"THE SAND PEBBLES" FADE IN 1 LONG SHOT OF 1925 BATTLESHIP OR CRUISER OFF CHINA COAST Superimpose CHINA 1926 RAVAGED FROM WITHIN BY CORRUPT RIVAL WARLORDS... OPPRESSED FROM WITHOUT BY THE ENSLAVING TREATIES FORCED UPON HER BY THE GREAT POWERS WHO HAVE BEATEN CHINA TO HER KNEES IN 1841, WHEN SHE HAD TRIED TO CLOSE HER DOORS FOREVER TO THE "FOREIGN DEVILS"... A COUNTRY IN CHAOS, WANTING TO BECOME A NATION... THROUGH REVOLUTION 2 VIEW FROM ABOVE DECK - DAY Bugle sounding formation for inspection. Men in whites hurrying out of hatches and scattering around the deck to form up. All very trim and brisk as orders are barked by Division Officers. 3 COMPARTMENT - DAY Holman, a wry, well-built man of about 26. Just now, his face stiff, he is packing his sea bag, neatly and carefully. He glances up contemptuously at the military sounds coming from above: Bugles, barked commands -- "Engineering division, fall in! -- "Dress right, dress right!" -- "Ready, front!" -- "Prepare for inspection!" Holman finishes packing his bag. 4 ON DECK Bugle... Bos'un's Mate...whistle... BOS'UN'S MATE Secure from inspection! The men break ranks. 5 BELOW DECKS - DAY Holman, now fully dressed and carrying his sea bag over his shoulder, proceeds up ladders, against the stream of sailors coming down from formation. His expression is set. He doesn't look at them, and they pay no personal attention to him. [1] 6 QUARTER-DECK - DAY Holman salutes the OOD. HOLMAN Holman, Machinist Mate first class. (flatly) Transferring. The OOD senses an undercurrent of hostility in Holman, chooses to ignore it. He takes the manila envelope containing Holman's orders, opens it, starts making entries in the log. OOD The San Pablo. What's that? HOLMAN Gunboat. Yangtse River Patrol. OOD Gonna be a river rat, huh? Holman barely nods. OOD You know where to find her? HOLMAN Central China. I take a --(fishes for the word)-- civilian steamer upriver. The OOD hands the orders back to Holman. OOD You ask for this duty? HOLMAN I asked for it. OOD There's no liberty in Shanghai, so report for further transportation at once. (drily) Good luck, sailor. Holman shoulders his sea bag, stops for a moment at the top of the gangway, salutes the OOD and the flag. The OOD returns both salutes, walks to the gangway and watches Holman go down. DISSOLVE TO: [2] 7 EXT. SHANGHAI HARBOR - FULL SHOT - DAY Sampans are anchored side by side along the bund. A heavy traffic of pedestrians and rickshas moves past the godowns that line the waterfront. Peddlers hawk their wares, their voices high and shrill. BOAT LANDING - DAY Holman's boat is pulling in alongside the landing, Holman poised to throw his bag on the dock and jump. At the same time, a launch from one of the tourist ships is pulling across the landing. HOLMAN'S PART OF THE LANDING - DAY Holman throws his sea bag up and jumps to the landing. The boat hardly pauses. He waves to the departing coxswain in bare thanks. Tourists, civilians are disembarking from the launch. We see for the first time, SHIRLEY ECKERT and MR. JAMESON. Holman, standing apart, attracts attention. Shirley looks at him, and he looks at her, but with no significance. A SHORE PATROL petty officer comes up to Holman. CPO You got orders? HOLMAN (indicating the envelope ) Yeah. CPO Check in on the double and keep off the streets. There's no liberty. Holman nods, shoulders his bag and moves down the dock. DISSOLVE TO: 10 OUT A-10 EXT. SHANGHAI STREET - LATE AFTERNOON A ricksha pulls to a stop in front of the Crow's Nest bar. Holman, a little drunk, climbs out, pays the coolie, heads for the door. 11 INT. THE CROW'S NEST - LATE AFTERNOON This is a sailor's dive, run by an ex-sailor named BAXTER. A long bar, some tables, a stairway to a second floor. Cont. [3] Cont. At the moment it is deserted except for Baxter and a Chinese barboy, three girls at a table, and Baxter's Chinese "family," consisting of a Chinese woman and several youngsters. Holman comes in, goes to the bar, looks around expectantly. HOLMAN Where's Mitch? BAXTER He died a couple of months ago. HOLMAN What happened? BAXTER Just didn't wake up one morning. HOLMAN 'At's too bad. He looks over at the three girls. BAXTER I was a shipmate of his. Name's Baxter. Ex-Chief Signalman. I took over. Holman looks down at the Chinese woman and youngsters. HOLMAN Everything? BAXTER Everything. He smiles and shrugs, HOLMAN (to barboy) A U.B. (to Baxter) He was all right. BAXTER (nodding) They start liberty again? HOLMAN No. I'm moving to a new ship. San Pablo. The barboy places a bottle of beer in front of Holman, who takes a swig of it. Cont. [4] Cont. 1 BAXTER You can have my part of that. Them gunboats are nothing. HOLMAN They got engines on 'em? BAXTER (blinking) Sure. HOLMAN Then they ain't nothin'. He looks again at the three girls. HOLMAN Still rent rooms here? BAXTER (smiling) I see you know the place. Yeah. Holman signals to one of the girls, pantomiming his choice. She comes over, smiling. Baxter produces a bottle of whisky, indicates Holman's beer. BAXTER How about something to go with that? On me. Holman nods, puts his arm around the girl's waist. HOLMAN You likee me? GIRL (nodding vigorously) Oh, much likee all salah man! Holman looks at Baxter. His tone is agreeably self-mocking. HOLMAN The uniform gets 'em everytime. Cont. [5] 11 Cont. 2 Baxter has been pouring a shot of whisky. He pushes it toward Holman. BAXTER How long you been in China? HOLMAN Seven years. BAXTER You're hooked. You ain't fit tor the States no more. HOLMAN I never was. He downs the shot of whisky, cocks a wicked eyebrow at the girl. She giggles. DISSOLVE TO: 12-13 OUT 14 EXT. PASSENGER STEAMER - DUSK It is moving up the broad Yangtse River. 15 INT. PASSAGEWAY LEADING TO DINING SALON - DUSK All very polished, brightwork. Holman is awkward, ill at ease in such surroundings. He pauses in the doorway to the salon, looks in. 16 INT. DINING SALON - NIGHT Several tables, but only one is occupied. An air of elegance. Chinese waiting on table with impeccable manners. At the table are Jameson, Shirley, OUTSCOUT, a florid, middle-aged Englishman, and HAMILTON, a benevolent, 75-year-old American. The conversation is going on in loud tones which Holman can hear as the Chinese steward, in long gown, comes to Holman to usher him to the empty place at table, across from Shirley and next to Hamilton. Holman is reluctant, but during the following goes with the steward, OUTSCOUT (during above) You may hate the gunboats and what they represent all you want, Jameson. But you missionaries are tolerated because we have the gunboats. Cont. [6] 16 Cont. Jameson, a man of about; 60. Strong, thoughtful, not a caricature of a soul-saving missionary. JAMESON I question that. OUTSCOUT The Chinese would run you out otherwise. They hate and despise you. Dare you know that? JAMESON I dare love them in return. I dare trust God rather than guns. Holman approaches the table. Shirley recognizes him from the landing and smiles. This embarrasses Holman, but he sits as the steward holds the chair. During the following there is an undercurrent of glances between Shirley and Holman. OUTSCOUT (not stopping for Holman) But when there are anti-foreign riots, and mobs, how often have you fled to the gunboats for protection? JAMESON To my shame, twice. But never again. Hamilton holds out his hand to Holman. He has been drinking wine and his manner is amiably expansive. HAMILTON My name's Hamilton. HOLMAN Holman. He shakes hands reluctantly. HAMILTON This is Miss Eckert and Mr. Jameson. As you may have gathered, Mr. Jameson is a missionary. Miss Eckert, too -- (going on before Shirley can correct him) And this is Mr. Outscout. British. Where are you headed? Cont. [7] 16 Cont.1 Holman awkwardly helps himself to food that is being offered. HOLMAN The San Pablo — a gunboat. HAMILTON (good naturedly) If I were you, I'd jump overboard now while I still had the chance. Do you know anything about her? HOLMAN No. He starts to eat. OUTSCOUT American gunboats in Central China are a painful local joke, Mr. Holman. And the most painful is San Pablo. HOLMAN (his mouth full) Yeah? OUTSCOUT I think it's something you chaps inherited from Spain after the Spanish-American War. HOLMAN I missed that one. OUTSCOUT They don't even let her on the Yangtse proper. Keep her up in some small river. You must know her, Jameson. She operates up near Changsha. Shirley has been trying to effect some relationship with Holman, the only one of her own age. She tries a smile during above, but he lowers his head, scoops into his food again. JAMESON (bitterly) Yes. We know her. OUTSCOUT (to Holman) Mr. Jameson dislikes gunboats. Cont. [8] 16 Cont.2 JAMESON Whatever flag they fly — English, French, American — they are a symbol of what the great powers have done to this nation. OUTSCOUT Nation! Don't be ridiculous. It's a crazy quilt of bandits, warlords, mobs, rape, plunder and chaos. JAMESON China will be unable to put her house in order until you put away your enslaving unequal treaties. Foreigners put in charge of her taxes, customs, postal system. Foreigners enjoying immunity from her laws. (to Shirley) Would we tolerate a -- Frenchman who committed a crime in America, not to be tried in our courts? OUTSCOUT Do you know Chinese justice? Tortured confessions? Corruption? Have you seen the executioner of the warlords walk through the streets? (mimicking) "You." (he cuts off a head) "you." He cuts off another head, then sees Holman looking at him with an open-mouthed grin. Outscout bristles. OUTSCOUT You think that's funny? Cont. [9] 16 Cont.3 HOLMAN You do it kinda funny. JAMESON (to Outscout) Yes, I know those things happen. But they are trying. Responsible leaders are trying to put their house in order. From the south, the Nationalists.. OUTSCOUT (disgust) Ah! Mobs -- that's all I see. Mobs that threaten us. JAMESON Yes. The Boston Tea Party was also a mob that threatened you. OUTSCOUT And, damn it, we did something about it! JAMESON And failed. Just as surely as you would fail here. Because the idea you are opposing is right — for this country to become a unified, orderly nation, OUTSCOUT This Nationalist Party you talk of -- riddled with Communists. Bolsheviks. JAMESON Possibly. Nothing comes pure. People use revolutions for their own ends, good and bad. There will be violent, selfish and ugly mobs. But there will also be purposeful, controlled demonstrations. My own students at China Light demonstrate. And I am proud of them. OUTSCOUT Aaah! Meet force with force. That's what I say. Cont. [10] 16 Cont.4 JAMESON Exactly what the Communists within the Nationalist Party want. Provoke the great powers into a full scale war againat China -- and then Russia oomes to her rescue and ends up her master. Hamilton takes another gulp of wine, turns to Shirley and Holman. HAMILTON Confusing, Isn't It? And painful. Things used to be much simpler — what was right and wrong. I don't suppose they'll ever be simple again. (raising his glass) I bequeath China and her agonies to you youngsters. With pity, and with the hope that perhaps you can understand what's going on. Can comprehend why so many people are going to have to die for -- the good -- the bad -- the innocent. He drinks. OUTSCOUT Excuse me, sir. But you're talking rot. HAMILTON Conceivably. OUTSCOUT A firm hand, that's all that's needed,(to Holman) It's what you're doing here, you know. Holman looks at Outscout. He is embarrassed, a bit angered by his ignorance. Cont. [11] 16 Cont. HOLMAN Look. I gotta job. The engines. All this other is looksee-pidgin. OUTSCOUT What? HOLMAN Just to make a show. Somethin' for the officers. I don't fool with it. He gets up abruptly and leaves. Shirley watches him go. DISSOLVE TO: 17 EXT. BOAT DECK OF STEAMER - DAY There are half-awnings and palms, wicker chairs. Through a grilled door at the head of a ladder, we can see Chinese huddled on a lower deck. Children are at the grill. Holman is crouched down next to them, doing hand tricks for them. The children laugh. Holman looks up and sees Shirley come into the area. He stands up, embarrassed. SHIRLEY Don't stop. Holman shrugs. HOLMAN I can't do no more. Just rabbits and butterflies. He moves to the rail, looks at the river. Holman is uncomfortable with any woman like Shirley. She comes to the rail, staying a few feet from him. SHIRLEY Is this your first trip upriver? HOLMAN Yeah. Cont. [12] 17 Cont. Silence. SHIRLEY Did you understand what they were talking about last night? HOLMAN (shrugs) Politics. SHIRLEY I'd like to know more. I'm not a missionary. I'm a teacher, and I should know more if I'm going to teach. Holman is puzzled, but not disagreeably so. HOLMAN You gonna try teaching the slopeheads? Shirley tries not to frown at his use of the name. SHIRIEY Yes. I taught back home in High School. (pause) Vermont. Where's your home? HOLMAN I was born in Wellco, Nevada. But home's whatever ship I'm on. The loneliness of this registers with Shirley. SHIRLEY You're an engineer? Holman nods. SHIRLEY I don't know the first thing about engines. Cont. [13] 17 Cont. 1 HOLMAN (nodding) Some people don't. SHIRLEY I take it you not only know the first thing but also the last. Holman can't help smiling in acknowledgement. SHIRLEY I would have thought the engine on a large ship would be more interesting than the engine on a gunboat. Holman shakes his head. HOLMAN Too many guys tellin' you how to run it. SHIRLEY Oh. HOLMAN And on a small ship there's no military craa-- (quick switch) They leave you alone. SHIRLEY I had a brother in the Navy during the war. A lieutenant in the Reserve. HOLMAN Uh-huh. SHIRLEY How long have you been in the Navy? HOLMAN Eight years. SHIRLEY And out here? HOLMAN Seven. Shirley reacts slightly. Cont. [14] 17 Cont.2 HOLMAN Most China sailors don't go back. They pull twenty-thirty years then shack up with a Chinese girl and open a bar -- He blinks, snaps his mouth shut, looks toward the river. He's done it again. SHIRLEY I see. I -- eh -- (trying to disembarrass him) I keep asking myself what I'm doing out here. I'm kind of frightened. I just wanted to get away. It may be romantic, but I wanted to be swept up by something. And one night Mr. Jameson came along and showed colored slides in the basement of the church. Slides of his mission, China Light. HOLMAN How long -- you sign for? SHIRLEY Seven years. HOLMAN (nods ) Well -- them slopeheads, they could use some teaching. I hope you're good at it. If you're good at something they can't bust you down. Like me with the engines... Shirley senses the small, diminished life he must be leading. Her voice has a touch of pity. SHIRLEY Yes... HOLMAN And the Reverend'll probably tell you this. Nice American girls don't go around talkin' to China sailors. It ain't your brother's Navy. SHIRLEY I'm sorry -- if I've embarrassed you. Cont. [15] 17 Cont. 3 Holman realizes he may have been too blunt. HOLMAN No. SHIRLEY (pause) Goodbye. She turns and is gone. Holman watches her for a moment, then looks back at the river. 18 EXT. THE DOCK AT HANKOW - LATE DAY DISSOLVE TO: Holman, with his (thirty year) sea bag slung on his shoulder, is going down the gangplank to a dock swarming with coolies, piled with cargo. A few whites are meeting the steamer. Shirley is still on board. She watches Holman go down the gangplank -- from the boat deck — and wonders if he will turn around and notice her. Holman has some vague feeling that he should look back and see if Shirley is there, but he is uncomfortable with the thought. He might not know what to do if she were. He hails a ricksha and piles in his gear. 19 EXT. BOAT DECK - LATE DAY Shirley 1s joined by Jameson. Together they watch Holman. SHIRLEY I can't help feeling a kind of sadness about him. JAMESON Yes, but -- it would only be sad if he wanted something else. They don't. They reduce life to a very simple point, or no point at all. As long as they obey orders, the Navy takes care of them. It's a way of existence that appeals to a certain kind of man. Shirley continues to look at Holman. 20 EXT. THE DOCK AT HANKOW - LATE DAY Holman, seated in his ricksha, shifts his head ever so slightly towards the ship -- yet not really looking. Then he turns back, settles deeper in his seat as the ricksha disappears in the crowd. DISSOLVE TO: [16] 21 EXT. RIVER'S EDGE - NIGKT This is far outside Hankow, a small river with high flood banks. A dilapidated taxi pulls up. Holman gets out, pays the driver and shoulders his sea bag. He climbs a few steps to the top of the embankment, and at the head of a gangway leading down to a pontoon, he stops and gets his first look at The San Pablo, tied up to the other side of the pontoon. 22 EXT. THE SAN PABLO - NIGHT She is somewhat of a shock — an ancient gunboat, top-heavy with added white superstructure, garish with awnings here and there, and even potted palms. There is a three-inch gun forward, and two machine guns on the bridge. A huge, ungainly smokestack. It looks like a popgun ship in a child's bathtub. 23 EXT. TOP OF EMBANKMENT - NIGHT Holman stands taking her in -- surprised, amused. 24 EXT. BRIDGE OF SAN PABLO - NIGHT The commanding officer, LIEUTENANT COLLINS, has been getting a breath of air. He sees Holman at the top of the embankment. 25 EXT. P.O.V. SHOT OF HOLMAN ON EMBANKMENT - NIGHT 26 EXT. BRIDGE OF SAN PABLO - NIGHT Collins watches Holman, sizing him up. Collins is in his thirties, serious, intense, handsome. A good officer, and a tough one. 27 EXT. PORCH OUTSIDE CHIEF PETTY OFFICERS' QUARTERS - NIGHT CHIEF FRANKS, the Chief Bos'un's Mate -- more or less in charge of discipline aboard the ship and general shiphandling — and CHIEF WELLBECK, a Chief Quartermaster, are sitting in wicker chairs, smoking cigars. They see Holman and quietly size him up. 28 EXT. P.O.V. SHOT OF HOLMAN COMING DOWN THE EMBANKMENT GANGWAY - NIGHT On the pontoon, Holman starts across towards the ship's gangway, when a coolie in undress whites comes scurrying down the gangplank to relieve Holman of his sea bag. [17] 29 EXT. COLLINS ON BRIDGE - NIGHT He follows Holman's progress up the gangplank. 30 EXT. P.O.V. - HOLMAN ON THE PONTOON - NIGHT The coolie tries to take Holman's sea bag from him. COOLIE I takee. HOLMAN Nah, I got it. COOLIE (shrilly) I takee all gear salah man! He claws at the sea bag. HOLMAN (giving up) Okay! Takee, takee! The coolie scuttles up the gangplank and out of sight on the deck. Holman trudges after him. 31 EXT. GANGPLANK AND QUARTERDECK - SAN PABLO - NIGHT When Holman reaches the top he throws a salute to the "colors" and to the Officer of the Deck who, he is surprised to see, is an enlisted man, FRENCH BOURGOYNE, a sailor of about 35, pleasant, wiry, open-faced, many tatoos. Holman indicates the bag-toting coolie who is disappearing down a hatchway. HOLMAN Guy likes to carry things. FRENCHY That's his rice bowl. You must be Holman. HOLMAN Yeah. He hands over his manila envelope. FRENCHY We were wondering when you'd get here. HOLMAN I had a helluva time finding you. Cont. [18] 31 Cont. He is looking the boat over — the coolie messengers in undress whites, the coolie bugler standing by. None of this tips him off to the military nature of the ship. Frenchy puts the manila envelope in the log desk. FRENCHY We come down to civilization every two years for overhaul. Welcome aboard the Sand Pebble. That's what we call her. We're Sand Pebbles. He holds out his hand. Holman takes it. FRENCHY Frenchy Bourgoyne. First Class water-tender. HOLMAN Holman. Jake. FRENCHY You're probably wore out. Fang'll show you your bunk. He indicates one of the coolies. HOLMAN Take a look at the engine first? FRENCHY Sure. Our quarters are aft on this deck. HOLMAN (pause) You got an engineering officer? FRENCHY Just a Skipper and the Exec. You'll be the senior engineering rating. Holman disappears through the hatch, smiling. 32 ENGINE ROOM - NIGHT The first shot from Holman's point of view. The engine room is divided into two levels, separated by gratings, so that when you stand on the gratings you can see through to a lower level. Our first view of the engine room must convey the reason for Holman's obsession with engines. Cont. [19] 32 Cont. It is a small world of its own. Incredible cleanliness. Sparkling brass. Scrubbed white. Shining oil -- and the monster pistons and shafts and wells in the center. The endless lines of pipes and valves. It is usually the "black gang's" home. Holman approaches "his" engine with deliberate slowness, prolonging the pleasure. He views it first through the gratings, looking into the dark recesses of the upper level. Then he goes down the ladder, smiling warily. He stands on the lower steps of the ladder, taking it all in: The lights, the shadows, the mysteriously poetic effect. He descends the last step and moves around the engine. He touches a valve, checks for a familiar connection, looks under shafts, reaches into dark places. He may be puzzled for a moment at some strange linking, but his eyes quickly trace the lines. Then he nods, opens a valve, gets a result on a gauge, closes the valve again. Holman hears a scraping in the fireroom, moves to look in. 33 INT. BOILER AND FIREROOM - NIGHT Holman looks into the room. One of the fire doors is open, revealing the red-hot coals. PO-HAN, a Chinese coolie, well-built, about the same age as Holman, is shoveling in coal from the bunkers on either side of the furnace. He sees Holman, stops, bows and smiles. Holman looks at him, puzzled. PO-HAN (smiling) All thing plopah. You makee look-see, mastah. Any side plopah. Holman nods and returns to the engine room. 34 INT. ENGINE ROOM - NIGHT Holman goes to the throttle — the heart of the engine -- rests his hand on it, looks again at the massive maohinery, smiles with deep satisfaction. HOLMAN Hello, engine. I'm Jake Holman. DISSOLVES TO: [20] 35 EXT. SHOT OF TWO COOLIE BUGLERS ON QUARTERDECK - DAY 36 INT. LIVING QUARTERS - DAY The bugles are blowing reveille as we come in on this scene. Holman turns over, startled by the raucous sound, and sees the bunk room for the first time. He sleepily tries to take it all in. At the same time, the other petty officers -- half in bunks, half out, some dressing, or going and coming from the head -- are casting sidelong glances at the new member of their fanily. To Holman, the surroundings are almost incredible. Curtains at the window, the privacy of your own built-in bunk, a table set with real chairs. In one corner, CLIP-CLIP, a coolie, is shaving RESTORFF. Another coolie is starting to make the bunks which have been vacated, and WONG, the cook, is putting savory food on the table. The men are very proud of their home. FRENCHY (on his own bunk) How you like it? Holman half-smiles, nods. HOLMAN Yeah. As a "loner" he has a few misgivings about the clubhouse atmosphere, but he has to admit it's attractive, FARREN, a Bos'un's mate second class, with a bunk above Holman, has been leaning over, looking down at him, FARREN Better'n having some guy's can right in your face, like on the big ships. Holman smiles again. FRENCHY (doing the honors) That's Farren, Bos'un's mate second class.(a nod) Shanahan -- ship's writer. RED DOG Red Dog Bite - 'em-in-the-Butt Shanahan. He reaches to grab a nearby butt, but the man dodges him. Holman looks on this horseplay with tolerant amusement. The men don't quite know how to take him. Cont. [21] 36 Cont. FRENCHY And Jennings, Pharmacist's Mate. When you hit those pigs in the Joy Junks upriver, a pharmacist's mate is a man's best friend. They start a good-natured cuffing and roughhousing of Jennings, with ad lib jibes: "Open wide" "Knock it off." HARRIS comes in from the head. He is an older man, tough looking. FRENCHY This is Harris, Electrician. He can swear in four different languages. HARRIS (to Frenchy) So don't get me started! Holman exchanges a nod with Harris. FRENCHY What do you want for breakfast? Tell Wong — anything you want. HOLMAN (pause) Eggs? FRENCHY How many? HOLMAN (pause) A dozen? FRENCHY You got 'em. Over easy, or what? HOLMAN Over easy. FRENCHY And ham? Holman nods, crosses to his locker. Wong bobs up and down delightedly. FRENCHY The Old Sand Pebble's not much to look at, but she's sure as hell a home and a feeder. Holman has been getting his shaving gear out of his locker. Cont. [22] 36 Cont.1 FRENCHY Clip-Clip here does all the shaving. HOLMAN I like to shave myself. FRENCHY It's his rice bowl. Holman looks around at the other men. Their faces are serious. Is this an odd-ball lousing up the team? HOLMAN Don't want to break nobody's rice bowl. He returns his shaving gear to the locker, crosses to Clip-Clip's chair which Restorff has just vacated, sits down. The men relax, nod reassuringly at each other as Clip-Clip starts to lather Holman's face. DISSOLVE TO: 37 EXT. QUARTERDECK - DAY Two coolie buglers are blowing Assembly. 38 EXT. FANTAIL - SAN PABLO - DAY The crew comes boiling out of its quarters with the eagerness of a football team taking the field. Dressed in white shorts and jumpers, white short socks and black shoes. Holman is dressed in his usual whites. He moves along amused by the "rah-rah" manner of the others. 39 EXT. PONTOON - DAY The embankment and pontoon are filled with curious Chinese watching the show. 40 EXT. FANTAIL - SAN PABLO - DAY The crew is forming two ranks across the fantail. Sharp, alert. Holman falls in beside Frenchy at the end playing along with it. CHIEF FRANKS Fall in -- come on! On the double! Dress right -- dress! The men do it all smartly. Cont. [23] 40 Cont. CHIEF FRANKS Ready -- front! Answer to muster! Franks and Wellbeck proceed to call the roll, each at one side of the fantail. During this Lieutenant Collins makes his entrance with ENSIGN BORDELLES trailing him. Both are immaculate in whites, with white socks just below the knees, white shorts. Insignia and officers' caps. Bordelles is mid-twenties, very regulation. Meanwhile, the deck coolies in undress whites, are ranged along the other parts of the ship. Holman takes note of all this, Collins crosses the fantail, deliberate, "the Captain," mounts the grating just forward of the flagstaff at the stern the ship, and waits, hands clasped behind him, looking over the men, and this morning, particularly Holman, who also looks him over. Bordelles is on the main deck. BORDELLES Front and center! The Chiefs go through their military routine of meeting, pivoting and approaching Bordelles, and halting. BORDELLES Report! FRANKS Deck and gunnery divisions all present or accounted for, sir. WELLBECK Engineering and other personnel all present or accounted for, sir. Holman frowns at this display of formality. He is getting the picture. 41 ANGLE TOWARD EMBANKMENT AND PONTOONS - DAY BORDELLES Very well. He performs an about-face, and saluting, reports to Collins. BORDELLES Ship's company all present or accounted for Captain. COLLINS (returning the salute) Very well. Cont. [24] 41 cont. BORDELLES (turns) Posts! Hawthorn, the quartermaster, and a seaman and Fang, the buglers come out with the flag. The seaman holds the colors in a triangular fold, breast high. HAYTHORN (saluting Collins) The clock reads eight o'clock, Captain COLLINS Make it so. Eight bells begin striking from the bridge. At the last bell Fang blows attention. CHIEFS Attention! The Chiefs salute, as do Bordelles and Collins. The bugler blows "Colors". The Quartermaster hoists the flag and then salutes. The bugler blows "Carry on." BORDELLES Dismissed! CHIEFS Fall out! The men relax and shuffle in groups. Franks blows the bos'un's pipe. FRANKS Now hear this! Fore and aft, all hands turn to. Commence ship's work. 42 EXT. COLLINS AND BORDELLES ON GRATING - DAY COLLINS Did you look at the new man's records, Mr. Bordelles? BORDELLES Yes, Captain. COLLINS What did you think? Cont. [25] 42 Cont. BORDELLES Seems to be a first-rate engineer, sir. COLLINS You take a good look at his service record? BORDELLES Yes, sir. Nothing but four-oh marks. COLLINS In everything but leadership. He's also had seven transfers in eight years. They both look down at Holman, leave the gratings, head to the bridge. EXT. FANTAIL - DAY A coolie, SEW-SEW comes up to Holman and Frenchy. He carries a narrow board with a set of strings hanging from it. It has a big Chinese character in red at one end and smaller ones in black above each cord peg. FRENCHY This is Sew-Sew. He'll make your uniforms for you. Sew-Sew starts to measure Holman. Each of the cords is used to measure a part of the body -- arm, leg, chest. Sew-Sew snips pieces of the cord if he finds them too long. SEW-SEW This befoh time belong P'tocki. Me tinkee you litee bit all same P'tocki. HOLMAN (to Frenchy) Who's P'tocki? FRENCHY The man you replaced. He died last winter in Changsha. Typhus. (to Sew-Sew) He'll need shorts. HOLMAN And dungarees. Cont. [26] 43 Cont. SEW-SEW Sam Pebble any man no wanchee too much dunglee. HOLMAN This man wanchee plenty dunglee. You makee all same. (to Frenchy) I want to go below and check out the engine. Get to know the plant. FRENCHY Old Chien'll show you the works. He knows more about it than anyone. Holman reacts sharply to this. The bugle blows. He looks toward the gratings. FRANKS All hands repel boarders, starboard! Repel boarders, starboard! 44 EXT. MAIN DECK - DAY The sailors all snap to it again. Holman looks to starboard incredulously and sees: 45 EXT. PONTOON AND EMBANKMENT - DAY Nothing but grinning and laughing coolies, clapping their hands as they see the show starting. 46 EXT. MAIN DECK - DAY Holman turns to Frenchy. HOLMAN (baffled) Who we s'posed to repel? Franks is coming down from the gratings. FRANKS On the double, Holman. You man the hose in the waist party. Frenchy runs to his station. Holman moves along with Franks. FRANKS I'm Franks, Chief Bos'un's Mate. Holman nods blankly. They move toward the quarterdeck. [27] 47 EXT. QUARTERDECK - DAY This is the part of the deck just aft of the bridge on the San Pablo. There is, therefore, contact between - the bridge and quarterdeck. The men are pulling up the gangplank under Farren's direction, and the gate is being closed -- all to the delight of the coolies on the pontoon. Franks helps Holman man the hose, then Holman points it over the side, feeling foolish as hell. He looks at the men kneeling along the rail with their guns: Restorff, Frenchy, Red Dog, WILSEY, VALDRON, and PERNA. Franks brandishes a cutlass in one hand, holds a pistol in the other. FRANKS Waist party manned and ready! Holman shrinks back from the waving cutlass, looks at the others and sees that their faces are keen and tense, their eyes alertly scanning the embankment. Holman feels idiotic. HOLMAN (to Frenchy) You do this a lot? FRENCHY Every day but Sunday. HOLMAN What do you have Sunday? A weenie roast? 48 EXT. EMBANKMENT AND PONTOON - DAY The Chinese are having a hell of a good time at the show. 49 EXT. LADDER TO BRIDGE FROM QUARTERDECK - DAY Bordelles has a cutlass and pistol. BORDELLES Franks, why haven't you steam to the nozzle? FRANKS I can't drain it and warm it up on account of the slopeheads on the pontoon. [28] 50 EXT. BRIDGE AND HEAD OF LADDER - DAY COLLINS This is not Seattle, Franks. When San Pablo holds a drill, it is always in Hunan Province deep inside China, and it is always in deadly earnest. Now bear a hand and get steam on that hose. FRANKS Aye, aye, Captain. (yells down skylight to engine room) Ski, cut in the root steam. Holman, aim the nozzle down the side. He waves his cutlass at the Chinese on the pontoon. Once more Holman flinches. FRANKS Cheelah! Stand clear, you slopeheaded slobs! 51 EXT. PONTOON - DAY The Chinese only laugh and mimic him good-naturedly. 52 EXT. QUARTERDECK AND PONTOON - DAY The steam comes in fast, pushing a plug of hot water ahead of it. The hose jumps like a snake and almost gets away from Holman. Scalding water sprays over the coolies, and they pull away with yells of fear. Then the dry steam comes in a roaring and billowing cloud and hides the scrambling coolies. Someone laughs. BORDELLES (on the ladder) Silence during drills. COLLINS (from bridge) Secure from battle drill. BORDELLES (sings it out) Secure from battle drill! The scene is still dense with steam. Holman looks around flabbergasted. What kind of an outfit is this? DISSOLVE TO: [29] 53 INT. UPPER LEVEL OF ENGINE ROOM - DAY Holman at last is getting a chance to get to his engine. He has changed to dungarees, and is on his way down the first ladder. He stops as he reaches the gratings, looks through them, is astonished by what he sees. 54 INT. LOWER LEVEL OF ENGINE ROOM - DAY His engine room is full of coolies. Eight, stripped to the waist and otherwise clothed in their loose-fitting black cotton trousers, are scrubbing, shining, and working on the engine. 55 INT. UPPER LEVEL ENGINE ROOM - DAY Holman starts down the lower ladder, looking as he goes. 56 INT. LOWER LEVEL ENGINE ROOM - DAY As Holman gets halfway down the lower ladder, CHIEN, the boss coolie comes up to him. Older, bony, with a cruel face. Chien wears a black jacket with cloth buttons to show his station. A few long hairs hang from his chin. CHIEN (bowing) Mastah? The coolies pause momentarily and look back and forth between Holman and Chien. Holman nods at Chien, moves to the log bench. Chien follows him, as though to present himself for any questions, but Holman has none. Holman glances at the other coolies. Po-Han smiles as Holman's eye passes over him, but Holman gives no sign of recognition. When Chien sees he is not going to be consulted, he barks at the coolies, ordering them back to work, then retreats to watch Holman's every move. Holman gestures to Po-Han. HOLMAN You. PO-HAN Po-Han, mastah. HOLMAN You, Po-Han — my looksee bilge-side. Take up floh plate. You sabby? PO-HAN My sabby. Chien comes over angrily. Cont. [30] 56 Cont. CHIEN Bilge pidgin no can do. Frenchy speakee me washee poht side. HOLMAN Who the hell are you? CHIEN Chien, Boss coolie. (indicating Po-Han) No can do bilge pidgin. HOLMAN (seething) My do bilge pidgin. Looksee pipe. Larn pidgin all pipe. You sabby? This ain't the Chinese navy. (to Po-Han) Take it up! Holman indicates the floor plate beside the main pump, then looks back at Chien who is glaring angrily at him. Po-Han is delighted to be singled out by his "mastah" but is afraid of Chien. He shrugs at the boss coolie, lifts the floor plate, and Holman drops down into the bilges. The other coolies are amazed to see a sailor doing this. Chien snarls at the coolies to go on with their work. 57-63 INT. BILGES AMD ENGINE ROOM - DAY Shots of Holman crawling under the floor plates, little dots of light coming through in some areas, more light coming through in others where the floor may be cut away for a pipe or a piece of equipment. Shots ANGLING up from bilges of Chien, his face dark with anger, looking at Holman, who is following the lines with relish, getting happily dirty. He feels for what he can't see. Sometimes he taps a floor plate and Po-Han is right there to lift it and let the light flood in. He is smiling, trying to impress, but Holman barely reacts to him. In lighting and feeling, the experience must seen in a sense poetic - a man with the thing he loves. 64 INT. ENGINE ROOM - DAY Chien, watching Holman, moves to a valve. Po-Han sees this, looks troubled, but is caught in fear. Chien turns the valve. PO-HAN Mastah!! [31] 65 INT. BILGES - DAY Holman looks up quickly, but too late. A slug of hot water hits him on the back of the legs. Hurt, he curses and — just in time — scrambles into another bilge pocket as steam roars and blasts through where be had been, making the area hot and choking. 66 INT. ENGINE ROOM - DAY Po-Han scurries around lifting floor plates to find Holman, finally succeeds. HOLMAN Turn off that damn steam! Turn it off! The steam stops, the air clears. Holman is shaken and angry. He crawls out of the bilges, stands up, looks wildly around. The coolies are going up the ladder except for Po-Han who stands by. Holman runs along to where he can see them on the upper gratings. HOLMAN Get back here! Which one of you blew that glass? The coolies continue up the ladder. Holman charges around the bottom of the ladder as STAWSKI, all in whites, comes down. SKI What the hell's wrong? HOLMAN That boss coolie's gonna get his head kicked in! SKI What? HOLMAN He blew the glass on me in the bilges! He starts up the ladder. Stawski stops him. SKI Take it easy. We always blow the glass when the watch changes. He probably didn't know you were there. HOLMAN Listen - he knew! I'll scramble his brains! Cont. [32] 66 Cont. SKI We never go in the bilges. If you want Chien to respect you, stay out of 'em. HOLMAN I should worry about that slopehead respecting me? SKI You better. We couldn't get along without him! HOLMAN By God, I can get along without him! Ski starts to make an entry in the log book. Holman looks at him angrily, then moves up the ladder. DISSOLVE TO: 67 OUT 68 EXT. QUARTERDECK - DAY Holman, now wearing whites, is talking to Frenchy. HOLMAN All I wanta know's who's working for who around here? FRENCHY It's a system they got. When you want something with a bilge coolie, you go through Chien. With a deck coolie, you go through Pappy Tung. He points out PAPPY TUNG in undress whites, vigorously giving orders to some deck coolies who are scrubbing. Frenchy and Holman move on. FRENCHY The boss man of all the coolies is Lop Eye Shing. He points out LOP EYE SHING talking to Bordelles on the upper boat deck. He is well dressed, carries a cane. Holman stares at Shing. FRENCHY He's kind of captain of the coolies. Like Collins is with the crew. Holman looks back at Frenchy. Cont. [33] 68 Cont. HOLMAN How'd they ever get this going? FRENCHY Long time ago — 'fore I ever shipped on. (he moves to the railing) The sampans used to gang around the slop-chutes, and the Chinese'd fight each other for the garbage. 69 EXT. ANGLE OF SAMPAN - AT SIDE OF SHIP WITH GARBAGE FRENCHY Well, that was no way, so finally the cook gave one sampan the contract, and the Chinese from that sampan would come aboard to collect it. Pretty soon they weren't only collecting it, they were scraping plates and washing 'em. And in a week every sailor mess-cook had a Chinese helper to do all the work. Next thing you knew they were sleeping in the galley passageways, and then they were with the ship for good — in all the departments. Of course, it ain't official. HOLMAN How they get paid? FRENCHY Squeeze. Little here, little there. Uncle Sam don't miss it. 70 EXT. QUARTER DECK - DAY Frenchy starts toward a ladder aft that leads below decks. FRENCHY They live in the old crew's quarters. He and Holman go down the ladder. 71 INT. BELOW DECKS - DAY Frenchy leads Holman to the coolies' quarters. They look in. [34] 72 INT. COOLIES' QUARTERS - DAY A mess. But to the coolies, fine quarters. Chien is there. He looks at Holman blankly. 73 INT. BELOW BECKS - DAY Holman returns the stare, looks at Frenchy. HOLMAN I think I'll bounce him around. FRENCHY Nah, don't do it. We never go in there. The Captain don't even inspect it. HOLMAN (to Chien) You like to come out? Frenchy starts away. FRENCHY Come on. He's lost enough face for one day. (Holman joins him) If you ever do want to hit one of 'em, kick 'em, don't touch 'em with your hand. And don't get buddies with a coolie. That's another kind of trouble. HOLMAN So they do all the work. FRENCHY Yeah. That leaves us free for - (recalling the phrase) — our primary duty. HOLMAN Which is what? FRENCHY Fightin'. HOLMAN Who do we fight? FRENCHY Nobody. Probably never will. But, like the Captain says, we're ready. Cont. [35] 73 Cont. HOLMAN (annoyed ) To do what? (points topside) Repel more boarders? FRENCHY Look, Jake, we got it good here — HOLMAN I didn't come all the way from the Fleet to have it good! I'm an engineer. FRENCHY Let Chien worry about the engine. He'll keep it in shape. He knows it inside out. Relax. Frenchy starts up the ladder. A few seconds later Holman follows him, his face clouded, anxious. DISSOLVE TO: A-73 EXT. QUARTERDECK - SAN PABLO - NIGHT Holman, in his whites, stands with his hands on his hips, listening as Crosley wearing a pistol, stands stiffly on the quarterdeck, reeling off the watch dope. A coolie messenger is visible behind them. CROSLEY ...no other ships in port, weather clear, the senior officer aboard is Mr. Bordelles. That's the information up to the moment. HOLMAN (bored) Okay, I got it. CROSLEY You're supposed to salute me and say "I relieve you, sir." Holman has a secret for him. HOLMAN Enlisted men don't salute each other. CROSLEY On this watch we're both Junior officers of the deck. Cont. [36] A-73 Cont. HOLMAN (pause) Give me the gun. CROSLEY That's how we do it here, Holman. HOLMAN I wouldn't salute you if you was sittin' in God's armchair. Crosley looks at Holman coldly, then salutes him. CROSLEY I hereby turn the watch over to you, sir. HOLMAN Dandy. Crosley angrily unbuckles his pistol belt, thrusts it at Holman, strides away along the deck. Holman slowly puts on the gun, sees the coolie watching him curiously, Holman nods emphatically at the coolie, who nods back, frightened. DISSOLVE TO: 74 EXT. FANTAIL - DAY Flag Day Ceremonies. Collins in his usual place on the raised gratings just forward of the billowing flag. A perfect Flag Day picture in his whites and braid, with the flag and sky behind him. COLLINS Today we begin cruising to show the flag on Tungting Lake and the Hunan Rivers. I want all honors rendered smartly, Remember — this small ship represents the moral forces of the United States of America. The men are standing at parade rest, listening attentively. They respect their Captain. Holman, who instinctively resents any such emotionalizing, just listens. He is dressed like the others. COLLINS At home in America, when today reaches them, it will be Flag Day. For us who wear the uniform, every day is Flag Day. All Americans are morally bound to die for our flag if called upon to do so. Only we are legally bound. Only we live our lives in a day to day readiness for that sacrifice. We have sworn oaths — cut our ties. Cont. [36-A] 74 Cont. The Chinese on the pontoon are watching. They seem to realize that something serious is going on. 75 SHOTS OF MEN Showing pride in their oaths. COLLIN'S VOICE (o.s.) It is said there will be no more wars. We must pretend to believe that. But when war comes, it is we who will take the first shock, and buy time with our llves. It is we who keep the Faith... 76 FULL SHOT - FANTAIL COLLINS We serve the flag. The trade we all follow is the give and take of death. It is for that purpose that the people of America maintain us. Anyone of us who believes he has a job like any other, for which he draws a money wage, is a thief of the food he eats, and a trespasser in the bunk in which he lies down to sleep. The men are stirred by this. Holman is deeply troubled. This is the sort of thing he detests - look-see pidgin, topside stuff. COLLINS Mr. Bordelles — make all preparations for getting under way, 76 INT. ENGINE ROOM - FULL SHOT - DAY DISSOLVE TO: This is the moment before the engine will come to life. There is an air of poised walting. A sudden jangling comes from the Engine Order Telegraph. 76 CLOSE - THE ENGINE ORDER TELEGRAPH The indicator moves to "Stand By." Holman shoves the handle all the way over and back to "Stand By." [37] C-76 MED. - THE ENGINE ROOM - DAY Po-Han is moving along the engine, shutting the drains. Another coolie, watched by Chien, is pouring oil in the cups. Holman moves the throttle gently. The engine turns over once, twice - slowly. It stops. Another wait. Once more the E.O.T. jangles. D-76 CLOSE - THE ENGINE ORDER TELEGRAPH The indicator moves to "One third ahead." Holman moves the indicator over and back, then eases the throttle forward. The engine begins to turn over, its huge pistons lifting and falling with a slow, even rhythm. The ship shudders, starts to move. E-76 MED. - THE ENGINE ROOM - DAY Holman checks a gauge, makes a notation in the log book of time, speed, r.p.m's. More waiting. Once more the E.O.T. jangles. F-76 CLOSE - THE ENGINE ORDER TELEGRAPH The indicator moves to "Standard Speed." Holman shoves it forward, back to "Standard Speed." G-76 MED. - THE ENGINE ROOM - DAY The tempo of the pistons sharply increases. The ship is now fully under way. The tendency of Chien and the other coolies is to relax. But not Holman. He watches the engine, listening, moves away from the throttle, touches the casing of the L.P. cylinder, testing for heat, seems satisfied, goes back to the throttle. 77 EXT. BOW OF SAN PABLO CUTTING THROUGH WATER - DAY 78 EXT. FULL SHOT OF THIS STRANGE MILITARY HOUSEBOAT WITH THE FLAG FLOATING OUT ASTERN - DAY 79 EXT. BRIDGE OF THE SAN PABLO - DAY Collins and Bordelles. Also Franks, Bronson and Crosley, who are on machine guns, and the helmsman. They all breathe deeply, smile, glad to be under way. 80 EXT. SHOT OF SHIP MOVING AMONG JUNKS AND OTHER CRAFT - DAY [37-A] 81 INT. LOWER LEVEL OF ENGINE ROOM - DAY Holman is watching his engine in operation for the first time. There is not much speed up yet, so it is operating more or less smoothly. He watches it like a cat. We must share some of the feeling Holman gets from an engine in motion — glistening, rhythmic, powerful. Holman looks up, sees Chien watching him. Po-Han is trying to please them both. Holman is on the throttle, watching gauges. Now he bends, twists to look at something, steps back to the throttle. Frenchy, standing the watch with him, is amused at Holman's attentiveness. Suddenly there is a wheeze. Chien moves to check it, but Holman has beaten him there. He turns a valve, the wheeze stops. Chien glowers at Holman, who takes no notice. The wheeze was a bad sign. He returns to the throttle, frowning. 82 OUT 83 OUT 84 INT. SHOT DOWN INTO ENGINE ROOM - DAY Suddenly the engine begins to thump heavily. Holman stares at it. Chien shows no impression. Holman noves from the throttle, listens, turns to Frenohy. HOLMAN This was just overhauled? FRENCHY Last month. HOLMAN She'll shake to pieces. He grabs his jumper and heads up the ladder. 85 EXT. BRIDGE Holman comes up the ladder to the bridge, pauses. Collins is the first to see him. COLLINS Yes, Holman. HOLMAN Cap'n, we gotta stop and work on the engine. COLLINS Holman, as long as we move and smoke boils out of our stack, we'll make the impression I want to make on the Chinese. Cont. [38] 85 Cont. HOLMAN Sir, she ain't gonna last. She'll give way. COLLINS (challengingly) She never has. The sound of rifle shots. Personnel on the bridge instinctively duck. Collins and Bordelles bring glasses to their eyes. COLLINS All hands take cover. Clear the port side. FRANKS All hands take cover. Clear the port side. There is great activity and spirit. Men scurrying for cover or for guns, but without fear. Almost like a game. Bronson and Crosley unlimber their guns. Restorff runs along the top of the boat deck with a rifle, hunting a target. 86 EXT. SHOT OF SHORELINE - DAY Burst of smoke from rifle fire. 87 EXT. BRIDGE - DAY Bronson zestfully lets go with a burst of fire. Holman ducks down, calls to Franks. HOLMAN What is it? FRANKS Get below. Bandits — local bandits. They never do anything but shoot holes in the stack. (he sings out to some sports lovers) Clear the port side! Holman grimaces, looks helplessly at Collins, starts down the starboard ladder. Cont. [39] 87 Cont. BRONSON (to Restorff) Can you see anything? RESTORFF I think I got one. 88 EXT. MAIN DECK - DAY Holman joins others taking protection. Intermittent firing goes on. Holman regards the men's enthusiasm with amazement. BORDELLES Cease fire! Cease fire! BRONSON Just one more burst. Captain? COLLINS All right. Bronson fires. The gunners yell back and forth at each other, claiming hits, joshing. Holman's attention is drawn away from the "cowboys and Indians" to the noise of the engines. Franks passes him. HOLMAN Who was bossing the work in Hankow? FRANKS Chien. (Holman nods) Look, you heard the Captain -- HOLMAN Yeah. I hear the engine too. They listen to the knocking and jerking. Holman starts below. Franks watches him, troubled. Is this one of those guys who likes to rock the boat? DISSOLVE T0: [40] 89-104 OUT 105 EXT. LONG SHOT - THE SAN PABLO - DAY It is going through the water of a narrow river. 106 EXT. BRIDGE - DAY COLLINS (to Bordelles) Ring up to full speed. Bordelles rings full speed on the Annunciator. 107 INT. ENGINE ROOM - DAY The thump is so loud it's making Holman wince. As always, the men are stripped to the waist with sweat towels around their necks. HOLMAN (on the tube) Sir, It won't take no more turns. We oughta cut to half speed. Chien has now acknowledged the trouble, is moving about the engine, checking here and there. HOLMAN (on the tube) It's bad. She could carry away. She'll blow a head. There is no answer. But in a moment there is a clatter on the ladder, and Bordelles appears. This scares the coolies. HOLMAN She'll flail a rod through the bottom and sink the shlp. BORDELLES We've never had to stop before. HOLMAN (Impatient) Well, I'm just tellin' ya. Bordelles looks around for Chien, as though to silently ask his opinion. He finds him. Cont. [41] 107 Cont. HOLMAN (angry) Sir! BORDELLES We're under orders to reach Changsha on the double. HOLMAN She ain't gonna make it! (Bordelles starts up the ladder) Sir? The thump in the engine increases. Holman desperately makes an adjustment, shouldering Chien aside to do so. COLLINS' VOICE (on the tube) Engine room? HOLMAN Engine room, aye. COLLINS How long will this take? HOLMAN Fifteen - twenty minutes, Cap'n. COLLINS Very well. Secure. Holman exhales with relief. He has finally won a point. FRENCHY Chien, burn down your fires. Pretty soon makee stop. Holman adjusts the throttle, turns valves. The noise eases off. The up and down movement of the huge pistons gradually slows. DISSOLVE TO: [42] 108 INT. PISTONS - DAY Gradually slowing down. 109 INT. ENGINE ROOM - DAY DISSOLVE TO: The pistons now move in a sluggish, irregular way, as though by their own momentum. We concentrate on one, working up and down in a large pit. This is where th« work is to be done. As the piston slows, Holman is suddenly aware that Lieutenant Collins is standing on the ladder, watching. Holman turns to Frenchy. HOLMAN If we can keep the shaft up 'til they get the crankin' gear set, that'll hold it. We see the piston start its downward stroke, and Holman checks it with the throttle. It swings back and he checks it again. HOLMAN It'll take some jimmying. There's a lotta slack in the damn thing. Meanwhile, Chien and the coolies have been adjusting the jacking gear, which is simply a device with cogs, that, when engaged, stops the piston from moving down. We watch the danger of the thing -- the huge arm swinging in short curves, and checked by the move of the throttle. There is some noise indicating the jacks are engaged, also the arc is smaller. HOLMAN Okay. The jacks are set. He moves to the pit where the coolies are gathered. They are afraid to enter the pit. Chien shouts at them, gesticulating. They shrill back. Po-Han watches from the fireroom. Holman edges through them. HOLMAN I'll hold the wrench. Chien strips off his jacket, jumps into the pit. CHIEN My takee lench! My takee lench! Cont. [43] 109 Cont. The thin, bony old man climbs carefully down into the pit and engages the wrench. We watch the piston, apparently captured in its small arc. One coolie swings the sledge and the work goes forward. Collins watches. His eyes flick to Holman occasionally. Holman can't help feeling admiration for Chien's courage. He is turning away from the pit to check something, when there is a high, dry squeal. Holman dashes to the throttle. HOLMAN Watch it! Crank and piston come crashing down on Chien. Screams and confusion. The crank is checked by the throttle in the upsweep. It trembles there, top center. In the pit, Chien slides down out of sight. The coolies are running and screaming. One pries up a manhole cover. In the floor plate, tries to drag Chien out through it. Collins is right there. HOLMAN (from throttle) Don't! You'll rip hell out of him! Frenchy, hold this. Them damned jacks gave way. Hold it! Frenchy takes the throttle and Holman rushes to the crank pit. Crank continues to teeter on top. Holman gets half into the pit and lifts Chien carefully. Collins leans over and takes Chien from Holman. Jennings, the pharmacist's mate, has arrived with a stretcher and blanket. Chien exchanges a blank look with Holman as the latter hands him up to Collins. Some of the blood from Chien's crushed chest rubs off on Holman. He is badly shaken. They watch as Jennings and Haythorn carry Chien up the ladder. Holman then climbs into the pit and takes the wrench. He yells up to the coolies for someone to take the sledge. HOLMAN Hammah! Hammah! They are afraid. Po-Han, who has come out of the fireroom, picks up the sledge. HOLMAN Hammah! Hammah! PO-HAN Hammah! Hammah! Cont. [44] 109 Cont.l He starts to connect. After a few blows, the job is done and Holman climbs out, hands shaking. HOLMAN (to Collins) We can get underway. COLLINS The minute we secure in Changsha, report to me. HOLMAN Aye, aye, sir. He watches, worried and confused, as Collins makes his way up the ladder. DISSOLVE T0: 110 EXT. SAN PABLO - COMING INTO CHANGSHA - DAY The active harbor with the sampans, the bund. And, beyond this, the city. 111 EXT. DECK - DAY Holman comes out of the Engine Room, dirty and hot. He takes in the view of Changsha at a glance, and is heading for the crew's quarters, when two sailors come on the deck carrying a stretcher. Sailors look from it to Holman. He can't take his eyes from the stretcher. Bordelles and Lop Eye Shing arrive on the quarterdeck to go over the side with the body to the dock. Shing looks at Holman accusingly. BORDELLES (to Holman) Get cleaned up. The Captain's waiting for you. Holman nods, watches the proceedings for another moment, heads for the crew's quarters. A-ll INT. LIVING QUARTERS - DAY The men are getting into their whites, preparing to go ashore on liberty. They regard Holman with open hostility as he enters, goes to his bunk, starts to pull off his shoes. Cont. [45] A-111 Cont. They talk as if Holman were not present. SKI Harris, ain't you happy the engin's all fixed? HARRIS Yeah. I don't know how it got along like that for over twenty years. SKI Well, there's nothin' to worry about now. It's goin' like a Swiss watch. FERNA (mockingly) "Stop the boat. Captain. I hear a rattle. " Holman has glanced from one man to another, then gone back to peeling off his socks. They realize he isn't going to be sucked in. Ski addresses him directly. SKI Runnin' the engine was Chien's job. What'd you have to stick your face in for? HOLMAN (softly) You go to hell. I run that engine. HARRIS Holman, we like our coolies here. They make life easy for us. HOLMAN (pause) What are you sayin'? Holman's manner is deadly quiet. HARRIS I'm sayin' you oughta wise up. Join the club. Another thing like that happens, the coolies'll say you're a Jonah and start jumpin' ship. Then where we gonna be? Holman looks silently from one face to another, then smiles with easy contempt, turns back to his bunk, starts peeling out of his dungarees. DISSOLVE TO: [46] 112 INT. CAPTAIN'S CABIN - DAY Holman, in his whites, is standing at ease. Collins is seated at his table. COLLINS For the first time on this ship, a man has been killed. Holman waits. He's sorry about that, but he's not going to take the fall for it. COLLINS I want to know why? HOLMAN You were watching. Captain. The keys in the jack that was holding the crank jarred out. COLLINS Why? HOLMAN Vibration. COLLINS And why the vibration? HOLMAN From the bearing knock. One of the keys been missing for a long time, I guess. The other was just being held on by rust. COLLINS Can you fix any personal responsibility for this? Holman hesitates. He wants to do it right. HOLMAN For the jacking gear? COLLINS (impatiently) For the accident. HOLMAN Well, sir, if there hadn't been a knock in the L.P., there wouldn't have been vibration. Chien handled the overhaul. He should've fixed it. Cont. [47] 113 Cont. COLLINS Are you saying Chien killed himself? (Holman doesn't reply) He worked under supervision. HOLMAN Captain, that's not how it is around here. We lose face if we go bilge crawling or get grease on our hands. You can't supervise an engine job if you always gotta look military and stand a lot of topside watches. Colllns' anger flares, but he controls himself. COLLINS Lop Eye Shing, the number one coolie, says you killed Chien. HOLMAN (dismissively) Aaaah -- COLLINS Through the engine. In some mysterious way. That may be superstition, but it's real to them. Your resentment of Chien was well known. HOLMAN (firm) Captain, let me tell you something. Maybe you didn't start it, but it's the system you got that killed him. If -- COLLINS Holman! (then more calmly) You will immediately train one of the other coolies to take Chien's place, and then return to your military duties. HOLMAN (pressing) Captain, I'm the one you need on that engine. It's my job. I'll really give you something. Up to eighteen knots, no breakdowns. Get where you want to fast. I'm no good at this military thing, but when it comes to engines -- Cont. [48] 112 Cont.l COLLINS (cutting him off) If you just wanted to work on engines, why did you join the Navy? There is no answer. COLLINS The crew of this ship is designed just like the machinery that powers this ship. Captains before me designed San Pablo for a special job we have here in the backwaters of China. But men will not hold a shape like steel or brass. We have to refit ourselves into the design every day. That is the purpose of all that we do in San Pablo. And you cannot be excused to do what you would prefer to do — no matter how well you do it. (pause) Train a new coolie. That's all, Holman. After a long, non-committal look at Collins, Holman turns and exits. DISSOLVE TO: 113-114 OUT 115 INT. THE RED CANDLE HAPPINESS GARDEN - NIGHT This is a dark, dreary, unearthly dive. A single, naked light bulb hangs from the ceiling. The place is thick with smoke. There is drunken singing, minor brawls are going on. Calls and catcalls across the room. Little Chinese girls are doing their job: flirting, egging men to buy drinks, being mauled and handled, giggling. White-coated Chinese "boys" bring the drinks. There is a conspicuous stairway to the second floor. Seated at a table in the corner is VICTOR SHU, the sinister looking owner. MAMMA CHUNK, in trousers and jacket. Cont. [49-50] 115 Cont.1 HOLMAN Nah. He'll make me keep trying. (pause) Seven years I've been lookin' for that engine. Maybe he's right. Maybe I'm lookin' in the wrong place. SKI (at another table) Hey, Mamma Chunk. Where's the new stuff? MAMMA CHUNK You all time same Sampabble sailor? Whassamattah no likee all sama gel? (moves to Frenchy) Hey, Flenchy. Whassamattah no takee gel topside? FRENCHY Give me time. MAMMA CHUNK I think you too old man. She laughs. Frenchy jumps up, hugs her to him, dancing around in a circle. She pushes him into his seat, backs away laughing. MAMMA CHUNK You belong new sailah. What name you? Cont. [51] 115 Cont.l He has to smile at her. HOLMAN Holman. MAMMA CHUNK Have got one piecee new gel topside. Brand new. She just now make pitee. (pantomimes makeup) Suppose by-m-bye she come you table. Maskee? Holman just smiles. FRENCHY Yeah, maskee, Mamma. RESTORFF (yelling, o.s.) Yeah, your eyes are bigger than your -— 116 SHOT OF STAWSKI He is going up the stairs with two girls. Everybody laughs. CROSLEY Don't hurt yourself! At this moment, MAILY comes down the stairs. Stawski sees her first, starts to back down, leaving the other girls go. They protest, try to hang on, but he brushes them aside, backs down the stairs in front of Maily. A hush comes over the room. Maily is startlingly unlike the other girls. Her hair is done in simple Western style, her clothes are Western. She is vastly exciting to the men. They watch, slightly in awe, as she stands near the light, still on the stairs. Ski doffs his hat in a mock gesture of gentlemanliness, holds out his hand. Smiling, Maily takes it. He starts up the stairs in a continuous flow of motion, trying to pirouette her, but she won't be turned. Without a stop, he circles and starts to lead her to his table, firmly holding her hand. Cont. [52] 116 Cont. SKI Right over here, Loveyduck. Best table in the house. Clear the way, you slobs. Back to your pigs. He slips his arm around her waist. Maily notices Frenchy and Holman at the other table. Frenchy is obviously smitten on sight. Holman looks at him, then at Maily, registering this. Ski seats her in a chalr, pulls another up close to her. SKI Never mind those other goons. My name's Ski. (points at himself) Ski. Savvy? What name you? MAILY(perfect English) My name is Maily. Everyone does a take at the flawless English and the lovely voice. SKI (broadly) Say that again? MAILY My name Is Maily? Other sailors have gathered around the table. Ski smiles, pulls his chair closer. SKI Well, hello, Maily. RESTORFF Hey, Ski. Remember I'm your buddy. SKI Shove off. (to Maily) What'll you drink? CR0SLEY Hey, Ski. Pal? SKI (grandly) I'm sure you all have homes to go to. Why don't you -— Cont. [53] 116 Cont.l SKI (cont.) (makes a large gesture with his hand) -- vamoose! The men move back a blt, but the two at Ski's table hold their ground. SKI (in close, at work) What'll you drink? Maily wears a fixed and tense smile. MAILY I should warn you I get a commission on what I drink. All I drink is cold tea, but you'll pay for whisky -- Everyone looks around at her naive explanation. Frenchy is growing annoyed with Ski. Maily looks across to him and Holman. Frenchy smiles courage to her. Holman just looks back. SKI Boy! Catch two piecee whisky. (he lets his hands touch Maily's neck and shoulders) Relax. Maily, tensely aware of what is going on, forces a bright smile. MAILY I keep books for Mr. Shu and act as hostess. I'm so pleased to meet all of you. SKI Where'd you learn to speak English like that? MAILY My secret. Holman looks around at the sailors, hovering just outside the ring of Maily's table, with their own girls, but paying more attention to Maily. Cont. [54] 116 Cont.2 MAILY Where are you from? SKI (his hands still working) New Jersey. MAILY 0h, yes. Trenton. SKI Yeah. Trenton's in New Jersey. MAILY That's where Washington crossed the Delaware. SKI That was before my time. MAILY (as the pawing gets worse) As hostess, I'm supposed to divide my time among the tables. It's been very pleasant, but I must go now. She tries to get up, but Ski holds her down with his hand beneath the table. SKI Not 'til we take a little trip across the Delaware. MAILY I don't go upstairs. I'm only a hostess. Ski really starts to maul her. She is terrified, trying to rise. She looks around for help. Most of the sailors seem to be enjoying the struggle. Ski's hand is at work under the table. Maily gasps and jerks. MAILY Please, Mr. Ski. Don't do that. FRENCHY (sharply) Ski! Let her alone! SKI You go to hell! Cont. [55] 116 Cont.3 Holman and Frenchy get up, move toward the table. HOLMAN She don't seem to like the work. Maily watches them gratefully. Bronson appears with his Shore Patrol club, brassard, and web belt. BRONSON Knock it off, you two. (to Holman) 'Case you don't know it, this girl's got duties, just like sailors. 'Case you didn't know that either. Ski has gone back to his mauling. MAILY (struggling) Please! Frenchy and Holman start toward Ski. HOLMAN Let 'er go! Bronson blocks them with his club. BRONSON Stand fast. That's an order. You don't go messing with another man's girl. (then, with a smile) 'Til he's through with her. Mamma Chunk, who with Victor Shu, has been watching the excitement with satisfaction,, feels it's time to put things straight. She bustles through, shrills at Ski. MAMMA CHUNK Wassamattah, you! You wanchee go topside her? Pay money. Ski throws two Mex dollars on the table, grabs Maily, pulls her up. Mamma Chunk stops him. MAMMA CHUNK This gel first time. Must pay two hundred dollah? SKI Two?! -- (pause) I 'll give you ten Mexican dollars. Cont. [56] 116 Cont.4 He throws this on the table. MAMMA CHUNK Two hundred dollah! SKI You think I'm an admiral? MAMMA CHUNK That be first time price. SKI Who says so? MAMA CHUNK Victor Shu. She looks in Shu's direction. He stands calmly apart from it all. SHU Two hundred dollars. SKI Nobody's ever gonna have that much. Shu smiles and shrugs. Ski snorts. SKI I'll be damned (belligerently) Well, she's still drinking with me. MAMMA CHUNK (herding Maily away) She go oddah table now. SKI You ain't changing the house rules like that, dammit! Long as I buy her drinks, I keep her. MAMMA CHUNK (rushing at him with force and rage) Whassamattah! Whassamattah! You clazy? Ski shrinks back before this wave of womanly anger. The other sailors laugh. Red Dog, in a broad imitation of Ski's pawing, starts to grab butts right and left. Mamma Chunk collars another girl, shoves her at Ski, then takes Cont. [57] 116 Cont. 5 Maily to Frenchy's and Holman's table, seats her. Ski brushes the other girl off, drifts away, sulking. Some sailors follow Maily to the new table. Mamma Chunk steps back to watch her work. MAILY (to Frenchy) What's your name? FRENCH (smitten) My name is Frenchy. This is Jake Holman. MAILY My name is Maily. Holman nods. Frenchy rises an inch from his chair. FRENCHY How do you do? The watching sailors cheer his gallantry. He sits down, embarrassed. MAILY Thank you for helping me. Her look takes in both Frenchy and Holman. FRENCHY It was nothin'. MAILY Where are you from, Mr. Holman? HOLMAN (after a minute) Nevada. MAILY Yes. Reno. Holman nods, smiles at her game. FRENCHY I'm from California. MAILY San Francisco. Los Angeles. (back to Holman) Is Nevada nice? Cont. [58] 116 Cont. 6 HOLMAN Not to everybody. RESTORFF (outer ring) I'm from New York. MAILY The Hudson River. FARREN Massachusetts. RED DOG (mocking, in broad Boston accent) Park your car for the garden party! MAILY Boston? Tea? FARREN You got it. FRENCHY Where are you from? MAILY My secret. Mr. Holman, will you tell me about Nevada. HOLMAN (pause) It's no place in the middle of nothin'. FRENCHY Where'd you learn to speak English like this? MAILY (smiling) My secret. They all laugh at the repetition. During the laughter Holman gets up and starts away. Maily looks up as he rises, almost appealing. He gives her a smile and a shrug. There's nothing she can do for him. We see him drift off from Maily's angle, go to the shadows, start talking to some of the girls. Cont. [59] 116 Cont. 7 FRENCHY Maily? MAILY Yes? FRENCHY Can I get you a drink? MAILY I should warn you -- FRENCHY I know. (to boy) Two piecee whiskey. (low to Maily) Why two hundred dollars? I mean, is there somethin' special about two hundred dollars? RESTORFF Hey, speak up! RED DOG Louder! Louder! Frenchy just smiles at them, goes back to Maily. FRENCHY (low again) Your secret -- I know. What happens when Shu gets his two hundred dollars? MAILY I go to Hankow, to Shanghai. I'm free. Frenchy is smitten even more. Some vein of gallantry has been reached. FRENCHY I wish I had the two hundred. (she smiles at him) I mean -- just to glve it to you. MAILY You would do that? Frenchy hesitates. After all, he's human. Then he nods his head emphatically. Cont. [60] 116 Cont. 8 FRENCHY Yeah. Look -- I'll get it. He reaches in his pocket for money. Maily is touched. FARREN Time's up. Next table. Red Dog comes over, escorts Maily away. RED DOG You gotta work fast around here, boy. My name is Red Dog and I don't come from no place, so I don't wanna talk geography. Frenchy stands and counts his money, looks up, loud and eager. FRENCHY Who wants to shoot a little crap? VARIOUS (hooting at him) Oh, sure! Any day! You're not gettin' the two hundred from us, lover boy! Frenchy persists, moving on to other tables. FRENCHY Blackjack? Seven-card-stud? You name it! He passes Holman who has a girl on his arm. Holman smiles at him, moves up the stalrs. DISSOLVE TO: 117 INT. ENGINE ROOM - DAY Holman, dressed in dungarees, descends the ladder. He stops on the lower step to look over the assortment of coolies, one of whom he must train. They look at him blankly, except for Po-Han, who smiles. Holman studies them, weighing Frenchy's suggestion that he try to goof the job. He moves to a bench, fusses with the log, looks back at the coolies. Po-Han oontinues to smile with insistence. Holman addresses him with an overtone of sarcasm. Cont. [61] 117 Cont. HOLMAN You likee be boss man? Be all same Chien? Po-Han's face darkens in confusion. Chien is dead. Lots of bad joss around here. PO-HAN Likee same who? HOLMAN Chien. Number one engine coolie. PO-HAN Him all die. HOLMAN Yeah, him all die. Too bad. Now my wanchee new boss. (waves at the plant) My teachee you. All pidgin. Po-Han thinks Holman is complaining about the condition of the engine. He goes to a valve, looks for trouble. PO-HAN Engine side not plopah? HOLMAN (lapsing) Nah, the engine's okay if -- you gotta know how to run it right! (gesturing) Come 'ere! He takes out a sketch he has made of the plant, lays it on the bench, indicates that Po-Han should look at it. He points to a place on the sketch. HOLMAN Valve. B'long same. (points) Valve. He points to the actual valve in the plant. PO-HAN Wowel. Holman looks at him, not getting it. Cont. [62] 117 Cont.1 PO-HAN Wowel. (moves quickly to several valves, puts his hands on them, smiles) Wowel. HOLMAN Yeah. Okay -- wowel. (points again at sketch) Main steam stop valve. PO-HAH May -- stim - stah -- wowel. HOLMAN Okay. Where? Holman points to the sketch, then waves inquiringly at the plant. HOLMAN Same. B'long same. Po-Han knits his forehead, starts looking among the valves, puts his hand on one, looks at Holman questioningly. HOLMAN Nah. Po-Han is angry with himself. PO-HAN Nah! Not plopah wowel! He looks some more. Holman, hopes fading, watches Po-Han wander off among the valves, lost. Finally Holman begins to fold up the sketch, staring at the bench. From o.s. Po-Han's voice is heard. PO-HAN May -- stim -- stah -- wowel. Holman looks around. PO-HAN May -- stim -- stah -— wowel? Holman nods briefly. It took him long enough. Cont. [63] 117 Cont.2 PO-HAN (delighted) May -- stim -- stah -- wowel! HOLMAN Yeah, that's the wowel -- but I don't know. Po-Han comes over, his face alight with hope. PO-HAN You -- me -- can do, Jehk? Holman smiles a little. DISSOLVE T0: [64] 118-138 MONTAGE QUICK, RHYTHMIC SHOTS OF HOLMAN TURNING VALVES, PO-HAN RESPONDING — HOLMAN POINTING TO CHART -- PO-HAN JUMPING TO POINT IT OUT IN THE PLANT -- BUILDING TO.... 139 INT. ENGINE ROOM - DAY Holman is stripped to the waist with a sweat towel around his neck. He is excited with teaching. HOLMAN (at boiler) Inside b'long steam. Live steam. Strong steam! He acts this out -- strong. Then thumps the shell. PO-HAN Stim. He acts out strong. HOLMAN It comes along here. Steam. Stim. Live stim -- to the feed pump throttle. It goes in live and comes out exhaust. He follows the line along as he says this, pantomimlng, checking with Po-Han for understanding. Po-Han is puzzled. He goes back and looks at the pipes as though they could explain themselves. HOLMAN Look, we'll try it different. He starts to act it out. HOLMAN Live stim! Live stim! He acts out live steam coming along the line, snorting and bulging his muscles, and to show that live steam performs work in the feed pump, he reaches in with both arms to the crosshead, and grunting heavily, pretends to lift the piston rod up and down. Then, to show the steam coming out of the exhaust valve, he wheezes and droops, lets his muscles go slack, staggers over to the condenser and folds his hands beside his head to show sleep. Po-Han is delighted with this dumb show. He duplicates the act, watching at every step for Holman's approval. Like a good teacher, Holman is involuntarily pushing him on, giving his body English at each change. He is pleased. Cont. [65] 139 Cont. PO-HAN (at condenser) Stim dead! Stim dead! HOLMAN Sabby? This side steam makee dead. Holman slaps the condensor shell. He kneels and bleeds water from a cock on the air pump discharge. HOLMAN Before stim. Now water. Water b'long dead stim. Po-Han kneels and lets water flow over his fingers. His eyes sparkle. PO-HAN Stim dead! Stim dead! Holman reaches out with both hands, grabs Po-Han's shoulders. HOLMAN Yeah! You got it! Come on, we'll take five. Po-Han beams. No white man has ever been this friendly to him. They go to the work bench. Holman pours each of them a mug of coffee from the pot. He mops his face, looks at Po-Han. HOLMAN Some day I'll show you 'bout the throttle. He puts his hand on it. Po-Han frowns. This is a post of command. He is afraid of it. HOLMAN It's just gettin' used to it. He manipulates the throttle. HOLMAN Go 'head. See. Po-Han hesitates, finally dares to put his hand on it. Ski and Perna, both drunk, have appeared on the upper grating. SKI Who's your new throttleman, Homang? Cont. [66} 139 Cont.1 Po-Han steps away from the throttle as Ski and Perna come down. HOLMAN We're workin'. Haul outa here. PERNA Ask the new throttleman if you can have some coffee, Ski. Maybe he'll let you use h1s cup. HOLMAN Out! SKI Slant-eyed bastard -- He knocks the cup from Po-Han's hand, cuffs him across the mouth. Before Ski knows it is happening, Holman is on him. He cuts savagely down on Ski's neck with the heel of his hand, doubles him with a blow to the belly, rocks him back with another openhanded slash, then hacks him again from above. The blows come like 11ghtning. Ski thuds to the deck, looks at Holman. SKI I'm gonna get up and kill you. HOLMAN (to Perna) Get the slob outa here 'fore I stick him in the fire-box. Perna helps Ski to his feet. SKI You better start sleepin' light. HOLMAN Don't mean that, buddy. I'll slit your throat. They help each other up the ladder, glancing angrily back. Po-Han looks at Holman, scared. DISSOLVE TO; 140 EXT. BRIDGE - DAY Holman is just leaving the bridge -- hurriedly. Collins and Bordelles can be seen behind him as he scrambles down the ladder. He trots along the deck, encounters Lop Eye Shing, the number one coolie. Cont. [67] 140 Cont. HOLMAN (sarcastically) Turns out you aren't runnin' the ship after all. He moves on briskly. Shing watches him, puzzled, then looks up toward the bridge, sees Bordelles looking at him. A-140 BRIDGE - DAY Bordelles turns to Collins, BORDELLES Sir, do you think it's wise? Overruling Shing about the coolie? COLLINS That isn't exactly what I've done, Mr. Bordelles. It's the crew that wanted Po-Han off the ship. BORDELLES Yes, but Shing did the firing. He'll lose face if Holman makes them change their mind. COLLINS How much chance do you think there is of that? B-140 INT. COOLIES QUARTERS - DAY Po-Han is seated disconsolately on one of the bunks, assembling his few shabby belongings. Holman comes scrambling down the ladder, sticks his head in the door. HOLMAN Don't pack your bag. We're not dead yet. He races back up the ladders. A look of wild hope appears on Po-Han's face. 141 OUT 142 INT CREW'S QUARTERS - DAY The crew is sitting around eating, the usual chatter going on. Holman comes in. He obviously has a plan. He stands facing Ski. Cont. [68] 142 Cont. HOLMAN Ski -- I hit you. SKI The slopehead hit me. You jumped me so I didn't get a chance to kill 'em. Huh, Perna? PERNA Yeah. HOLMAN Y'ever seen him swing a sledge? SKI Huh? HOLMAN If he hit ya, he'd a'killed ya. You're lucky I broke it up. SKI (incredulous) The slopehead? The crew smiles at the idea. HOLMAN Sorry I hadda get a little rough. SKI You ever seen a slopehead fight? Ski gets up and does a broad imitation of the way a Chinese would fight -- running and flapping his arms. Everyone laughs. Holman shakes his head regretfully. HOLMAN Ski, this guy woulda put out your light. SKI Who says so? Holman waits, then shrugs as if the idea just occurred to him. HOLMAN I got fifty bucks that says so. There is flurry from the crew. BRONSON I'll take it. Cont. [69] 142 Cont.1 HOLMAN You got it. SHANAHAN (amid the clamor) You got anymore? ALL Yeah - how much? Let us in! How much you got? I'll take twenty. Ski yells over them. SKI Wait a minute, wait a minute! Who's gonna do the fightin' here? (to Holman) I don't go for it 'less you bet me a hundred bucks. HOLMAN You holding' a hundred? SKI Yeah, and I need two hundred to buy myself a very special present. Frenchy looks at Holman horrified at the idea of Ski's getting the two hundred dollars. Holman looks at Frenchy, torn, but then nods at Ski. HOLMAN A hundred says he takes you. SKI (howls with joy) Maily -- here I come. HARRIS You got anymore, Homang? All take up the cry and crowd around. HOLMAN I got another fifty, I'll cut it up but wait -- wait.... They quiet down a little. HOLMAN If Po-Han wins, he stays aboard That's gotta be in the deal. Cont. [70] 142 Cont.2 The others hesitate, look to Ski and Perna for any sign of opposition. SKI (broadly) Sure! PERNA What the hell! HARRIS He ain't gonna win anyhow! ALL Sure! Win? Hah! That's a deal. They reach to cover the bets. SKI I'll bet you ten on the side the slopehead won't f1ght. HOLMAN He'll fight. Frenchy has been watching intently, his anger growing. Now that the commotion dies down and Ski goes off shadow- boxing, Frenchy taps Holman sharply on the arm, gestures for them to go outside. They move toward the door. 143 EXT. DECK - DAY Frenchy is baffled and angry. FRENCHY You know what I'm tryna do for Maily. Holman looks at him, troubled. HOLMAN They're giving' the coolie a bad shake. FRENCHY So what? Now you'll be rid of him. Get your engine back. HOLMAN It's my fault he was canned. Cont. [71] 143 Cont. FRENCHY I don't get it. You lose your money and Ski's gonna get Maily on account of that slopehead? HOLMAN {angry) Whaddya call her? FRENCHY You shut up! For a moment it seems that Frenchy might hit him. FRENCHY (bitterly) You know, I coulda had some of that dough, too, but I wouldn't bet against a buddy. He goes back inside. Holman is deeply troubled. DISSOLVE TO: [72] 144 INT. RED CANDLE HAPPINESS GARDEN - NIGHT Po-Han is now sitting stripped to the waist in one corner of an improvised ring under a naked light bulb. He is terrified. Holman is working over him. Ski sits confid- ently in the other corner. Franks is idle in the middle, about to act as referee. Maily and Frenchy are seated at a table in a dark corner. He is in utter misery. MAILY French, you mustn't worry. FRENCHY How the hell can you say that? Excuse me. Maily looks toward Ski, who is already gloating over her. MAILY If Ski gets me, then -- he is supposed to. FRENCHY That big ape? MAILY It only means that I am being punished. FRENCHY For what? MAILY (pause) My secret. FRENCHY Now you quit that "My secret" stuff. Who'd want to punish you? MAILY (pause) God. FRENCHY Who? MAILY God. FRENCHY What'd you do to Him? Cont. [73] 144 Cont. MAILY I -- stole money. From American missionaries. They found me as a chlld and brought me up. FRENCHY Why'd you steal the money? MAILY To get away. They -- wanted me to be a mlssionary, too. FRENCHY (full understanding) Oh. MAILY I meant to go to Shanghai and earn enough to send it back to them, But I couldn't. So I came to Changsha and Mr. Shu advanced it. Now he must be pa1d. (pause) And so must God. FRENCHY (incensed) Maily, you're bughouse. What kind of religion did they teach you? (darts up) I'll make a deal with Shu to pay him off a little every month. MAILY (stops him) No. There comes a time in your life when God calls on you to pay the debt you owe him. FRENCHY God don't go around punishing people that way. He waits 'till all the cards are in. A tin pan clangs. 145 INT. THE BOX "RING" AT RED CANDLE - NIGHT A place has been cleared. The sailors crowd the ring, standing, and at tables. Chinese girls, bar boys, Mamma Chunk, Victor Shu. Franks stands in the center of the ring. Farren, with web belt, brassard and club, has the duty. It is noisy, smoky, dimly lighted. We move in on Holman and Po-Han. [74] 145 Cont. HOLMAN (to Po-Han) You gotta hit him. Hurt him, He's big, but it's blubber. PO-HAN (afraid) Too much cold this side. (puts hand on heart) Suppose cold this side, any man no can fight. HOLMAN You before plenty time fight Chinese man, makee him black eye. How fashion no can fight Stawski? PO-HAN Ski no same. HOLMAN You wanchee come back ship, you fight. Red Dog hits the pan aga1n. HOLMAN Work his gut. Hard. Keep your chin in. Across the ring Ski gets up. Po-Han rises uncertainly. Franks motions the two men to the center. Ski, larger than Po-Han, but flabby, comes out clowning hands over his head, pawing the floor. Po-Han comes sidling out. Frenchy, at the table with Maily, looks and hides head in his hands. Franks addresses Po-Han. FRANKS No kickee, no scratchee. None of that stuff. You sabby? PO-HAN (breathless) My sabby. FRANKS Okay. Go to it. The fight is on. Ski clowns, walks casually after Po-Han, who keeps backing up, religiously holding his chin in front of him as he has been told to, sticking his left straight out in front of h1m. Holman closes his eyes, looks over toward Frenchy who is glaring at him. Ski flicks a blow off Po-Han's face, then holds his chin out, Po-Han backs away. Cont. [75] 145 Cont.1 HOLMAN (wild) Hit 'em! SKI Whassamattah? Whassamattah? (to Holman) Your man all same not fight? The sailors all laugh. Ski hits Po-Han again. He has to keep following him around. SKI Drop anchor, willya? Po-Han stands eti11. Ski comes up, flicks him one. Po-Han moves a bit away, looks at Holman. SKI (mocking) What do I do now, Ma? More laughter from the sailors. SKI Come on, fight! The crowd takes up the chants "Fight, fight, fight." Ski moves in to muss Po-Han up. Landing hard blows, then playing around with him, turning his back. Po-Han retaliates by flailing with open gloves, scoring an occasional hit. Ski imitates his way of fighting, only lands a few. Red Dog bangs the pan. Ski and Po-Han return to their corners. Ski is noticeably breathing harder. Holman vigorously sponges Po-Han, looks across toward Ski's corner. HOLMAN Now, listen. He's gettin' tired. PO-HAN (hopefully) You tinkee he tired hit me? HOLMAN No, but he's running out of steam. Stim. You gotta start swinging. Put you baok into it, Hammah! Hammah! He makes a s1edge-swinging gesture. Frenchy's head is on the table. Maily looks toward the ring. Ski waves at her. Cont. [76] 145 Cont.1 SKI Pack your bags for a trip across the Delaware, baby. The banging pan starts the second round. 146-166 MONTAGE OF FIGHT Shots of Po-Han getting hit, blood flowing above eye, face puffing up. Also of Ski landing harder punches, but getting winded as he chases Po-Han around. Po-Ran is hurt, but still lively. Holman is making sledge- like gestures from Po-Han's corner. HOLMAN Hammah! Hammah! Hammah! Po-Han blindly lets one go. It hlts Ski in the mid-riff. The punch doesn't really hurt, but it's a surprise. The crowd cheers. Once more the pan bangs. Holman sponges off Po-Han. HOLMAN Hit him in the gut! Hammah! Hammah! Perna is sponging Ski in the opposite corner. PERNA Finish him this round. You'll need your strength for the main event. Ski grins, looks in Maily's direction. The pan bangs. The two fighters come out again, Ski now going for the kill. Puffing heavily he drives in, rights, lefts. Po-Han, now covered with blood, spits out a tooth, goes down, but scrambles to his feet before Franks can begin oounting. The faces in the crowd are hungry for the kill, but there is also admiration for Po-Han at the punishment he is gamely taking. He totters in the corner near Holman. Ski calls out. SKI Get out you money, Homang! I'll want it in a minute! Po-Han turns to Holman, shocked. PO-HAN Jehk -- I lose fight, you lose money? Cont. [77] 146-166 Cont. HOLMAN Forget it! Stay in there! PO-HAN You lose rice bowl? HOLMAN Look out! Ski has grabbed Po-Han by the shoulder. He spins him around. Suddenly Po-Han takes fire. He lets one go almost from the floor to Ski's mid-section. Ski doubles. Po-Han moves in with a series of wild, unaimed blows at the midriff. Ski, winded, gasping for air, tries to backpedal. The crowd is stunned, but sees a real fight in the making. It watches in silence. Po-Han lands another solid blow. Ski goes to his hands and knees. Franks starts to count. Po-Han looks at Holman who has been fighting in his corner. Frenchy is on his feet, shocked by the turn ot events. Ski gets up sluggishly at the count of six. Po-Han moves away as though to let him recover. HOLMAN No! Get in there! Hammah! Hammah! FRENCHY Hit him! Kill the bum! The crowd yells "Get him, Ski!" "Take him!" Ski lunges a blow at Po-Han, hits him in the face. Po-Han stops, spits out a tooth, then sails into Ski like a cyclone. After five blows, Ski crumples to the floor again on his hands and kneea. Franks starts to oount - a bit too slowly. FRANKS One -- two -- three -- Suddenly the blast of the recall is heard from the ship. Franks stops, his hand in mid-air. There is silence except for the insistent blast. A quick glance passes between Franks and the duty man, Farren. FARREN Baok to the ship on the double. Emergency recall. HOLMAN Finish the count! Cont. [78] 146-166 Cont. FRANKS Back to the ship. Frenchy has rushed into the ring. FRENCHY Come on -- finish it! In the milling and confusion which follow in the dim light, tables are overturned, glasses and bottles smashed. Holman takes up the count, a bit too fast. HOLMAN ...five -- six -- seven -- Perna comes forward to help Skl up. Frenchy blocks him. FRENCHY Don't touch him! Mamma Chunk is racing around, screaming. MAMMA CHUNK Whassamattah? Whassamattah? HOLMAN ...nine -- ten -- you're out! Frenchy grabs Maily, exalted at the outcome and shakes her by the shoulders. FRENCHY What did I tell you? What did I tell you? Holman is helping Po-Han on with his clothes. Po-Han apeaks through swollen lips. PO-HAN I go back to ship? HOLMAN You're damned right you do. Perna helps Ski toward the door. It is a dim-lit, drunken exodus -- barboys trying to oollect money, girls clinging to the departing sailors. 167 EXT. THE BUND - NIGHT In the dim light -- a few torches and lights from the San Pablo -- the sailors can be seen staggering, slipping, fa11ing, making their way hurriedly to the ship, down onto the bund, up the gangway. [79] 168 EXT. THE SHIP - NIGHT While the recall blast oontinues, Collins is on the bridge, impatient, tense, watch1ng his crew return. COLLINS On the double! On the double there! 169 EXT. THE PONTOON AND GANGPLANK - NIGHT Bordelles, who has been ashore himself, hurries up the gangplank. He is sober. He throws the appropriate salutes, then hurries up the ladder to the bridge. Meanwhile the men pile aboard, full of questions. THE CREW What the hell's going on? We shoving off? Who blew the whistle? Hey, Chief, what's it all about? 170 EXT. BRIDGE - NIGHT Collins sees Bordelles approaching. COLLINS Get up steam, and stand by to cast off lines and drift if we don't get steam up fast enough. We'll anchor out in the channel. Get the men sobered fast. We may have to repel boarders. BORDELLES Aye, Aye, Captain. He salutes and leaves. FRANKS (sings out) Now hear th1s. Make all preparations for getting under way. 171 EXT. GANGPLANK - NIGHT Holman and Frenchy are coming aboard, helping Po-Han who is still groggy. They hear Franks, look up at the bridge, puzzled. 172 EXT. BRIDGE - NIGHT He sees Holman. COLLINS Get steam up to the engine on the double. [80] 173-178 SERIES OP SHOTS OP PREPARATIONS The men, mostly drunk, stagger to their stations. In the engine room they tumble dawn the stairs -- neither Holman nor Frenchy is drunk -- and start to work. The coolies, too, are coming aboard. 179 INT. ENGINE ROOM - NIGHT Po-Han, bloody and puffed, starts toward the boiler room to pick up a shovel, stripping off his blouse as he goes. Holman stops him. HOLMAN Hey, no. (he jabs him, smiling) You boss. Po-Han stops for a moment, looks around at Perna and the other engineers down there, then shouts an order to the coolies. Holman smiles. 180 EXT. BRIDGE - NIGHT Collins shouts to the men on the pontoons. COLLINS Keep sharp on those lines down there. Franks jumps to the bridge, saluting. FRANKS All hands on board, Captain. COLLINS Very well. Suddenly down the streets ln the distance there is the sound of an approaching mob. Collins and the others hear it, look in that direction. 181 EXT. P.O.V. SHOT OF MOB IN DISTANCE ~ TORCHES IN NIGHT COLLINS Cast off lines. BORDELLES Cast off all lines. 182 EXT. PONTOON - NIGHT Two sailors who have been holding the lines at the ready, loose them from the bite and cast them out. Men on deck drag them in. The sailors run for the gangplank as the noise of the approaching mob grows louder. [81] 183 EXT. BRIDGE - NIGHT Bordelles calls out as sailors hop on board. BORDELLES Take in gangway on the double. Half-drunken sailors haul in the gangplank. Others, using barge poles, shove the gunboat away from the dock. It starts drifting clear. 184 THE BUND - NIGHT The yelling mob of students and demonstrators streams onto the Bund. 185 BRIDGE - NIGHT Collins looks at the widening strip of water with satisfaction. 186 P.O.V. SHOT OF CROWD FROM BRIDGE - NIGHT Collins sees the crowd, only some yards off now, yelling "Murderers! Murderers!" and waving torches. LONG SHOT OF SHIP DRIFTING AWAY FROM TORCHES - DISSOLVE TO: [82] 188 INT. COLLIN'S CABIN - NIGHT Some messages are on the table. COLLINS Last night on the Wahnsien, up the gorges of the Yangtse, two British warships fought it out with the local warlord. Bordelles smells blood and smiles expectantly. COLLINS Two hundred Chinese were killed, and one-hundred-and-fifty British. The Bolsheviks are now saying that two thousand innocent Chinese were slaughtered. We're up against a new strategy of lies. BORDELLES I see. Collins consults some papers. COLLINS The students of China are supporting the new leader, Chiang Kai Shek -- the Nationalist Party. He is leading an army north to wipe out the warlords. BORDELLES What are we to do? COLLINS We have new orders, not to fire back. Bordelles looks at him, stunned. COLLINS (repeats) Not to fire back. BORDELLES I don't understand. Collins again rifles through his papers. Cont. [83] 188 Cont. COLLINS Apparently we are being blamed for everything -- the foreign devils. It'a an old trick to unify people by getting them to hate something or someone. Well, we're it. They all want to get rid of us. Chiang Kai Shek, peacefully. The Communists in the movement, by force. But we're supposed to grin and bear it. Because if we fire back, we give them new propaganda against us -- and we apparently play into the hands of the Communist element who want us to start a real war so that Russia will have to come to China's rescue and in that way take her over. (he looks at Bordelles, troubled) Muster all hands on the fantail at first light. QUICK DISSOLVE TO: 189 EXT. FANTAIL - DAWN The men are standing in formation at parade rest. Collins is on the gratings. COLLINS It is an accident of history that we in the San Pablo are the first American armed unit to come face to face with this new thing. How we face it can make it our great honor, or our dishonor. I intend that it shall be our honor. It is our military honor to obey orders. Our government has decided for the present not to treat the fighting between Chiang Kai Shek and the other warlords as just another warlord squabble. We will treat it as an authentic civil war in which we must remain very carefully neutral. (pause) We may not use force to protect American property -- only American 11ves, and then only when it is not possible to protect them any other way. Cont. [84] 189 Cont. COLLINS (Cont.) (pause) This will take great moral courage. We are trained to fight men, not lies. But I know we will acquit ourselves with honor. The men have all reacted with some puzzlement. The only point they really understand is that they cannot fire back. COLLINS The United States Government has ordered the evacuation of Central China. We shall be making one last trip to Paoshan to rescue the missionaries at China Light. This registers with Holman -- Shirley. COLLINS Make all preparations for getting underway. DISSOLVE TO: 190-192 OUT l93 EXT. PAOSHAN - DAY The San Pablo is pulling into the dock, getting ready to throw lines over, lower the gangplank. On the dock are huddled four missionaries with two little children. Guarding them are a few dozen ragtag warlord soldiers. 194 EXT. BRIDGE - DAY Collins is busy bringing the ship alongside. There is the usual activity prior to docking. Holman comes topside, scans the faces on the dock. 195 EXT. DOCK AT PAOSHAN - DAY We see the missionaries and soldiers. An officer calls out to the ship in Chinese. 196 EXT. BRIDGE - DAY Collins sees that Shing, standing outside his quarters, is listening to the officer. COLLINS What's he say? Cont. [85] 196 Cont. SHING Genlah Pan speak ship go othah side chop-chop. COLLINS (firmly) When we're finished. Shing yells back in Chinese to the officer. Collins looks at Bordelles. 197 EXT. SHIP AND DOCK - DAY Ship is being secured to the pontoon. The gangplank is run over. 198 EXT. BRIDGE - DAY Collins and Bordelles. COLLINS Those are the China Light people, but I don't see Jameson. (calls to dock} Where's Jameson? 199 EXT. DOCK - DAY MISSIONARY (MARTIN) He wouldn't come. 200 EXT. BRIDGE - DAY Collins and Bordelles exchange a look of concern. COLLINS Take the motor pan to China Light and get him. BORDELLES Aye, aye, sir. COLLINS Shove off at once. Damned nonsense! 201 EXT. PONTOON - DAY The Chinese officer is yelling something to Shing. 202 EXT. BRIDGE - DAY Collins looks to Shing. Cont. [86] 202 Cont. SHING He speak you no sailah man come shohside. Collins nods grimly. 203 EXT. PONTOON - GANGPLANK - QUARTERDECK Missionaries start up the gangplank. Holman stands just off the quarterdeck, watching them come abroad, looking for Shirley. 204 EXT. BRIDGE - DAY Collins turns to Franks. COLLINS Keep the fires up. We'll get under way as soon as they return from China Light. DISSOLVE TO: 205 EXT. MOTOR PAN IN NARROW RIVER - AFTERNOON Bordelles and Farren are in the stern, Holman and Frenchy at the bow. They are armed with rifles. Holman smiles at Frenchy who is gazing dreamily into space. HOLMAN Hey. (no answer) Hey. He taps him. Frenchy snaps out of his reverie. FRENCHY (alertly) Yeah. HOLMAN Relax. There's nobody gonna buy her 'fore you get back. FRENCHY (worried) Changsha's got a few civilians loaded with dough. They get wind of Maily..... HOLMAN Take it easy. Cont. [87] 203 Cont. Frenchy thinks for a moment, shakes his head. FRENCHY I must be slowing down. All my life I been paying my money and and going topside. Now I just want to give this girl a break. I don't get it. HOLMAN You ever seen those temples here, where you buy a bird in a little cage and then let it loose, just for the hell of it? FRENCHY (pleased) They do that? HOLMAN Yeah. Supposed to make you feel good. FRENCHY (smiling) Yeah. Maybe that's it. HOLMAN How much you got? FRENCHY Time we get back -- if someone else hasn't already -- HOLMAN They won't. How much? FRENCHY About a hundred and fifty. HOLMAN I'll carry you for the rest. FRENCHY (blankly) What? HOLMAN The other fifty. I'll carry you. Frenchy gulps gratefully. Cont. [88] 205 Cont.1 FRENCHY Jake, no kiddin' -- I won't forget this. HOLMAN Gowan. It's Stawski's money. FRENCHY Okay, but listen -- HOLMAN (embarrassed) Forget it. FRENCHY Okay. He nods obediently, smiles. DISSOLVE TO: 206 EXT. CHINA LIGHT JETTY - AFTERNOON DISSOLVE TO: The motor pan pulls into the simple landing. They secure the pan, start up the path, leaving Farren behind. 207 EXT. P.O.V. SHOT OF CHINA LIGHT MISSION - AFTERNOON Far up a hill we see a compound of walled structures. DISSOLVE TO: 208 EXT. OUTSIDE THE MISSION - DAY Bordelles, Holman and Frenchy move with some care. They approach the entrance to the wall -- a gate -- and enter. 209 EXT. ENTRANCE TO COMPOUND - AFTERNOON As they enter they are aware of the spirit screen, which stands eight feet inside the main gate. It is roughly eight feet high, placed there to block the entrance of evil spirits, who can travel only in a straight line. 210 EXT. THE COMPOUND - DAY Houses, trees, earth compound. Holman finds something very orderly and appealing about it. We get see it through his eyes as they move along. They pass a large shed which contains some partially uncrated machinery. A few vines have started to creep over 1t. Holman's curiosity is aroused. Suddenly, from around the corner of one of the buildings, commands can be heard being shouted in youthful Chinese voices. They stop, move ahead Cont. [89] 210 Cont. cautiously around the corner. CHO-JEN, a handsome, intelligent young man of 18, is conducting a military drill with his young, eager, but unarmed militia. After a moment, Cho-Jen sees the sailors, calls a halt to the drill. Bordelles and his little group walk slowly and deliberately past Cho-Jen toward the main house. Bordelles moves familiarly through the area. Cho-Jen watches the sailors closely. Then he leaves his "troops" and follows them. 211 EXT. PORCH AND ENTRANCE TO JAMESON'S HOUSE - AFTERNOON Bordelles approaches the entrance and knocks. While waiting, he becomes aware that Cho-Jen is standing just out in the compound. CHO-JEN Mr. Jameson 1s in my custody. Bordelles' eyes widen at this. Before he can reply, Shirley appears at the screen door. SHIRLEY Yes? BORDELLES Mr. Jameson, please. Shirley sees Holman. Though the situation is serious, she smiles. He smiles back. Shirley has changed. Her hair is done simply, her dress is plain. She seems at home, at peace. SHIRLEY Come in. She opens the door for Bordelles, who indicates that Holman and Frenchy are to wait on the porch. Bordelles enters the house, followed by Cho-Jen, whose face is tense. Shirley glances once more at Holman, smiles again, then follows the others into the shadows of the home. 212 EXT. PORCH - AFTERNOON Frenchy has noted the smiling between Shirley and Holman. FRENCHY She gotta pretty quick boot outa you. HOLMAN Nah. I met her on the boat comin' up from Shanghai. Cont. [90] 212 Cont. FRENCHY (ready for details) Yeah? HOLMAN Just met her. Just met her. Holman and Frenchy drift away from the door. Frenchy lounges. Holman continues to look at the boy troops, still standing stiffly at attention. Holman nods at them. HOLMAN They'd go great on the San Pablo, huh? Collins'd have 'em standing like that all day. (calls out) At ease. 213 EXT. COMPOUND - MILITIA - AFTERNOON They don't budge. Serious, intense, good young faces. 214 EXT. PORCH - AFTERNOON Holman shrugs, turns to Frenchy, who has seated himself on a shady part of the porch. HOLMAN I think they're waiting to repel boarders. Shirley comes out the door, carrying two glasses of water. SHIRLEY Hello. HOLMAN Hiya. Thanks. He takes a glass of water. She offers one to Frenchy, who has gotten up uncertainly. FRENCHY (taking it) Thanks. HOLMAN Uh -- Frenchy Bourgoyne -- Miss -- SHIRLEY Shirley. Shirley Eckert. How do you do? FRENCHY Pleased to meet you. Cont. [91] 214 Cont. He retreats to his shady spot, sips the water. There is a moment of clumsy silence. Holman wants to talk with Shirley, doesn't know how to get going. He gestures at the boy soldiers. HOLMAN These kids stand like that much longer, they're gonna melt. Shirley looks and smiles. She goes down the steps, followed by Holman, says something to the boys in Chinese. Then waves her hands as though scattering a flock of chickens. 215 EXT. COMPOUND - AFTERNOON The kids at first hold attention. Then, rather doubtfully, one by one, they relax, smile, shuffle around in a group. They are still very much under the influence of a woman teacher. Holman laughs, turns back to Frenchy. 216 EXT. PORCH - AFTERNOON HOLMAN Hey, Frenchy. That's a new military command. Shoo! Frenchy smiles from the porch, but makes no move to join them. Holman, still nervous, turns back to Shirley. SHIRLEY (smiling) Cho-Jen wouldn't like me doing that. HOLMAN The guy who was drilling 'em? SHIRLEY Yes. A student of mine. After two days of teaching him, I stopped asking why I'd come to China. HOLMAN (nodding) He really needed it, huh? SHIRLEY 0h, no, he's very bright. It's like teaching some kind of young Napoleon. He's the leader of the students in this district. Cont. [92] 216 Cont. HOLMAN Bolsheviks? SHIRLEY No. Chiang Kai Shek is his god. For all of them he's the hope. HOLMAN How come he's got the Reverend in custody? SHIRLEY (proudly) Mr. Jameson stood trial in a Chinese court here. He's under sentence of death. Holman sees the pride -- can't reconcile it with what she has told him. HOLMAN You don't mind that? SHIRLEY It's just a technicality. Opium was found growing on a remote piece of mission property. He didn't know about it, but technically he was responsible. HOLMAN Why'd he go to a Chinese court? He didn't have to. SHIRLEY (again, proudly) He wanted to. He is now in Cho-Jen's custody and we're going to Changsha to appeal the sentence in a higher court. We're sure it'll be changed. Then we can come back to our work here. HOLMAN That's where we're going. Changsha. SHIRLEY We'd heard you were taking the missionaries clear down to Hankow. HOLMAN (shaking his head} Changsha. Cont. [93] 216 Cont.1 He looks at Shirley, trying to find a way to drive a casual wedge. She smiles unselfconsciously. SHIRLEY Maybe we'll see each other. HOLMAN Yeah. He awkwardly tries to conceals his interest, gestures toward the shed with the uncrated engines. HOLMAN What's all the machinery? SHIRLEY A lot of things we don't understand. (smiling) I thought of you the minute I saw it. She moves across the compound to the shed. Holman quickly follows her. A-216 INT. SHED - DAY They enter the shed. Holman looks at the partially unpacked, neglected engines with dismay. HOLMAN What's it for? SHIRLEY (pointing) That's to make beet sugar -- and that's for electric light. HOLMAN Why aren't you running 'em? SHIRLEY We don't know how. Some wealthy man from Utah sent them out. Holman starts to circle the machinery -- much as he did when first entering the engine room on the San Pablo. HOLMAN There's a direction book. They always send directions. Shirley starts to rummage in one of the empty crates. SHIRLEY I think Mr. Jameson has it. Cont. [94] A-216 Cont. HOLMAN You gotta get this stuff goin'. Shirley turns, sees Holman prowling the engines. She senses his dedication. SHIRLEY What would be our first step? HOLMAN Clean it up. JAMESON'S VOICE (o.s.) Miss Eckert? Shirley hurries out of the shed, Holman behind her. 217 EXT. PORCH AND COMPOUND - AFTERNOON Jameson, on the porch, sees Holman and Shirley emerge the shed. He clears his throat, determined to believe the best. JAMESON The San Pablo is going to Changsha. It will be quicker than going overland. Cho-Jen has agreed. We'll be leaving as soon as you can get ready. Shirley looks quickly at Holman. SHIRLEY I'll go pack. JAMESON Don't pack too much. I'm sure we'll be returning. He looks at Cho-Jen, who smiles, then stiffens. Cho-Jen suddenly sees his troops in disarray. He marches toward them. 218 EXT. COMPOUND - TROOPS - AFTERNOON The "troops" are uneasy under Cho-Jen's stare. 219 EXT. PORCH - AFTERNOON Cho-Jen bellows "Attention!" in Chinese. 220 EXT. COMPOUND - TROOPS The kid militia comes to a guilty attention. [95] 221 EXT. PORCH Cho-Jen smiles with satisfaction, checks with Bordelles, who smiles approvingly. Holman watches as Shirley enters the house. DISSOLVE TO: 222 OUT 223 EXT. MOTOR SAMPAN APPROACHING SAN PABLO - AFTERNOON Bordelles, Jameson, Shirley, Holman, Cho-Jen, Frenchy, Farren. Shirley smiles pleasantly at Holman whenever he looks at her. Nothing provocative, just a nice smile. He nods, smiles back. 224 BRIDGE OF SAN PABLO - AFTERNOON Collins views the approach of the missionaries with satisfaction, turns to Franks. COLLINS Make preparations for getting underway as soon as the passengers are aboard. 225 EXT. QUARTERDECK - AFTERNOON Missionaries and Bordelles and company are coming aboard. Holman is taking off his web belt and Land Force Equipment. The missionaries are welcoming Shirley. 226 EXT. BRIDGE - AFTERNOON COLLINS Mr. Bordelles, steam is up. Get under way as soon as the motor pan is secured. The distant hum of an approaching mob is heard. Collins turns to look toward the shore. 227 EXT. BUND AND GATES - P.O.V. SHOT - AFTERNOON In the distance, a small mob can be seen rushing out the gate and making for the ship. A small figure is running ahead of them. 228 EXT. BRIDGE - AFTERNOON COLLINS Repel boarders! On the double! Cont. [96] 228 Cont. FRANKS (sings it out) Repel boarders! Collins looks at the bund again. 229 EXT. THE BUND - AFTERNOON All is confusion -- the mob and warlord troops wildly chasing the small figure. 230 EXT. THE SHIP - AFTERNOON Men run to their posts. The gangplank is being hauled in, guns manned. Holman is at his post with the hose. 231 EXT. BRIDGE - AFTERNOON COLLINS Over their heads if they touch the pontoon. Shoot to kill if they cross it. (yelling) Wait the word. Wait the word! Bordelles has his binoculars up. 232 EXT. BUND - P.O.V. SHOT - AFTERNOON We can see that the mob is chasing Po-Han, and they are closing in. He tries to change course, dodge, but they have him. 233 EXT. BRIDGE - AFTERNOON BORDELLES It's the bilge coolie, Captain. They're chasing him. COLLINS Hold fire! FRANKS Hold fire! Collins looks across at Shing. COLLINS What was he doing ashore? SHING (imperturable) I send. Cont. [97] 233 Cont. Collins looks at Shing, realizes it was an act of vengeance against Po-Han, and indirectly against Collins himself. 234 EXT. THE BUND - AFTERNOON Po-Han is stumbling. They are closing in. 235 EXT. SAN PABLO BOAT DECK - AFTERNOON Shirley, Jameson and Cho-Jen are watching this. Shirley, frightened, looks at Cho-Jen. SHIRLEY Cho-Jen? Cho-Jen is angry, resentful of the mob. CHO-JEN They are not ours. He leans over the deck railing, yells futilely in Chinese at the unhearing mob. 236 EXT. MAIN DECK - AFTERNOON Holman and the others are at their posts, trying to see what's happening. Frenchy calls to Franks on the bridge. FRENCHY What is it? FRANKS Po-Han. Holman spins to look at Franks, then turns back toward the bund. 237 EXT. BUND - AFTERNOON A stick is thrown. It tangles in Po-Han's legs. He stumbles, falls. Before he can get up, the mob is on him. They knock him around, start dragging him down the Bund towards the ship, as an example to the other coolies on board. 238 EXT. MAIN DECK - AFTERNOON Holman sees this, starts to boil, looks toward the bridge. 239 EXT. BRIDGE - AFTERNOON Collins hands Shing the hailing trumpet. Cont. [98] 239 Cont. COLLINS Offer ransom. Speak. I pay money. 0ne hundred dollar. Shing indicates with gestures and expression that it's no use. Collins forces the trumpet on him. COLLINS Speak! Shing raises the trumpet, yells through it in Chinese. 240 EXT. BUND - AFTERNOON Holman watches Shing yelling, then looks toward the Bund. 241 EXT. BUND - AFTERNOON Soldiers with poles have centered around Po-Han and are doing something to him. One of them turns, yells back at Shing in Chinese. 242 EXT. BRIDGE - AFTERNOON Shing listens, turns to Collins. SHING They dare ship to shoot. COLLINS Yeah. They'd like another incident. They'd like a war. Tell them two hundred dollars. 243 EXT. BUND - AFTERNOON Soldier have lashed their poles into a tripod and are hoisting Po-Han with a rope, his hands bound behind him, so that the pressure of lifting him will break his shoulders. 244 EXT. MAIN DECK - AFTERNOON Holman, in agony, shouts at the bridge. HOLMAN Four hundred! 245 EXT. BRIDGE - AFTERNOON Collins registers this, looks back toward the Bund. [99] 246 EXT. BUND - AFTERNOON Po-Han screams as he is raised to top of tripod. Mob and warlord soldiers are massed around Po-Han, yelling and waving knives. Warlord officer reaches up and rips Po-Han's shirt, exposing his chest. The officer begins the "Death of a Thousand Cuts" by making successive slashes across Po-han's chest. Po-Han screams in agony. 247 EXT. MAIN DECK - AFTERNOON Holman grimly watches Po-Han's torture. 248 EXT. BRIDGE - AFTERNOON Crosley has had enough and he aims Lewis gun at the mob. CROSLEY (screaming) You dirty bastards! COLLINS Stand clear of that gun! CROSLEY Cap'n, they're killing that coolie! COLLINS Stand clear! Crosley slams the gun barrel down and backs away. COLLINS Bronson, take over! 249 EXT. MAIN DECK - AFTERNOON Holman has been watching the scene on the bridge and steps back from his post. FRANKS Hold station, Holman. A-250 EXT. BRIDGE - AFTERNOON Collins watches the torture intently. COLLINS Five hundred! Shing shouts through trumpet in Chinese. B-250 EXT. MAIN DECK - AFTERNOON Holman drops steam hose and rushes to the bridge. As Holman reaches the half-bridge he is met by Bordelles who blocks his path. C-250 EXT. BRIDGE - AFTERNOON COLLINS Offer one thousand dollars! Shing shouts again in Chinese. Collins sees Holman standing below him. COLLINS Holman get back to your station! D-250 EXT. BRIDGE - AFTERNOON HOLMAN Do something! E-250 EXT. BRIDGE - AFTERNOON COLLINS Get below or I'll have you shot for a mutineer! F-250 EXT. BRIDGE - AFTERNOON HOLMAN Well, shoot something! Cont. [100] 251 EXT. BUND - AFTERNOON Po-Han is obviously in great agony. He is crying out something toward the ship. 252 EXT. BOAT DECK - AFTERNOON Shirley has to turn her face. 253 EXT. BRIDGE - AFTERNOON Po-Han can be heard faintly wailing some words. SHING Po-Han, talkee somebody shoot him. Holman in a sudden rush grabs the rifle away from Restorff and takes aim. COLLINS Holman! But Collins is rooted to the deck. 254 EXT. BUND - AFTERNOON A CLOSEUP of Po-Han, his head rolling in pain. His eyes beg for release. 255 EXT. BRIDGE - AFTERNOON Holman, trying to get the aim. Just as Collins starts toward him, Holman fires. 256 EXT. BUND - AFTERNOON Po-Han's head jerks, then sinks forward, lifeless. 257 EXT. BRIDGE - AFTERNOON No one speaks. 258 EXT. BOAT DECK - AFTERNOON Shirley looks at Holman in shock and pity. 259 EXT. BRIDGE - AFTERNOON Holman stands there, lifeless, holding the rifle. He suddenly becomes aware of the gun in his hands, throws it into the river. Then, unaware of anything or anybody, Cont. [101] 259 Cont. he turns and moves slowly, trance-like, down the ladder. The sound of yelling from the Bund increases. The crowd is moving toward the ship. Collins' voice can be heard from the bridge. COLLINS Cast off all lines. 260 EXT. QUARTERDECK - AFTERNOON Holman moves dazedly to the engine room hatch and passes through. 261 INT. UPPER GRATINGS - AFTERNOON Holman looks down into the engine room. The coolies there don't know what has happened. He plunges down the ladder. 262 INT. FIREROOM - AFTERNOON HOLMAN Get out! Get out! He rushes pass the engine and into the fireroom. 263 INT. FIREROOM - AFTERNOON Two coolies are shoveling coal from the piles on the floor into the red hot fireboxes. They look up startled as Holman comes in. HOLMAN Get out! They stand there for a moment. Holman grabs a shovel from the nearest coolie. The other lets his shovel clatter to the floor. They both scurry out in fright. Holman frantically shovels coal into the firebox, slams it shut. Then he shovels coal into the other one, slams it shut. Frenchy appears in the doorway. FRENCHY Jake -- HOLMAN (viciously) Get out! He is panting, exhausted. Frenchy hesitates, then leaves. Holman opens the first firebox, hurls coal into it. He leans over for the next shovelful, scoops it up, but doesn't hurl it. He stands bent over, panting, closes his eyes, then squeezes them shut. His face is contorted in pain. He lets the coal slip from the shovel, remains doubled over, gasping. DISSOLVE TO: [102] 263 EXT. SAN PABLO AT ANCHOR IN RIVER - NIGHT DISSOLVE TO: 264 EXT. BOAT DECK JUST ABOVE - IN VICINITY OF FANTAIL - NIGHT Holman, dirty, gaunt, his face stubbled, is leaning on the rail in the shadows. It is very late. He is looking out over the water. Pent up, still in a kind of shock, but beginning to feel and think about what happened. Haythorn, the duty messenger in whites, comes along the deck toward Holman, stops a healthy distance away. Nobody has spoken to him since the killing. HAYTHORN The Captain says he'd like to talk to you -- but it's not an order. Only if you want to. Holman doesn't even look at Haythorn. 265 EXT. BRIDGE - SAN PABLO - NIGHT Collins, looking down the deck, sees the white uniform of his messenger on the fantail. 266 EXT. P.O.V SHOT OF MESSENGER - NIGHT Haythorn turns and comes back toward the bridge alone. 267 EXT. BRIDGE - NIGHT Collins frowns with regret, turns away. 268 EXT. FANTAIL - NIGHT Shirley comes to the boat deck rail above and behind Holman. She looks down at him. He is aware of someone's being there. She starts to come down the ladder. Holman turns his head sharply, almost in warning. Then he sees who it is, hesitates, turns to look out over the water again. His loneliness 1s unbearable, but he doesn't know how to accept compassion. Shirley comes to the rail beside him, not to intrude, just to be there. Finally he looks at her. She nods gently. He looks away. Her voice is very quiet. SHIRLEY Who was he? The man on the dock? HOLMAN (after a moment his voice thick) A bilge coolie -- I trained. Cont. [103] 268 Cont. SHIRLEY (gently, with appreciation) So you became a teacher, too? HOLMAN Yeah. SHIRLEY That's good. She sees his anguish, instinctively reaches out and touches his arm. It is a new experience for him -- pity and tenderness from a woman. He looks at her hand with a mixture of longing and fear. She removes it. SHIRLEY (murmurs) I'm sorry. She tries to smile reassuringly. Holman looks away, then turns and shuffles down the deck. She watches him go, disappearing in the dark. At the corner of the super- structure, in the shadows, he stops and looks back at her. He has been reached. He moves out of sight. DISSOLVE TO: 269 INT. CAPTAIN'S CABIN - DAY Holman is standing in front of Collins. COLLINS If you had killed one of the other Chinese, there would have been a massacre. We would have had to open fire, and it might have been the war the Bolsheviks want. You realize that, don't you? (Holman does not reply) As it is, in killing the coolie -- though I can understand your feelings, I can't condone what you did. However, I choose to ignore it officially... (then, not sharply) On condition that you request a transfer. HOLMAN (pause, just curious) On accounta Po-Han? Cont. [104] 269 Cont. COLLINS You're opposed to the whole spirit aboard the San Pablo. You've disrupted the morale of the crew. You've been directly or indirectly involved in the only two deaths this ship has ever had. And the men consider you a Jonah. (pause) If you won't request a transfer to keep your record clean, I'll have to request it. HOLMAN All right, sir. (pause) You want me to keep running the engine? COLLINS Yes. It'll be some time before a replacement can get here. You aren't tempermentally suited for duty on a ship of this sort, Holman. But, back in the fleet, where personality isn't so involved -- BORDELLES (o.s.) Captain. Collins leaves his cabin and steps out on the bridge. 270 EXT. BRIDGE - DAY They are entering the harbor at Changsha. 271 EXT. HARBOR - CHANGSHA The ship is being met and surrounded by sampans and wupans carry banners that read -- "GO HOME", "BEGONE FOREIGN DEVILS', "GUNBOATS GOODBYE." Angry students are yelling and gesticulating. 272 EXT. BRIDGE - SAN PUEBLO Collins calls to Franks. COLLINS Hit those boats with the hose if they get too close. Holman has come out of the Captain's ashes. He moves down the ladder. [105] 273 EXT. MAIN DECK - DAY Holman is walking back along the deck, unmindful of the activity. He catches sight of Shirley and Cho-Jen up on the boat deck, hesitates, looks at her. She sees him and smiles. He wants to say something, to thank her for last night. HOLMAN You ever find what happened to them engine directions? SHIRLEY Mr. Jameson says he has them. Holman nods, tries to think of something else. The com- motion in the water increases. He turns toward 1t. 274 EXT. WUPAN - JUST OFF SAN PABLO - DAY STUDENT (yelling) The Boatman's Union has declared a strike on your ship. 275 EXT. BRIDGE - SAN PABLO Collins and Bordelles exchange a battled glance. COLLINS When the missionaries go ashore, send an armed escort. BORDELLES With what orders, sirs? Collins looks at him. COLLINS The same orders the ship has. Shoot only to defend American lives -- and then only if everything else fails. 276 EXT. WUPAN - DAY STUDENT (yelling) We demand that you permit us to take off the citizens of the Republic of China who you are holding against their will. [106] 277 EXT. BRIDGE - DAY Collins looks down at his fearful coolies. This is a matter of face. They are looking to him for protection. 278 EXT. MAIN DECK - DAY A shot of the coolies. 279 EXT. BRIDGE - DAY COLLINS (yelling) You can go to hell. Hit them with the hose. Water shoots out in the direction of the approaching wupans and sampans. 279 EXT. BOAT DECK - DAY Shirley and Cho-Jen watch as the hose spurts toward the small boats. Cho-Jen frowns angrily at this high- handedness by the foreign military. 280 EXT. WUPANS - DAY The wupans veer away, but the students continue to shout through the spray of water. DISSOLVE TO: 281 EXT. NARROW CHINESE STREET - DAY Bordelles is leading eight soldiers, among them Holman, Frenchy, Bronson and Stawski, rigged out for Landing Force with rifles, leggings, web belts. Between them, in a center file, are Shirley, Jameson and the other missionaries. The group is marching along briskly, sweep- ing people aside as they breast their way through strag- glers and pedestrians. The missionaries are clearly embarrassed by the situation. The detail wheels into the entrance of the Mission Hostel and School. 282 EXT. COURTYARD - DAY The detachment swings into the courtyard. Other mis- sionaries, some Chinese, and children are watching. MAJOR LIN and a detachment of Chinese soldiers are mid- way through hauling down the American flag. For a moment all is frozen as Lin looks at Bordelles, who is shocked at what is happening. The flag is held at half-mast. Cont. [107] 282 Cont. BORDELLES Detail -- halt! The men halt, staring at the half-lowered flag. Jameson, Shirley, and the others move away toward their waiting friends. INGRAM, one of the missionaries in the welcoming group, comes forward. His tone 1s conciliatory. INGRAM Mr. Bordelles, this is Major Lin, of the National Chinese Army. LIN What is your mission here, Mr. Bordelles? BORDELLES (menacing) I ask you that. This is compound is American property. LIN It is Chinese soil. I have authority under Chinese law to commandeer a part of this place for battalion headquarters. (he signals for the flag lowering to continue) You have no right to be here under arms. I will have you and your men escorted back to your ship. At the gate, the curious Chinese are crowding in to witness the showdown. BORDELLES Let me warn you, Mr. Lin. If your superior officers are not prepared to go to war against America, they will undoubtedly disavow your actions, and make amends. (draws thumb across throat) It has happened before. LIN All too often before. But we have had enough of that now. I will quote your own history to you, Mr. Bordelles. If you mean to have a war, let it begin here. Cont. [108] 282 Cont.1 INGRAM Gentlemen, please. Mr. Bordelles, we are perfectly safe here with Major Lin. The Chinese gearwheel flag goes up. Lin speaks a command in Chinese. His soldiers form up. LIN You may have your men sling arms, or you may have them lay down their arms. You may go under escort, or you may go under full arrest. That is all the choice I will give you -- and you must make it now. Bordelles is frozen. He knows his orders -- the orders of the ship. Lin speaks an order in Chinese. A noncom repeats it. The Chinese soldiers fix bayonets. Bordelles hesitates. BORDELLES (grimly) Sling arms. His men are stunned, but they slowly obey. Holman is not too concerned. Major Lin gives an order in Chinese and ten soldiers quickly take up positions surrounding the sailors. Lin looks to Bordelles for the next move. Bordelles is almost physically ill. BORDELLES (with effort) Attention. About face. Forward March. They start out the gate with the Chinese escort. The sailors register dismay and sickness, except for Holman. His eyes seek out Shirley. She nods sympathetically. Bordelles' jaw is grinding, he is white with rage. The missionaries watch with some satisfaction. 283 EXT. STREETS - DAY The American sailors, guns slung, are being escorted back to the ship by Major Lin's troops. As they move through the narrow streets, Chinese lean over the balconies and taunt them, laughing and throwing things. The Chinese sergeant repeatedly shouts at the people to stop it -- and some do, startled at his attitude. The sergeant swats one man who is about to fling some- thing. Bordelles leads the detail, straight as a mast, his uniform turing slimy from things pitched at him. [109] 284 EXT. BUND - DAY 0n the Bund a crowd remains -- not as large as before, mostly youngsters. The old people watch, shocked and bewildered at this new order of things. The Chinese escort halts smartly. Bordelles and his men proceed into the waiting sampans without a word. 285 EXT. THE SHIP - DAY Collins sees the sampan returning, the condition of his men. The other sailors on board see it too. Everyone is stunned. 286 EXT. SAMPANS - DAY The boats come alongside. Bordelles hits the ladder first, comes aboard ready to burst. 287 EXT. THE SHIP - DAY Bordelles salutes the colors and the OOD, and goes quickly up the ladder to the bridge. 288 EXT. THE BRIDGE - DAY Collins is standing there, looking at the men. Bordelles salutes him, then crosses the bridge, goes into his own cabin, stripping off his tunic. Collins understands. He knows what is going on inside Bordelles' cabin. He waits. 289 INT. CREW'S QUARTERS - DAY The men on the detail come in ripping off their jumpers and trousers, throwing them at the coolies. BRONSON Don't wash 'em. Burn 'em. Nobody can wash 'em clean enough for me to wear again. CROSLEY What the hell happened? SKI Shut up. He leans against his locker, fighting mad. Holman calmly observes the fury, peels off his jumper, hands it to a coolie. HOLMAN Wash it. Bronson reacts angrily to this defiance. He watches as Holman picks up a towel, moves toward the head. [110] 290 EXT. BRIDGE - DAY Collins is waiting for Bordelles to come out and report. Franks comes onto the bridge. FRANKS Will there still be liberty, sir? COLLINS I have no instructions to the contrary. He continues to watch Bordelles' door. FRANKS They'll tear the town apart. COLLINS Restrict them to -- that place they usually go. Franks raises his whistle and pipes the call. DISSOLVE TO: 291 INT. RED CANDLE HAPPINESS GARDEN - NIGHT The usual dim and dank atmosphere. Single light bulb, sailors, girls, bar boys, Mamma Chunk, Victor Shu. Frenchy enters, looking for Holman. He sees Maily at a table with some American businessmen, all of them pretty high. She seems somehow different, he can't get her attention. Holman is seated along in a corner. Frenchy crosses to him. HOLMAN (impatient) What took you? FRENCHY Nobody'd rent me a room for Maily. HOLMAN You didn't get one? FRENCHY Finally. Cost me an arm and a leg. (looks around) What's going on? The sailors present, all partly sloshed, seem to have a big interest in Frenchy. They sniff something. Holman gestures toward the table where Maily is seated with the businessmen. Cont. [111] 291 Cont. She's been with them all night. I think they got her drinking. FRENCHY Didya tell her? HOLMAN No. (looks around) Give me the dough. I'll have Shu get her away. Frenchy slips Holman the money. Holman leaves him, makes his way to the bar. There he casually gets a drink, watching the activity all the time. He wanders to the edge af the bar where Victor Shu is sitting. HOLMAN I got the two hundred for Maily. But let's do it quiet. Pry her loose from those guys in a few minutes and bring her outside. (Shu looks at him) I got the two hundred. Shu leaves the bar, goes to Maily's table. Holman and Frenchy watch this, exchange glances. Shu stands by the table for a moment. Suddenly VAN, one of the civilians speaks. VAN I'll pay two hundred and ten. The whole place goes electric. Holman and Frenchy know they've been double-crossed. Both move quickly to the civilians' table, as do the other sailors. SHU How about it, sailor? FRENCHY (menacing) Look, we made a deal. Van stands up. VAN But I said two-ten. Stawski, who has the patrol, shoves his way through with his club. Cont. [112] 291 Cont.l SKI All right, all right. Break it up. Break it up, you guys. VAN You got no authority over me, sailor. Frenchy stares desperately at Maily over the nose. Holman nudges him. HOLMAN Match it. FRENCHY (to Shu) I'll pay two-ten. VAN Two-twenty. QUINN, a cigar-puffing civilian, gets to his feet. QUINN Auction -- auction! How about it, Mr. Shu? SHU (pleased) Why not? FRENCHY (grabbing Shu) Look, you don't own her -- Ski prods Frenchy with his club. SKI Keep your hands off. The other sailors have gathered around in the dim light, drunk, excited by the auction. Shovins a table into place, Quinn jumps on top of it. Several hands hoist Maily onto the