.
He walked towards her, and Mary ducked back.
Mary: What do you want to do?
Morgan: Stop putting on the air.
Mary stared straight at him for a while, then smiled slightly.
Mary: You get it all, Steve, I'm not your match.
She took the wallet out of her bosom and looked at Morgan.
Mary: I thought you were a fisherman, but I didn't expect you to be a hotel detective.
Morgan: Johnson is my client.
Mary: He didn't say anything nice about you.
Morgan: Then he's still my client. Besides, I don't like petty thieves.
Mary: I didn't steal it. He dropped the wallet and I picked it up.
Morgan: Oh, are you going to pay him back?
Mary: No, I'm not going to pay it back. I do not like him.
Morgan: That's a valid reason.
Mary: Besides, I need to get some money to get out of here.
Morgan: Again, that's a very valid reason. Too bad you have to look elsewhere for the money.
Morgan took the wallet, opened it, and dumped its contents on the table.
Morgan: (chatteringly) Humph! Look what? Sixty yuan in cash and a traveler's check for one thousand four hundred yuan!
Mary: I have all those sixties.
Morgan: This guy owes me eight hundred and twenty-five dollars. He said "I don't have enough money in my hand", "I'll get it from the bank tomorrow morning and pay you back". (Looking at the plane ticket) He has been carrying the plane ticket to take off tomorrow at dawn, so he gave me this set.
Mary: Is he going to slip away?
Morgan: (nods) It's just that you didn't pay him back.
Mary: So I did you a favor?
Morgan: That goes without saying. (takes out a bill) Here you go.
Mary took the note and looked at it.
Mary: (as if he never knew he would be so generous) Twenty dollars!
Morgan: You can always use it, right?
Mary: Of course it works. But I can't take it. I don't take it. I just got back eight hundred and twenty-five dollars for you.
Morgan glared at her and took the bill back from her hand.
Morgan: Did you get my money back?
Mary: Yeah, if it wasn't for me, you'd never know Johnson was leaving again, would you?
Morgan looked at her for a moment, then smiled, and began to put the contents of the wallet back.
Morgan: That's right. How do you say it's fair?
Mary: That's all up to you.
Morgan: How about you see half and half?
Mary: (startled) Half and half?
Morgan: Yeah. If I didn't stop you, wouldn't this bag be yours? After all, I always have the right to order something.
Mary smiled.
Mary: Come on, I'm lucky as long as I don't owe you anything.
She went to the door, someone knocked on the door, she stopped.
Morgan: Who?
The door opened, and Gerrard led three French youths in civilian clothes, the de Gaulle partisans, into the room.
Gerald: Harry, these are my friends who want to charter your boat.
Mary continued towards the door.
Mary: See you later.
Morgan: You sit down. Our business is not over yet. (to Gerald) I said I wasn't interested.
Gerald: I told them what you meant, but Pokhara wanted to talk to you in person.
Morgan: You guys better get out of here.
Pokhara: We are not afraid.
Morgan: But I'm afraid.
Pokhara shrugged helplessly, turned and said to the others.
Pokhara: Go and see what's going on in the street.
Gerald: I'll go.
He walked out, where the three guerrillas stood with their heads bowed.
Morgan: Guys, I'm sorry, I'm not going to do it.
Pokra: We give you two thousand five hundred francs.
Morgan: That's fifty dollars. I'm not going to do it.
Guerrilla A: One thousand per person. (Morgan still shakes his head) Just a short trip from here to forty kilometers away.
Pokhara: We wanted to give you more money, but we don't have that much.
Morgan: Don't embarrass me. I'm telling you the truth, I'm not going to do it.
Partisan B: In the future, the situation has changed, which will be very beneficial to you.
Morgan: I know. But I'm not going to do it.
Pokhara: I thought all Americans were friends with us.
Morgan: I said, they'll send you to Devil's Island. I don't have that much friendship with anyone.
Pokhara: They dare not do this to an American.
Morgan: If I were with you, they would dare to do it.
A moment of silence. Pokhara looked at Mary.
Pokhara: Is she your sweetheart?
Morgan: No.
The door opened and Eddie came in like a gust of wind.
Eddie: (smiling) Hello, Harry. what are you doing?
Pokhara: (unbuttons his coat) Who is he?
Morgan: A friend of mine.
Eddie: How did you deal with that Mr. Johnson?
Morgan: Good. Who is watching the boat?
Eddie: (smiles) I'm watching. But when I waited and waited, my throat was dry.
Morgan: Go back to the boat. There is a bottle of wine in the toolbox.
Eddie: Thanks, Harry. You are really kind. You make me proud. Who are these people?
Morgan: I don't know either.
Eddie: (pointing to Pokhara) He wandered around the pier for a while after you left.
Pokhara: You drunkard has a good memory.
Eddie: Drinking has nothing to do with my memory. Otherwise I would have stopped drinking. I can't forget. You see, or I should have forgotten how comfortable it is to drink. How can that be good? I should drink water again.
Pokhara: Maybe you forgot the taste of drinking water again.
Eddie: No, I can't forget. I've been in the water too long. Did any of you get stung by a bee?
The three French youths laughed.
Bodera: (thinks for a moment) I can't remember any kind of bee sting.
Mary: (returning to Eddie) Have you been through?
Eddie was overjoyed and looked at her with a smile on his face.
Eddie: I said, miss, it's really yours. Only you and Harry can...
Morgan: You don't miss the French.
Eddie: Right. Only you and Harry and the French got it right. Really watch out for dead bees when walking barefoot. If you step on it, it will sting you no worse than a live bee. Especially those bees that are dying of rage. I dare say I've been stung a hundred times by bees...
Mary: Really? Why don't you sting them?
Eddie: (grins at her) Harry always says the same. Too bad I don't have thorns...
Partisan 1: (to Morgan) Does he keep talking so much nonsense?
Morgan: So many. (to Eddie) I'll be on the pier in a while...
Eddie: Well, see you later.
Eddie waved to them and walked out of the room.
Morgan: Excuse me, gentlemen. Where did we just say?
Partisan B: You can get three thousand francs, which may be of great benefit to you in the future. This situation will not last long, you understand.
Pokhara: If you help us with this short trip, I can guarantee this situation will not last.
Morgan: I said, I don't care who is in power in France or Martinique. It doesn't matter who wants to be in power. Please be smart. (to Mary) Come on, we both have unfinished bills.
Morgan nodded to Mary and walked towards the room. He bowed politely to Mary as Mary passed by Pokhara.
Pokhara: Good night.
Mary: Good night.
Morgan slammed the door, and the two of them walked out of the room.
13. Hotel corridor · Morgan's room entrance
Morgan and Mary came out of the room.
Mary: Are you really going to take me with you?
Morgan: Do you feel like lying or do you do it yourself?
Mary: Let's go.
They come out of the picture.
14. Interior · Bar
Morgan and Mary came down the stairs and met Johnson in front of the wine cooler.
Johnson: (to Mary) Where have you been? I look for you everywhere. (to Morgan) You're so bad, you kidnapped my girl.
Morgan: She wants to discuss something with you. (He leans on the wine refusal) Say it, skinny girl.
Mary: (hands the Phi-fuzi) Here's your wallet.
Johnson: (It's only now that he realizes he's lost his wallet) Where did you get it?
Mary: (squinting Morgan) I stole it.
Johnson: Well, that's really good enough. (He is overwhelmed) What are you going to do?
Morgan: (stares at the scene) Mr. Johnson, the question is what are you going to do?
Johnson looked at Morgan, and only now realized that Morgan might have looked at the wallet.
Morgan: (continues) You'd better check to see if everything is there.
Johnson: (stuttering) Ah, so it goes without saying...no problem.
Morgan: Better check it out. Maybe she wants you to write a receipt.
Johnson hastily glanced at the contents of his wallet.
Johnson: No problem, it's all there.
Morgan: Are you sure?
Johnson: (wanting to change the subject) Sure. I said, ma'am, I didn't...
Morgan: (interrupting him) You'd better check your traveler's checks.
Johnson: (doing reluctantly) Fourteen hundred dollars.
Morgan: (slowly pulls out a cigarette) But don't you have to go to the bank tomorrow?
Johnson felt a little guilty.
Morgan: What time is the flight on your ticket? (He starts to push)
Johnson: Half past six.
Morgan: (acting) Six-thirty in the morning. The bank opens at ten o'clock.
Mary struck a match at the sound of these words, held it up in front of Morgan, and lit his cigarette. He paused, then grinned at her after a while.
Morgan: I hate this guy as much as you do.
Johnson: I said, Mr. Morgan. I am planning to...
Morgan: (interrupting) Going to sign the check, right?
Johnson: That goes without saying. I……
Morgan: (to the bartender) Any pens?
While the bartender was looking for a pen, the three guerrillas came downstairs and walked towards the door.
Morgan: (waving to them) Good luck.
Morgan handed Johnson the pen, and he began to write a check; Morgan glanced at the door, grabbed Mary and pushed her aside.
15. INTERIOR · BAR · CAMERA ON THE GATEWAY AND WINDOWS
The three guerrillas stood on the sidewalk, pulled out their pistols, and hurriedly ducked their heads to hide behind the ice truck. At this moment, a large car came jerkingly. The rear window of the car was open, and a machine gun passed through the window. Shooting down the street. Intermittent bullets shot chest-high through the bar's windows, shattering the wine bottles displayed along the wall behind the wine cabinet, and shattering the ice on the ice truck. Pokhara sprawled on the wheels of the ice truck and fired into the cab of the car.
16. EXTERIOR · The street in front of the bar
The car swerved to the right, ran onto the sidewalk, crashed into the colonnade, and stopped when it entered the shop window. Two big men crawled out of the back door of the car. One held a submachine gun in his hand, the other a short pistol.
The one with the submachine gun was Captain Reynard of the National Security Service; the one with the short gun was Lieutenant Keyu. The ice truck driver ran from the Kunai Hotel and rushed to tend the frightened horses. Keyu knocked the coachman to the ground with a single shot from a short gun. Partisan A hid behind the ice truck and opened fire. The bullet bounced across the street and hit the rear wheel of the car. The tire air came out and blew a cloud of dust. Leonard was almost on the ground and shot under the ice truck.
17. Interior · Bar
Morgan lay on the ground and pulled Mary behind the wine cooler.
Mary: (bewildered) I said, you are...
Morgan: Lie down.
He wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly, bullets whizzing over their heads, punching holes in cabinets and bar equipment.
18. EXTERIOR · The street in front of the bar
Partisan B was shot and fell on the pavement behind the ice truck. Guerrilla A leaned over to help him, and fell down. Pokhara stood on the wheel and leaned against the driver's seat to shoot. Seeing this, he grabbed the reins, climbed into the carriage, and drove the horse along the street. Leonard and Keyu chased the car and shot at the ice cubes at the back of the carriage. The ice slag collapsed, and large chunks of ice fell to the ground, and the carriage galloped away, turning around in the distance and disappearing. Leonard and Keyu chased after them on foot.
19. EXTERIOR · Havana Backstreet
The ice truck enters the frame, and Pokhara restrains the horse by an alley. He climbed out of the car and headed into the alley. Leonard and Keyu caught up from the corner, and when they saw the abandoned carriage, they carefully stopped and watched.
20. Interior · Bar
Gerald, who had been standing by the door watching the movement in the street, ran back to Morgan and Mary.
Morgan: Kill them all?
Gerald: (excitedly) At least one escaped. I guess it was Pokhara that ran away. I said, Harry, this is really bad. But only I know that the two of you have seen them. Then there's Eddie.
Morgan: He probably doesn't remember at all.
Gerald: (continues) You didn't know anything when the police came. (turns to Mary) Don't know anything. do you understand. Miss?
Mary: I understand.
Morgan: She won't say anything.
The bartender's voice interrupted them.
Waiter: Mr. Gerald! Mr. Gerald!
They looked back to see the waiter leaning over Johnson's body. Morgan walked over and turned him over. A bullet went through Johnson's head. Mary stared at Morgan. Morgan pulled out the traveler's checks and wallet from Johnson's hand. He took the cash out of the wallet, put the traveler's checks in the wallet, put the wallet in Johnson's pocket, and put the bills in his own pocket.
Morgan: He hides faster than he writes. (Mary glares at him) What a pity, they'll just have to defend France later. Just one more minute delay and the checks will work.
There was a sound of sirens outside, and they turned towards the door. A gendarmerie sergeant walked in with six or seven French sailors.
Military Police: (commanded in both English and French) Keep quiet. Stand still.
Then there was silence, and three men in plainclothes with menacing looks walked into the bar silently, stood in the middle of the open space, and surveyed the people present. These three people are Leonard, Keyu, and Leonard's bodyguards. Morgan asked Gerald softly.
Morgan: Who is this?
Gerald: (surprised) NSA.
Morgan: The Gestapo, right?
They looked at the three comings, and the comings started walking around, staring at everyone's faces.
Leonard: (follows his bodyguard; sees Johnson) What happened to this man?
Gerald: A stray bullet. His name is Johnson and he is an American.
Leonard: (quietly) Very unfortunate. (commands two sailors) Carry him away.
He leaned against the wine cooler and spoke slowly to the people present.
Leonard: It's all very regrettable. Don't panic. We only interfere with those who do not follow the rules. I want a few people to stay now. Anyone I did not specify please leave the scene immediately. This bar is closed tonight.
Leonard began to walk and designated a few people to stay, including Gerald, Morgan, and Mary. Leonard ordered Mary to stay and move forward, Mary whispered to Morgan.
Mary: Have you ever been stung by a bee?
At this moment, Eddie walked in casually past the sailor who was holding the door. He suddenly paused and found that the place was heavily guarded, and turned around and walked out equally excited.
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21. Interior · Police Station · Night
Morgan, Mary and Gerald are being arraigned. Leonard sat behind the desk with the bodyguard standing beside him. Keyu interrogates Gerald first.
Gerald: I'll say it to you again. I don't know these people. They came in for a drink. There is only so much I know.
Keyu: Have you never seen them?
Gerald: Not seen.
Gouyu: Well, you can go now.
When Gerald turned to leave, Leonard spoke.
Renard: Which side do you support, Mr. Gerrard?
Gerard: I support France.
Reynard: Well, try to keep your faith.
Gerald went out again. Leonard said a few words to Keyu, and Gerald stopped to listen.
Reynard: We should advise Mr. Gerrard that he should notify us the next time a suspicious person comes to him. In doing so, he could avoid bloodshed on his turf.
Gerald: I'm in business, how can I know which customers are suspect and which are not?
Leonard: I see you know what. Good night.
Gerald went out. Leonard said to Keyu.
Leonard: Then ask.
Corey: (to Morgan) You said you never saw these guys in the bar, did you?
Morgan: It is.
Keyu: What is your relationship with the deceased?
Morgan: He rented my boat to go fishing.
Keyu: You mean he once rented your boat. Because according to the ticket on him, he was leaving Martinique early in the morning.
Renard: He has no money on him, nor in his wallet, just American traveler's checks. Is this in line with his usual habits, Captain Morgan?
Morgan: He has sixty dollars in his wallet.
Leonard: Where did the money go?
Morgan: I took it.
Leonard: Why did you take it?
Morgan: Because he owes me eight hundred and forty dollars.
Leonard: At least you didn't kill him, did you?
Morgan: It doesn't look like I killed it.
Leonard: But someone killed him, it's your luck. Because he died, you took part of his debt yourself. Is the money on you?
Morgan: Yes.
Leonard: (stretching out his hand) Please hand it over.
Morgan pulled a large sum of money from his pocket, not only the money he had taken from Johnson's wallet, but his own. He counted out sixty dollars and put it on the table. Leonard also stretched out his hand.
Leonard: (in a tougher tone) Please hand it over, Captain.
Morgan: The rest of the money is my own.
Leonard: So who can say please?
Morgan stared at him for a moment, then tossed the rest of the money on the table. Leonard picked up the money and put it in the drawer.
Leonard: Thank you. You don't have to worry, this money is nationalized by the government, our government is as indisputable as yours. If you can produce enough evidence, it can be returned.
He turned towards Mary.
Leonard: Miss, your name?
Keyou: (opens Mary's passport to check with herself) Browning Mary. American, twenty-two years old. How long have you been in Fort de France?
Mary: It's today... this afternoon.
Keyu: Where do you live?
Mary: The Marquis Hotel.
Keyu: Where are you from?
Mary: Trinidad. Port of Spain.
Leonard: Before that, miss? Did you go to Trinidad from your hometown?
Mary: No, from Rio.
Leonard: Are you alone?
Mary: (hesitates) Yes.
Leonard: Why are you getting off the plane here?
Mary: I'm here to buy a new hat.
Keyu stepped forward and slapped Mary. Morgan saw it all. He saw that Mary remained motionless under the slap. She was smoking, turned around and put the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the table, took off her hat and handed it to Leonard to ask him to see the logo inside the hat.
Mary: Now you should take my word for it.
Leonard: I never meant to disbelieve you, miss. It's just the tone of your voice that I can't hear. I ask again: why are you getting off the plane here?
Mary: I don't have enough travel expenses.
Leonard: It's like a sentence. Where were you when the gun was fired?
Morgan: (to Mary) You can't answer his question.
Keyew: (to Morgan) Shut up, I mean you.
Morgan: (to Mary) Don't answer him.
Keyu took a step toward Morgan.
Morgan: (to Corey) Good to come. Beat me up.
Leonard: Forget it, forget it, Captain. We're not fighting in groups here. We just want to make things clear.
Morgan: You don't get it by beating up the Americans. You're out of luck.
Reynard: No matter what American, as long as he interferes with the work of foreign police, he is out of luck. So be it. If we're going to ask you questions, can we find it in the hotel?
Morgan: Since you have both my money and my passport withheld, I can't seem to get anywhere else.
Leonard: We'll give you the passport back. As for the money, if it's really yours, there will always be an arrangement.
Morgan: Shall I see the American consul and ask him to arrange it for you?
Leonard: That's your right. By the way, which side do you support?
Morgan: I'm just looking out for my own business.
Leonard: Allow me to persuade you...
Morgan: I don't need to be persuaded to keep faith. (to Mary) Come on, let's get out of this place.
Morgan and Mary went out.
(into)
22. EXTERIOR · A side street · Minutes later
Music came from an underground tavern. Morgan and Mary came round the corner. Mary stopped and looked into the tavern.
Mary: I'd like to have a drink.
Morgan: I think so too.
They come out of the picture.
23. INTERIOR · Bistro
The tavern is full of locals and sailors. Couples of men and women dance on a small dance floor in the middle of the table. Morgan and Mary enter the frame, heading towards the wine cooler in the background.
Bartender: (in French) What would you like?
Morgan reached into his pocket, smiled, and shook his head.
Morgan: I'm just going to have a look here.
Mary: No money?
Morgan: The police ran out of money.
Mary: We'll have to wait until we get back to the hotel to drink.
Morgan: Then it's all closed.
Mary: I forgot.
She turned to look around the room and put her arm on the wine cabinet.
Morgan: Pick the right person?
Mary: I'm good enough today, I really need a drink. (She notices Morgan's gaze) You don't care, do you?
Morgan: (pulls out a cigarette) It's okay, please.
Mary put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back a little so she could see across the room. Mary stepped out of the picture and took a cigarette from Morgan's cigarette case. Morgan also pulled out a cigarette and watched as she made her way across the table. Several men winked at her, but she shrugged it off, until she came to a young and beautiful French navy ensign who was lighting a buddy's cigarette. Mary leaned over, lit a match at the match he held out, and straightened up and walked towards the dance floor. The second lieutenant watched her, grinned at his companion, and got up to catch up with Mary. He asked her to dance. Mary looked him up and down for a while before accepting it. They danced, and she looked at Morgan over her partner's shoulder. Morgan lit his cigarette and walked towards the door. Morgan stepped out of the picture.
(into)
24. INT Morgan's sitting room half an hour later
Morgan opened the door and saw Mary standing in the corridor with a bottle of wine under her arm.
Mary: Hello.
Morgan: Hello.
He went back to the room and sat down at the table. Mary closed the door and leaned against it to look at him.
Mary: You're not happy, are you?
Morgan: What can I be upset about?
Mary: (coming over) I'm not very rude, am I?
Morgan: Fair enough. You got a bottle of wine, right?
Mary: (opens the bottle) You're not happy, are you?
Morgan: I said, let's make it clear. I don't care...
Mary: I know, you don't care what I do. But if I really want to do it, you won't be happy. (laughs) You know, you asked me to do it.
Morgan: What did I tell you to do?
Mary: You said "please do it". Did you say it?
Morgan: You really have two strokes.
Mary: With compliments. (She goes to the closet for two glasses) Would you rather I don't?
Morgan: Don't do what?
Mary: (pours wine) Do such a thing.
Morgan: Why do you need to ask me?
Mary: But I just wanted to hear it.
Morgan: (raises his glass) You bitches...
Mary: Well, I'll never do it again.
Morgan: I said, I didn't let you...
Mary: Don't worry. I won't wash my hands if I should. Isn't it like catching a turtle in a urn?
Morgan: What do you mean?
Mary: These men... (laughs) They're all a bunch... (laughs again) I'm just putting it nicely. All of each other, like a raccoon dog.
She picked up her glass of wine and went out the door.
25. Interior · Corridor
Mary walked across the corridor, unlocked her own door, and walked out of the screen.
(into)
26. INTERIOR MARY'S BEDROOM
Mary sits at the dresser brushing her hair. She has changed into casual clothes. She heard someone unscrew the door to her sitting room.
Mary: Who?
Morgan's Voice: Me.
Mary: What are you doing?
27. INT. Mary's sitting room
Morgan closed the door and pulled out the bottle under his arm.
Morgan: I brought you this bottle of wine.
Mary's Voice: Thank you.
Morgan put the bottle on the table and surveyed the room. A few framed pictures hang on the wall. Morgan walked over to look at two of the pictures. One shows Mary standing next to a slender brunette in a swimsuit that says she's "Miss Miami." In another photo, Mary is next to an equally slender blonde, whose swimsuit identifies her as "Miss Palm Beach." On other walls are photos of her by professional photographers on the beaches of Rio, Buenos Aires, Trinidad and more. And Mary was standing next to the Argentine girl in a wheelchair; Mary was sitting under a big umbrella, next to a beautiful young male companion.
28. INTERIOR MARY'S BEDROOM
Mary leaned back in her chair and saw Morgan's demeanor through the doorway.
Mary: There's a scrapbook on the table.
Morgan picked up the book and went into the bedroom as he read it.
Morgan: (reads the clippings) You've been in a lot of competitions.
Mary: (nodding) Always be the runner-up.
Morgan walked over to her and looked down at her thoughtfully.
Morgan: What are you going to do, skinny girl?
Mary: I'm going to ask you the same question, Steve.
Morgan: How long have you been away from home?
Mary: (brushing her hair) It's almost time, right?
Morgan: When?
Mary: Time to explain my life experience. Where to start?
Morgan: (sitting down on the bed) I already know about that.
Mary: Who told you that?
Morgan: You told me.
Mary: Go on.
Morgan: That slap you got.
Mary: So what happened?
Morgan: You didn't even blink. It takes exercise. To Luo, I know you, skinny girl.
Mary: Mmm—. The next time I get beaten up, I'll have to try to pretend.
Morgan got up, picked up a bottle of perfume from the dresser, and sniffed the cork.
Mary: Does it remind you of someone, Steve?
Morgan: (puts down the bottle) Thinking a bit.
Mary took the bottle and put a little perfume behind her ear, and wiped the front neck with the cork.
Morgan: (takes a deep breath) It smells good.
He sat down on the bed and admired her.
Mary: (after a while) I'm tired, Steve. I want to sleep.
Morgan: (rising) That's a good idea.
He walked out of the bedroom into the sitting room.
Mary: Take that bottle of wine if you like.
Morgan's voice: (from the sitting room) I'll just have a drink before going to bed.
(into)
29. INT Morgan's sitting room 10 minutes later
Morgan was sitting at the table and had just finished his glass of wine when there was a knock on the door. Mary stepped into the doorway.
Mary: Steve.
Morgan: I thought you were asleep.
Mary: Are you going to see the American consul tomorrow morning?
Morgan: Of course.
Mary: (goes indoors) Do you think it can solve the problem?
Morgan: It doesn't solve the problem at the moment.
Mary sat down on the couch and began to take off her slippers.
Mary: Who is that girl, Steve?
Morgan: What girl?
Mary: The girl who left you with so many wonderful memories. You don't think much of women, do you, Steve? (Morgan doesn't answer, and Mary begins to take off her stockings) She must be a wonderful girl. I see you and I are tied to a boat - only I'm less worried.
She took a few bills from the bottom of her stockings and walked towards Morgan.
Mary: This is what you use, right? (hands over the money) Here you go.
Morgan looked at the bill and shook his head.
Morgan: I got it.
Mary: Didn't you say you searched them all?
Morgan: Don't you mean you've already run out of money?
Mary: Oh, I always keep enough, but I don't have to ask anyone for anything. Are you really useless?
Morgan: You need it more than I do.
Mary looked at him for a while, then turned to the door and opened the transom.
Marie: (turning to whisper) What are you going to do for the de Gaulles?
Morgan: I don't know yet. Check it out.
Mary: Our plane passed over Devil's Island. It doesn't look like a high-end retreat.
Morgan: That's what I heard too.
MMA: Give me fifty bucks and I won't take the risk.
Morgan: Don't mix it up, or you'll risk it for nothing.
He went to the door and put the transom down again. Mary looked at him and smiled.
Mary: (thinking about him) You don't like to take goodwill from others, do you?
Morgan: I also don't like being accepted by others. (lights a cigarette) What else do you want to know? I'm not good at keeping photos, or scrapbooks.
Mary: It's not too hard to figure you out, Steve—just not very easy to figure out sometimes. Sometimes I know exactly what you're opening your mouth to say - mostly right. Sometimes... (sits in his arms) Sometimes you're really annoying.
Morgan: What are you doing here?
Mary: Yeah, someone has to take the initiative.
She kissed him.
Morgan: Why are you doing this?
Mary: I'm wondering if I'll like this one.
Morgan: Has it come to a conclusion?
Mary: I still can't figure it out.
She kissed him again, this time Morgan hugged her and kissed back.
Mary: (standing up) I thought you wouldn't accept anyone's kindness?
Morgan: It's different.
Mary: (holding up the money) Did you change your mind about that?
Morgan: No.
Mary: I don't understand.
Morgan: Don't understand what?
Mary: (looks at the money) The money is mine, and the lips are mine. What's the difference between these two?
Morgan: Who is that guy?
Mary: Which guy?
Morgan: The guy who made so many good impressions on you. You don't look down on men very much, do you? He must be an amazing guy.
Mary: Live to be old, learn to be old - unfortunately slow enough.
She put away the money, walked over, picked up the shoes and socks she took off, and walked towards the door.
Morgan: (grins) Angry, right?
Mary: (leaning against the door frame) I've had a bad temper since I met you. You saw me right at a glance. You didn't see me holding Johnson's wallet, but you did. I brought that bottle here to make you feel uncomfortable. As a result, you stay still. It made me feel uncomfortable. I've never been this lowly in my life.
Morgan: What have I done?
Mary: Nothing to do. Here is the problem. Besides, you don't have to do anything. Nothing to do. Oh, maybe just whistling. (Opens the door) Will you whistle, Steve? All you have to do is close your lips and blow.
She smiled, walked out, and took the door behind her. Morgan watched her.
(fade out)
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30. EXT · The Negro's Cabin · Fort de France · The Next Morning
A little black child sat on the ox cart at the door of the hut. He saw a car turn from the highway. He turned around and faced the hut, pretending to be Xiangzi calling the chick.
Little Black Kid: Chicken—chicken—chicken—
It was a signal to his mother that she opened the door and the car stopped just in front of the door. It was a French military vehicle with four sailors with guns sitting in it.
Sailor: (in French) Did you see two white men passing by?
BLACK WOMAN: (in French) Not seen today.
Sailor: (in French, to the child) Did you see that?
The child shook his head. The sailor gets into the car and drives out of the picture. The mother smiled at the child and closed the door of the hut.
31. Interior · Cabin
Black women shut the door. We see Pokhara lying on a camp bed with bandages strewn across his right leg and a pillow under it. Mrs. Pokhara sat on the edge of the bed, fanning the flies that were flying over her husband's head. Gerald stood nearby. Morgan turned from the window in relief. Gerald wiped the sweat from his forehead and neck with a handkerchief.
Pokhara: (to Morgan) Yesterday you flatly refused to associate with us, why have you changed your mind now?
Morgan: Yesterday I could hold eight hundred and twenty-five dollars. As for today - in the care of you and your Vichy friends - fifty dollars is always fifty dollars.
Mrs. Pokhara: If it were me, I wouldn't trust him.
Morgan: (Without disgust) I always do what I get paid for.
Gerald nodded towards Pokra from behind Morgan.
Pokhara: I know that, Captain Morgan.
Morgan: Where do you want me to take you?
Gerard: It's an island called Anguilla, about forty kilometers away, on the way to Guadeloupe.
Morgan: I know that place. (to Pokhara) Who are you sending out?
Pokhara: Not to send out. It was from there that two people were brought here.
Morgan: I can't drop people ashore after dark. Now the port is blocked until sunset. They will wipe us out.
Gerrard: We've got it all arranged. There is a punt outside the breakwater to meet you and take people off the boat. Then you wait until dawn before entering the port.
Morgan: All right. You have to stay in a punt. (to Pokhara) Where are those people?
Pokhara: I'll tell you when I get there.
Morgan: You can't get that leg out.
Mrs. Pokhara: Of course not. He couldn't even stand on this leg.
Morgan: You just got in the way.
Pokhara: (with a helpless gesture) You're coming from the south down the leeward shore of Angouira. They'll be waiting for you, turn on the light and someone will answer. You will see the light from two flashlights, one high and one low.
Morgan: There's a little breakwater right here, right?
Gerald: They're waiting there. The password is "Norari".
Morgan: "Norari". (to Pokhara) Will you pay now?
Mrs. Pokhara: Look, does he trust us?
Pokhara took out a stack of paper francs and counted it to Morgan.
Gerald: Harry, you have to know how much this means to us.
Pokhara: Not just for us, but for France.
Morgan: (goes to the bright spot to count the money) I don't want to know.
Gerald: We won't forget you.
Pokhara: I know you're with us.
Morgan: That goes without saying. I will stand with whoever gives the money. (pointing to Pokhara's injured leg) Have you seen it with the doctor?
Pokhara: (shaking his head) They know I'm hurt. They've targeted all the doctors who sympathize with us.
Morgan: Who told you to put pillows under your legs?
Mrs. Pokhara: I stuffed it! What's wrong?
Pokhara: It doesn't hurt so much when it's elevated.
Morgan: (removing the pillow) Just bear with me. Unless you want gangrene.
Mrs. Pokhara: Are you a doctor?
Morgan: I'm not. But I've dealt with a lot of gunshot wounds.
He went out with Gerald.
Pokhara: Good luck!
Mrs. Pokhara: (while they're out) We've got our money going!
(into)
32. INTERIOR · BAR · AN HOUR AFTER
Morgan is having lunch. Gerald came in with a pot of coffee. Morgan poured a cup of coffee when he saw Mary coming downstairs and beckoned to her.
Mary: (approaches) Hello, Frenchie.
Gerald: (bows) Hello. Miss!
He steps out of the frame and Mary stops in front of Morgan's seat.
Mary: (inserts fingers into his shirt collar) How are you, Steve?
Morgan: (pulls out a chair for her) Did you sleep well?
Mary: (stretching comfortably) Great!
Mary sits down and the waitress enters the frame.
Mary: (to Morgan) Can I have a glass of crushed ice rum?
Morgan: It would be too early.
Mary: Just a small cup like the size of an elephant's ears and eyes?
Morgan: (to the waitress) Get her some breakfast, Rosalie.
Rosalie: (speaking as she walks away) Yes, sir.
Morgan: Have you had time to pack up for the afternoon flight?
Mary: Why?
Morgan took out an envelope and handed it to her.
Morgan: Here's a ticket to San Juan.
Mary: San Juan? What are you sending me to Puerto Rico for?
Morgan: It's better to go anywhere than here.
Mary: (pauses for a moment) Where did you get the money?
Morgan: It's not a lie, skinny girl. This is what got it right.
Mary: So you accepted that errand?
Morgan: I got the money from the Pharaohs.
Mary: That's interesting, actually, it's only fifty-eight bucks for a direct flight to San Juan.
Morgan drank the coffee.
Morgan: (rising) You landed there and sent me a letter.
Mary: That goes without saying. I made a sign at the door of the room. Ask you to send another fifty dollars.
Morgan: Maybe I'll be there to pick you up when I'm passing by. (Bends down to kiss him) Stop drinking.
Mary: You don't drink either. (pulls him closer, kisses him) Thank you, Steve.
Morgan: Goodbye.
He ruffled her hair with his hands and walked to the door. Mary watched him leave, her eyes gradually filling with tears.
(into)
(fade in)
33. EXTERIOR · FORT FRANCE · DAIRY · LATE AFTERNOON THAT DAY
Morgan's ship, the Queen of the Conch, was docked at the dock. Morgan was checking the engine. A Pan Am flight to Miami passed overhead. Morgan looked up as it flew past, thinking that Mary was on the plane. Eddie came into the picture from the dock, thinner, more dim-eyed, and more drunk than the previous two days. He jumped to the deck, almost buckling.
Eddie: Hello, Harry. everything fine?
Morgan: Good. Didn't I tell you to wait for me in the hotel?
Eddie sat down on the fishing chair and stretched his legs.
Eddie: I know you're going to sea.
Morgan: Who told you that?
Eddie: You can't hide it from me. Harry. I understand at a glance.
Morgan: (coming out of the cabin) You don't want to go anyway.
Eddie: Can I have a little less wine, Harry? The real chicken ears are so tiny.
Morgan: Come on, get off the boat.
Eddie: You can't do it without a helper.
Morgan: (chasing him) Do you think it would be useful to have an alcoholic on the boat? (pulls Eddie up) Get off the boat. I'm sick of looking at you...
Eddie: What's the matter with you, Harry? You can't be mad at me.
Morgan: You go down!
Eddie: Well, forget it.
Morgan just punched him in the face. Eddie collapsed against the edge of the pier, then covered his face and got up to touch the pier.
Eddie: I wouldn't treat you like that, Harry.
Morgan: Of course you can't treat me like that. I'm not taking you away, that's all.
Eddie: Then why did you beat me up?
Morgan: To convince you that I am serious.
Eddie: You've been so unfair to me.
Morgan: Who are you being fair to, you drunkard? You even lied to your own mother. You told me yourself.
Eddie: I was joking.
He walked away along the pier with a drooping face, more dejected than a day without food. Then he turned back.
Eddie: I said, Harry, how about two dollars for me?
Morgan: (hands him a bill) Here you go.
Eddie: (smiling) Great, I know you've always been my best friend. Harry, why don't you take me with you?
Morgan: You're a scourge.
Eddie: You're just out of luck. It's okay, old friend. You will remember me sooner or later.
Morgan watched Eddie walk away along the pier, and then got back into the engine room himself.
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34. Exterior · "Queen Conch" goes to sea
In the thick fog, the boat floated near the small island where it was agreed to pick up people. Morgan shut down the machine and lowered the anchor.
35. Interior · Wheelhouse
Morgan went inside, opened the box and took out two guns, one long and one short, which he hung on the steering wheel within easy reach of one side. He took the long gun out of the holster, tried it a few times, loaded it, and pulled the bolt. Then reload the pistol as well and put it back in the holster. He heard movement in the cabin, pulled the pistol from his belt and stepped forward.
36. EXTERIOR · "Queen of the Conch" on the deck
Morgan entered the frame and stopped when he saw that the latch of the cabin was just open. He cocked the eight-shot bolt.
Morgan: Come on, come out.
Eddie poked his head cautiously from behind the door.
Eddie: Don't shoot, Harry. it's me.
Morgan: (puts up gun) How did you get back on the boat?
Eddie: Well, I went down the str
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