All language subtitles for South Pacific (1958).en

Where's that Marine lieutenant?

Lieutenant Cable!

Yes?

The captain wants to know if you'd like
to sit up in the cockpit with him.

-Sure, thanks.

Well, pull up a chair, Marine.

-Buzz Adams.
-Glad to know you. Joe Cable.

Nice to meet you, Joe.

What are those islands over there?

-Japanese.
-All of them?

Just a minute.

-Yep, they're unfriendly.
-Well, take it up. What's the idea?

It's all right. I just wanted
to show the lieutenant.

Thanks. I'll take your word for it.

You gotta do something to
break the monotony, lieutenant.

-If this war ever really gets started--
-It'll get started.

Well, sure. Sure, it'll get started.

Yeah.

You ever hear of a French civilian
down where we're going. . .

. . .named Emile de Becque?

Yeah.

Well, what do you know about him?

Nobody knows much about him.
He's rich. . .

. . .got a big plantation on a hill.
Hunts, fishes. . . .

What's he doing out here?

Story goes that he had to beat it
out of France some 15, 16 years ago.

Nobody seem to know much why.

How about taking me
on your mission with you?

Who says I'm on any mission?

My mistake?

Your mistake.

Sorry.

Well, here we are.

There. You see over there? That--

Yeah, that's the fleet hospital,
where they keep the nurses.

That's where the Seabees play.

♪ Bloody Mary is the girl I love. ♪

♪ Bloody Mary is the girl I love. ♪

♪ Bloody Mary is the girl I love. ♪

♪ Now ain't that too damn bad! ♪

♪ Her skin is tender as a baseball glove. ♪

♪ Her skin is tender
as a baseball glove. ♪

♪ Her skin is tender as a baseball glove. ♪

♪ Now ain't that too damn bad! ♪

♪ Bloody Mary's chewing betel nuts, ♪

♪ She is always chewing betel nuts, ♪

♪ Bloody Mary's chewing betel nuts, ♪

♪ And she don't use Pepsodent! ♪

♪ Now ain't that ♪
Hey, Stewpot, Professor!

♪ Too damn bad!? ♪

Here you are, Mary.

Put them down, Professor.

These beautiful grass skirts. . .

. . .were made by myself,
the professor and Stewpot. . .

. . .and three Seabees
in haIf the time. . .

. . .it takes your native workers
to make them.

See? No stretch.

Look them over, sweaty pie,
and give me your price.

-All hand-tied.
-All right, now, what do you say?

-What am I offered?
-Gee, pretty nice work.

Did you hear that?
You can sell these. . .

. . .to the chumps
for 5 or 6 dollars apiece.

Now let's make a quick deal.

I'll let you have the whole batch for,
say, 80 bucks.

-Give you $ 1 0.
-What?

Now, see here, dragon lady. You--

Hey, what's that you got there?
A boar's-tooth bracelet?

Where'd you get that?
Over there on Bali Ha'i?

You like?

Hey, come here. Come here.

You don't run into these things
every day.

-They're scarce as hen's teeth.
-They're bigger too.

That darn Bali Ha'i.

Why does it have to be off-limits?

You can get everything over there:
shrunken heads, bracelets.

Only officers can sign out boats.

I'll get a boat, all right.

I'll latch on to some officer
who's got some imagination. . .

. . .who would like to see
that boar's-tooth ceremonial. . .

. . .as much as I would.

It's a pip of a ceremonial.

Dancing. . .

. . .drinking. . .

. . .everything.

Why, you big phony. We all know
why you wanna go to Bali Ha'i.

Yeah? Why?

The French planters
put their women there. . .

. . .when they heard the GIs
were coming. That's why.

-Just as if they didn't trust us.
-The trouble with you is. . .

. . .ain't boar's teeth, it's women.

It is boar's teeth. . .

. . .and women.

♪ We got sunlight on the sand,
We got moonlight on the sea, ♪

♪ We got mangoes and bananas
We can pick right off a tree, ♪

♪ We got volley ball and ping pong
And a lot of dandy games. ♪

♪ What ain't we got? ♪
♪ We ain't got dames. ♪

♪ We get packages from home, ♪
♪ We get movies, we get shows, ♪

- ♪ We get speeches from our skipper♪
- ♪ And advice from Tokyo Rose, ♪

♪ We get letters doused wid poifume,
We get dizzy from the smell! ♪

♪ What don't we get? ♪
♪ You know damn well! ♪

♪ We got nothin' to put on
a clean white suit for ♪

♪ What we need is what there
ain't no substitute for. ♪

♪ There is nothin' like a dame, ♪

♪ Nothin' in the world, ♪

♪ There is nothin' you can name ♪

♪ That is anythin' like a dame. ♪

♪ We feel restless,
We feel blue, ♪

♪ We feel lonely and, in brief ♪

♪ We feel every kind of feeling ♪
♪ but the feeling of relief ♪

♪ We feel hungry as the wolf felt
when he met Red Riding Hood ♪

♪ What don't we feel? ♪
♪ We don't feel good! ♪

♪ Lots of things in life are beautiful,
But brother, ♪

♪ There is one particular thing that is nothing
whatsoever in any way, shape or form ♪

♪ like any other. ♪

♪ There is nothin' like a dame, ♪

♪ Nothin' in the world, ♪

♪ There is nothin' you can name ♪

♪ That is anythin' like a dame. ♪

♪ Nothin' else is built the same! ♪

♪ Nothin' in the world ♪

♪ Has a soft and wavy frame ♪

♪ like the silhouette of a dame. ♪

♪ There is absolutely nothin' ♪

♪ like the frame ♪

♪ of a dame. ♪

Hup, two, three, four.
Pick them up, set them down.

Hup, two, three, four.
Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

Hello.

-Luther.
-"Luther."

Yes, Miss Forbush?

Have you done what you promised?

Yes, Miss Forbush.

I did it all last night.

You don't have to open it now.

You do beautiful work, Luther.

Gosh, I guess I'm just about the luckiest
nurse on this island to have found you.

You're a treasure.

Hup, two, three. . . .

She's a nice little girl.

But some of them nurses,
the officers can have them.

-They got them.
-Well, they can have them.

♪ So suppose a dame ain't bright,
Or completely free from flaws ♪

♪ Or as faithful as a bird dog
or as kind as Santa Claus? ♪

♪ It's a waste of time to worry over
things that they have not. ♪

♪ Be thankful for ♪

♪ the things they've got! ♪

Hup, two, three, four.
Hup, two, three, four.

Hup, two, three, four.

♪ There is nothin' you can name ♪

♪ That is anythin' like a dame ♪

♪ There are no books like a dame ♪

♪ And nothin' looks like a dame. ♪

♪ There are no drinks like a dame, ♪

♪ And nothin' thinks like a dame, ♪

♪ Nothin' acts like a dame. ♪

♪ Or attracts like a dame. ♪

♪ There ain't a thing
that's wrong with ♪

♪ That can't be cured
by puttin' him near ♪

♪ A girly, womanly, female, ♪

♪ feminine dame! ♪

♪ There is nothin' you can name ♪

♪ that is anythin' ♪

Hello.

You make trouble for me?

Are you crummy major?

No, I'm even crummier than that.

I'm a lieutenant.

"Lieutelan"?

Lieutelan.

Hiya, Lieutelan.

-New on the rock?
-Just flew in on that PBY.

-Where from?
-Little island south of Marie-Louise.

Hey, Lieutelan.

You sexy man.

Thanks.

You're looking pretty. . .

. . .pip yourself.

Sexy.

-Who's she?
-Nobody. She's Tonganese.

You got sweetheart?

Take home Chicago
to sexy sweetheart.

Oh, no, she's a Philadelphia girl.

-I doubt that she'd quite appreciate--
-What's that, "Philadelia girl"?

What's that mean? No sexy?

You like, I give you. Free.

Free? You never give me anything free.

You no sexy like Lieutelan.

-Take.
-No, thanks.

Where did you get that anyway?

Bali Ha'i.

♪ Bali Ha'i ♪

♪ Bali Ha'i ♪

♪ Bali Ha'i ♪

-There's your officer.
-Leave it to me.

Intriguing little island,
ain't it, lieutenant?

Officers can get launches
and go over there.

Bali Ha'i.

What's that mean?

"Bali Ha'i" mean:

"I am your special island."

Mean:

"Here I am."

Bali Ha'i your special island, Lieutelan.
I know.

You listen, you hear island call to you.

Listen.

You no hear something?

You hear voice.

♪ Mos' people live ♪

♪ on a lonely island ♪

♪ Lost in the middle ♪

♪ of a foggy sea ♪

♪ Mos' people long ♪

♪ for an other island ♪

♪ One where dey know ♪

♪ dey would like to be ♪

♪ Bali Ha'i may call you ♪

♪ Any night, any day ♪

♪ In your heart
You'll hear it call you ♪

♪ "Come away, come away." ♪

♪ Bali Ha'i will whisper ♪

♪ On the wind of the sea; ♪

♪ "Here am I,
Your special island!" ♪

♪ "Come to me, come to me!" ♪

♪ Your own special hopes, ♪

♪ Your own special dreams ♪

♪ Bloom on the hillside ♪

♪ And shine
in the streams. ♪

♪ If you try, ♪

♪ You'll find me ♪

♪ Where the sky meets the sea, ♪

♪ "Here am I,
Your special island!" ♪

♪ "Come to me.
Come to me!" ♪

♪ Bali Ha'i ♪

♪ Some day you'll see me, ♪

♪ Floatin' in the sunshine, ♪

♪ My head stickin' out ♪

♪ F'um a low flyin' cloud. ♪

♪ You'll hear me call you, ♪

♪ Singin' through
the sunshine, ♪

♪ Sweet and clear ♪

♪ as can be, ♪

♪ "Come to me, ♪

♪ Here am I, ♪

♪ Come to me!" ♪

♪ If you try you'll find me ♪

♪ Where the sky meets the sea ♪

♪ Hear am I,
Your special island ♪

♪ Come to me ♪

♪ Bali Ha'i ♪

♪ Bali Ha'i ♪

Of course, lieutenant,
right now that island is off-limits.

Of course, you being an officer,
you could get a launch.

I'd even be willing. . .

. . .to requisition a boat for you.

But another thing goes on over there:

The ceremonial of the boar's tooth.

After they kill the boar, they. . .

. . .pass around some of that. . .

. . .coconut liquor.

And women. . .

. . .dance with just skirts on.

And everybody gets to know
everybody pretty well.

And I thought, you being up in a
shooting war for such a long time. . .

. . .without getting any recreation. . .

. . .thought you might be interested.

lron Belly.

Here she is, sir.

You are causing an economic
revolution on this island.

These French planters can't find
a native to pick a coconut. . .

. . .or milk a cow. . .

. . .because you're paying them
10 times as much. . .

. . .to make these
ridiculous grass skirts.

French planter stingy stinker.

Like you, crummy captain.

I want you to pick up every scrap
of this paraphernalia now.

And for the last time. . .

. . .carry it way down there
beyond that pier.

Off Navy property!

All right, you men.

Take this stuff down there
past that pier.

Snap to it.

-Who is he?
-Don't know, sir.

Let's go, let's go. Come on, come on.

Way down there. . .

. . .off Navy property.

You go too.

All right, Lieutelan.

Thank you.

Lieutenant? Who are you anyway?

Lieutenant Joseph Cable, sir.
I just flew in on that PBY.

-A joyride?
-No, sir. Orders.

-A Marine under orders to me?
-Yes, sir.

This is Commander Harbison,
my executive officer.

-Commander.
-Lieutenant Cable.

Well, what's it all about?

Well, sir. . .

. . .my colonel feels. . .

. . .that all these islands
are in danger. . .

. . .because none of us has been
getting any firsthand intelligence.

We don't know what
the Japanese are up to.

He couldn't be more right.

He feels that what
we need is a coast watch.

-A coast watch?
-Yes, sir.

One of our men with a radio hiding out
on one of the enemy-held islands. . .

. . .where he could watch
for enemy ships. . .

. . .when they come through
the bottleneck. Down this way.

What do you think, Bill?

Well, sir, our pilots could do
a lot of damage to enemy convoys. . .

. . .with information like that.

How would you get a man
on one of those islands?

Have to sneak him
ashore somehow, sir.

How long do you think
he could hold out there. . .

. . .before the Japanese spotted him?

It could be done, sir.

Yeah. But who's going to do it?

Well, sir, I've been elected.

You got yourself
quite an assignment, son.

I think l'd be okay. . .

. . .if I could take a man with me
who really knew the country.

Headquarters has found out
that there's a French civilian here.

Used to have a plantation
on Marie-Louise Island.

Did a lot of hunting and fishing there.

Marie-Louise. . .

. . .that's a good spot.
Right on the bottleneck.

-What's this Frenchman's name?
-Emile de Becque.

-He lives right up there.
-Yes, sir.

-Do you know him?
-Well, I've met him.

But I don't know very
much about him yet.

-Is all this yours?
-Yes.

Is it true that all
the planters on these islands. . .

. . .are they really running away
from something?

Well, who is not running away
from something?

There are fugitives everywhere.

New York, in Paris. . .

. . .even in Small Rock.

Yeah, where you come from.

-Little Rock.
-Oh, "Little."

-Yes. "Small Rock."
-Little Rock.

You know any fugitives there?

I'll show you a picture
of a Little Rock fugitive.

I got this clipping
from my mother today.

"Ensign Nellie Forbush. . .

. . .Arkansas' own
Florence Nightingale."

That was written by Mrs. Leeming,
the social editor.

-She went to school with my mother.
-Pretty girl, huh?

That picture was taken
before I knew. . .

. . .what rain and heat and mud
can do to your disposition.

But it isn't raining today.

Gosh, it's beautiful here.

Just look at that yellow sun.

And away off in the distance,
those lovely, little white clouds.

Those lovely, little white clouds. . .

. . .could easily be gunfire.

Oh, how awful.

On such a day. . .

. . .boys getting killed,
people getting. . . .

Emile, I don't think
it's the end of the world. . .

-. . .like everyone else thinks. Do you?
-Perhaps the end of some worlds.

Not this one. It can't be.

I can't work myseIf up
to getting that low.

You think I'm crazy too?

Well, they all do
over at the fleet hospital.

You know what they call me?

"Knucklehead" Nellie.

I suppose I am, but I can't help it.

♪ When the sky is
a bright canary yellow ♪

♪ I forget every cloud
I've ever seen ♪

♪ So they call me
a cockeyed optimist, ♪

♪ Immature
and incurably green! ♪

♪ I have heard people
rant and rave and bellow ♪

♪ That we're done
and we might as well be dead ♪

♪ But I'm only
a cockeyed optimist ♪

♪ And I can't get it
into my head, ♪

♪ I hear the human race
is falling on its face ♪

♪ And hasn't very far to go, ♪

♪ But every whippoorwill
Is selling me a bill ♪

♪ And telling me
it just ain't so. ♪

♪ I could say life is just
a bowl of jello, ♪

♪ And appear more intelligent
and smart ♪

♪ But I'm stuck like a dope
with a thing called hope, ♪

♪ And I can't get it
out of my heart ♪

♪ Not ♪

♪ this ♪

♪ heart. ♪

Do you wanna know anything else
about me?

Yes. Would you like to see the view?

You say you are a fugitive.

When you joined the Navy,
what were you running away from?

Gosh, I don't know.

It was more like running to something.

I wanted to see what the world was like.
Outside of Little Rock, I mean.

I wanted to meet
different kinds of people. . .

. . .and find out if I liked them better.

And do you?

Well, I don't really know yet, I guess.
They're different.

-Would you like some cognac?
-l'd love some.

♪ Wonder how I'd feel ♪

♪ Living on a hillside, ♪

♪ Looking on an ocean, ♪

♪ Beautiful and still. ♪

♪ This is what I need, ♪

♪ This is what
I've longed for, ♪

♪ Someone young and smiling ♪

♪ Climbing up my hill! ♪

♪ We are not alike. ♪

♪ Probably I'd bore him. ♪

♪ He's a cultured Frenchman, ♪

♪ I'm a little hick. ♪

♪ Younger men than I, ♪

♪ Officers and doctors, ♪

♪ Probably pursue her, ♪

♪ She could have her pick. ♪

♪ Wonder why I feel ♪

♪ Jittery and jumpy! ♪

♪ I am like a school-girl, ♪

♪ Waiting for a dance. ♪

♪ Can I ask her now? ♪

♪ I am like a school boy! ♪

♪ What will be her answer? ♪

♪ Do I have ♪

♪ a chance? ♪

In peacetime, the boat from America
comes once a month.

The ladies, wives of the planters. . .

. . .often go to Australia
during the hot months.

It can get very hot here.

-Oh, it can get hot in Arkansas too.
-It can?

I have many books here.

Marcel Proust.

Anatole France.

Did you study French in school?

Oh, yes.

Then you can read French?

No.

I can conjugate a few verbs.

I'll bet you read a lot.

Out here, one becomes hungry
to learn everything. . .

. . .not to miss anything,
not to let anything good pass by.

Yes?

One waits so long for what is good. . .

. . .and when at last it comes,
one cannot risk to lose.

So I must speak and act quickly. . .

. . .even if it seems almost foolish
to be so quick.

I know it's only two weeks, a dinner
given at your Officers Club. . .

-. . .wasn't it?
-Yes, it was, Emile.

And that is the way things
happen sometimes, isn't it?

Yes, it is, Emile.

♪ Some enchanted evening ♪

♪ You may see a stranger, ♪

♪ You may see a stranger ♪

♪ Across a crowded room ♪

♪ And somehow you know, ♪

♪ You know even then ♪

♪ That somewhere
you'll see her ♪

♪ again and again. ♪

♪ Some enchanted evening ♪

♪ Someone may be laughing, ♪

♪ You may hear her laughing, ♪

♪ Across a crowded room ♪

♪ And night after night, ♪

♪ As strange as it seems ♪

♪ The sound of her laughter ♪

♪ will sing in your dreams. ♪

♪ Who can explain it? ♪

♪ Who can tell you why? ♪

♪ Fools give you reasons, ♪

♪ Wise men never try. ♪

♪ Some enchanted evening ♪

♪ When you find
your true love, ♪

♪ When you feel her call you ♪

♪ Across a crowded room, ♪

♪ Then fly to her side ♪

♪ And make her your own, ♪

♪ Or all through your life ♪

♪ you may dream ♪

♪ all ♪

♪ alone. ♪

♪ Once you have found her, ♪

♪ Never let her go. ♪

♪ Once you have found her, ♪

♪ Never ♪

♪ let ♪

♪ her ♪

♪ go! ♪

I am older than you.

If we have children. . .

. . .when I die, they will be growing up.

You could afford to take them
back to America. . .

. . .if you like.

Think about it.

Oh, my jeep.

Thanks, Henry.
Tell him I'll be right there.

Goodbye, Emile.
I had such a lovely time--

Before you leave, Nellie,
I want to tell you something.

A while ago you asked me
a question:

Why did I leave France?

-Oh, Emile, that was nothing--
-But I want to tell you.

I had to leave France.
I killed a man.

Why did you kill him?

He was a wicked man.

The town bully.

Everyone in our village
was glad to see him die. . .

. . .and it was not to my discredit.

Do you believe me, Nellie?

You-- You just told me
that you killed a man. . .

. . .and that it's all right.

I hardly know you. . .

. . .and yet I know it's all right.

Thank you, Nellie.

And you like my place?

Yes.

You. . . . You will think?

I will think.

♪ La, da-da, da-da, da ♪

♪ La, la-la, la-la, la ♪

Oh.

♪ Dites-moi ♪

♪ pour quoi ♪

♪ La vie est belle ♪

♪ Dites-moi ♪

♪ pour quoi ♪

♪ La vie est gaie? ♪

♪ Dites-moi ♪

♪ pour quoi ♪

♪ Chere mad'moiseille ♪

♪ Est ce que ♪

♪ Par ce que ♪

♪ vous m'aimez ♪

I'm Lieutenant Cable.

Oh, come in, Cable.

Come over here.

Look at this.

We've got some dope
on your Frenchman.

Had a plantation
on Marie-Louise Island. . .

. . .moved down here to this island
1 6 years ago. . .

. . .married to a Polynesian woman
for about five years.

Two children by her, she died.

Here's one thing we've got to clear up:

Seems he left France in a hurry,
killed a guy.

What do you think of that?

Might be a handy man to have around.

Cable.

Good, send her in. Here she is.

Oh, come in, Miss Forbush.

Captain Brackett,
please excuse the way I look.

-I was just--
-Oh, you look fine.

My I present Commander Harbison.

I have the pleasure of meeting
Miss Forbush twice a week.

We serve together
on the GI Entertainment Committee.

How's the Thanksgiving entertainment
coming?

Very well, thank you, sir. We practice
whenever we get a chance.

May I also present
Lieutenant Joseph Cable.

Miss Forbush.

Sit down, Miss Forbush.

Miss Forbush, you've been seeing
a French planter, Emile de Becque.

Yes, sir.

What do you know about him?

Well. . . .

-What do I know about him?
-That's right.

Well, I. . . .

We met at the Officers Club dance.

He was there. . .

. . .and I met him.

Yes. Now, what kind of a man is he?

Well. . .

. . .he's very nice.

He's kind.

He's attractive.

I just don't know what you want, sir.

Miss Forbush, Captain Brackett wants
to know:

-Did you discuss politics?
-No, sir.

Would you have discussed politics,
commander?

What we're specifically interested
in is. . .

. . .when these fellas
come out from France. . .

. . .it's generally because
they've had some trouble.

Has he ever told you
anything about that?

Well, what do you know
about his family, for instance?

Oh, he has no family.
No wife, nobody.

-He doesn't have any children?
-No, sir.

And you say he's never told you
why he left France?

Yes, sir.

He left France because he killed a man.

-Did he tell you why?
-No, but he will if I ask him.

Well, Miss Forbush, that's exactly
what we'd like to have you do.

Find out as much about him
as you can.

His background, his opinions. . .

. . .and why he killed this man in France.

In other words,
you want me to spy on him?

Well, I'm afraid it is something
like that.

Why? Do you suspect him of anything?

No, it's just that we don't know
very much about him, and he's. . . .

Will you help us, Miss Forbush?

-I'll try.
-Thank you.

You may go now if you wish.

I don't know very much
about him, really.

Do l?

He's kept a few secrets from her,
hasn't he?

Well, you don't spring a couple
of Polynesian kids. . .

. . .on a woman right off the bat.

I'm afraid we aren't gonna get much
out of her.

She's obviously in love with him.

Well, that's hard to believe, sir.
They tell me he's a middle-aged man.

Cable. . .

. . .it is a common mistake
for boys of your age. . .

. . .and athletic ability
to underestimate men. . .

-. . .who have reached their maturity.
-Sir, I didn't mean--

Young women frequently
find a grown man attractive. . .

. . .strange as it may seem to you.

I myseIf am over 50.
I am a bachelor.

And, Cable, I do not by any means. . .

. . .consider myseIf through.

What's the matter, Bill?

Nothing. . .

. . .evidently.

-Okay, Cable. See you at chow.
-Yes, sir.

Anything for Ensign Forbush?

-Oh, your mail, Miss Forbush.
-Oh, thanks, Luther.

And your hot water's
still waiting for you.

Oh, thank you, Luther. You're sweet.

Now, don't change your expression,
just act like we're talking casual.

-I got the boat.
-What boat?

We're shoving off for Bali Ha'i
in 45 minutes.

-What are you talking about?
-The project you and I got.

-To go to Bali Ha'i.
-Oh, yeah. Well, you can forget it.

Lieutenant, what are you doing to me?

I signed this boat out in your name.

Well, then you're just the man
to cancel it.

Forget the whole thing. Okay, mate?

Lieutenant, you and me
are going on a boat trip. . .

. . .whether you like it or not.

Letter from home?

Yes.

Do you get letters from your mother
telling you everything you do is wrong?

No, my mother thinks
everything I do is right.

Of course, I don't tell her
everything I do.

-My mother is so prejudiced.
-Against Frenchmen?

Against anyone living outside
of Little Rock.

She makes a big thing out of two people
having different backgrounds.

-You mean ages?
-Oh, no.

Mother says older men
are better for girls than younger men.

This has been a discouraging day
for me.

Suppose you had a sister
and she was in love with a man like. . . .

-De Becque?
-Yeah.

l'd tell her to lay off.

You don't have to worry
about me anymore.

-Because it's all off.
-With him?

Smart girl, Nellie.

I'm gonna break it off clean
before it's too late.

-You think you can?
-Before I go any further. . .

. . .I just better not get started.

-Don't you think so too, Gracie?
-Yes, I do.

-You do, huh?
-Yes.

Well, I guess I do too.

You don't have to look so dramatic.
Things like this happen every day.

♪ I'm gonna wash that man
right outta my hair, ♪

♪ And send him on his way. ♪
Get the picture?

♪ I'm gonna wave that man
right outta my arms, ♪

♪ I'm gonna wave that man
right outta my arms, ♪

♪ I'm gonna wave that man
right outta my arms, ♪

♪ And send him on his way. ♪

♪ If the man
don't understand you, ♪

♪ If you fly
on separate beams, ♪

♪ Waste no time!
Make a change, ♪

♪ Ride that man
right off your range, ♪

♪ Rub him outta the roll call ♪

♪ And drum him outta
your dreams! ♪

♪ Oh ho! ♪

♪ Oh ho! ♪

♪ I went and washed that man
right outta my hair, ♪

♪ And sent him on his way! ♪

Oh, hello.

Hello.

That song. . .

. . .is it a new American song?

Well. . .

. . .it's an American-type song
we were just kind of. . .

. . .putting in our own words,
you know.

Where is everybody?

I left a note for you at the hospital.

It was to ask you to my home
for dinner next Friday.

Emile, I don't think
I'll be able to come.

-You see, I have these rehearsals--
-I have already invited some friends.

The planter's colony.

Oh, a big party.

Well, then if I can't come,
you won't miss me.

But it is for you.

It is for my friends to meet you. . .

. . .and more important,
for you to meet them.

To give you an idea
what your life would be like here.

I want you to know more about me.

How I live and think.

-More about you?
-Yes.

You know very little about me.

That's right.

Would you sit down?

Do you think about politics much?

And if so, what do you think
about politics?

I. . . . Do you mean--?

Do you mean my political philosophy?

I think that's what I mean.

Well. . .

. . .to begin with, I. . . .

I believe in the free life. . .

. . .and freedom for everyone.

Like in the Declaration
of Independence.

"All men are created equal," isn't it?

Emile, you really believe that?

But of course, Nellie.

Well, thank goodness.

That's why I am here.

Why I killed a man.

Oh, yes, I. . . .

I meant to ask you about that too.

Now, I don't want you to think
I'm prying into your private life. . .

. . .asking a lot of personal questions. . .

. . .but I always think it's interesting. . .

. . .why a person kills another person.

But of course, Nellie.

That has worried you.

When I was a boy,
I carried my hat in my hand.

So when this man
came to our town. . .

. . .though my father said he was good,
I thought he was bad.

I was young.

He attracted all the mean
and cruel people to him.

Soon he was running our town.

He could do anything.
Take anything.

I didn't like that.

I was young.

I stood up in the public square,
I made a speech.

I called upon everyone to stand with me
against this man.

What did they do?

-They walked away.
-Why?

Because they saw him
standing behind me.

I turned. . .

. . .and he said to me:

"I'm going to kill you now."

We fought.

I was never so strong.

I knocked him to the ground. . .

. . .and when he fell,
his head struck a stone and. . . .

I ran to the waterfront
and joined a cargo boat.

I didn't even know where it was going.

I stepped off that boat
into another world.

Where I am now. . .

. . .and where I want to stay.

Nellie, will you marry me?

There are so few days
in our life, Nellie.

The time I have with you now
is precious to me.

Have you been thinking?

I've been thinking.

♪ Born on the opposite
sides of a sea, ♪

♪ We are as different
as people can be. ♪

♪ It's true ♪

♪ And yet you want
to marry me. ♪

♪ I do. ♪

♪ I've known you a few
short weeks ♪

♪ And yet somehow you've made
my heart forget ♪

♪ All other men
I have ever met ♪

♪ but you, ♪

♪ but you. ♪

♪ Who can explain it? ♪

♪ Who can tell you why? ♪

♪ Fools give you reasons, ♪

♪ Wise men never try. ♪

Will you come next Friday?

Well, she sure washed him
out of her hair.

She sure did.

♪ I expect every one
of my crowd. ♪

♪ To make fun of my proud protestations
of faith and romance ♪

♪ And they'll say I'm as naïve
as a babe to believe ♪

♪ Any fable I hear
form a person in pants ♪

♪ Fearlessly I'll face them ♪

♪ and argue their doubts away ♪

♪ Loudly I'll sing
about flowers and spring ♪

♪ Flatly I'll stand on
my little flat feet and say ♪

♪ Love is a grand ♪

♪ and a beautiful thing. ♪

♪ I'm not ashamed to reveal ♪

♪ The world famous feeling ♪

♪ I feel ♪

♪ I'm as corny
as Kansas in August, ♪

♪ I'm as normal
as blueberry pie, ♪

♪ No more a smart little girl
with no heart ♪

♪ I have found me
a wonderful guy! ♪

♪ I am in
a conventional dither ♪

♪ With a conventional star
in my eye, ♪

♪ And you will note
There's a lump in my throat ♪

♪ When I speak
of that wonderful guy! ♪

♪ I'm as trite and as gay
As a daisy in May, ♪

♪ A cliché coming true! ♪

♪ I'm bromidic and bright ♪

♪ As a moon happy night
pouring light on the dew! ♪

♪ I'm as corny
as Kansas in August, ♪

♪ High as a flag
on the fourth of July! ♪

♪ If you'll excuse
an expression I use, ♪

♪ I'm in love, I'm in love,
I'm in love, I'm in love, ♪

♪ I'm in love
with a wonderful guy! ♪

♪ I'm as corny
as Kansas in August, ♪

♪ High as a flag
on the fourth of July! ♪

♪ If you'll excuse
an expression I use, ♪

♪ I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love,
I'm in love, I'm in love, ♪

♪ I'm in love, I'm in love,
I'm in love, ♪

♪ I'm in love, I'm in love,
I'm in love, I'm in love, ♪

♪ I'm in love
with a wonderful guy! ♪

Now, before you give us an answer,
I want to impress you with three things.

First, you are a civilian
and you don't have to go.

Second, this is
a very dangerous mission. . .

. . .and there's no guarantee
that you will survive. . .

. . .or that it will do any good.

Third, that it might do a great good.

It might be the means of turning
the tide of the war in this area.

Yeah, I understand all these things.

Are you ready to give us your answer?

Yes, I am.

My answer must be no.

When a man faces death,
he must weigh values very carefully.

He must weigh the sweetness
of his life. . .

. . .against the thing
he's asked to die for.

The probability of death
is very great. . .

. . .for both of us.

I know that island well,
Lieutenant Cable.

And I am not certain that I believe. . .

. . .that what you ask me to do is. . . .
Is that--

We're asking you to help us
lick the Japanese.

It's as simple as that.
We're against the Japanese.

I know what you are against.

What are you for?

When I was 22, I thought the world
hated bullies as much as I did.

I was foolish.

I killed one.

I was forced to flee to an island.

Since then, I have asked no help. . .

. . .from anyone or any country.

I have seen these bullies multiply
and grow strong. . .

. . .and the world sat by and watched.

Oh, the hell with this, de Becque.
Let's be honest.

Aren't you just a guy
in love with a girl. . .

. . .and you're putting her above
everything else in the world?

Yes.

I do care about my life with her
more than anything else in the world.

It is the only thing that is
important to me.

This, I believe in.

This, I'm sure of. This, I have.

I cannot risk to lose it.

Good day, gentlemen.

He's an honest man, but he's wrong.

Of course we can't guarantee him
a better world if we win.

The point is we can be sure
it will be worse if we lose, can't we?

Well, can't we?

I don't know.

What should I do now, Captain Brackett?
Go back to my outfit tonight?

Why don't you take a couple days off
and unwind.

-Unwind?
-Sure. Take a boat, go fishing.

A boat.

♪ Bali Ha'i ♪

♪ may call you ♪

♪ Any night, any day ♪

There's a ceremony today,
Billis. The whole town's out.

♪ "Come away, come away." ♪

♪ Bali Ha'i will whisper ♪

♪ On the wind
of the sea; ♪

♪ "Here am I,
Your special island!" ♪

♪ "Come to me,
come to me!" ♪

♪ Your own special hopes, ♪

♪ Your own special dreams ♪

♪ Bloom on the hillside ♪

♪ And shine
in the streams. ♪

♪ If you try, ♪

♪ You'll find me ♪

♪ Where the sky
meets the sea, ♪

♪ "Here am I, ♪

♪ Your special island!" ♪

♪ "Come to me. Come to me!" ♪
Here you are.

That's it.
Dance it up, kids.

♪ "Come to me." ♪

♪ "Come to me!" ♪

♪ Bali Ha'i ♪

Welcome Bali Ha'i.

-What are you doing here?
-Here I live.

You like?

Bali Ha'i call you, eh?

You no escape Bali Ha'i
when she call you.

Hey, are you guys with the
boar's-tooth ceremonial? You know:

Yes, you go with them, big dealer.
Lieutelan, you come with me.

Will you get your carcass out of here?
He's going with me.

Which way is it?

All right. Come on.

That ain't all halibut in that net,
you know, lieutenant.

The place is loaded, ain't it?
Well, ain't it?

No comment.

That's the chief.
He's the one that takes out the tooth.

-Look at those tusks.
-Yeah.

They've gone through the pig's face
twice and once through his jawbone.

That's why they're so hard to get out.

Hey, look. He's dancing on
those hot coals. Come on.

-Now for the cutting.
-I'm not gonna wait around for that.

What's this all about?

You wait.

There's nobody around here.

You wait, Lieutelan.

What's going on, Mary? What--?

You like?

-Who is she?
-Liat.

-Liat.
-Is French name, but she no French girl.

She Tonganese, like me.

We are very pretty people, no?

Liat nice daughter, no?

Make nice wife, yes?

You speak English?

Only few word.

She talk French.

Afraid of me?

You're just a kid.

How did an innocent kid like you
get mixed up with Bloody Mary?

Your mother?!

Bloody Mary really is your mother.

That's why she's been
looking me over like that.

It's the boat, all right.

Let them wait.

♪ I touch your hand ♪

♪ and my arms grow strong ♪

♪ Like a pair of birds ♪

♪ that burst with song ♪

♪ My eyes look down ♪

♪ at your lovely face ♪

♪ And I hold the world ♪

♪ In my embrace. ♪

♪ Younger than springtime
are you ♪

♪ Softer than starlight
are you ♪

♪ Warmer than winds of June ♪

♪ are the gentle lips ♪

♪ you gave me. ♪

♪ Gayer than laughter are you ♪

♪ Sweeter than music are you ♪

♪ Angel and lover, ♪

♪ Heaven and earth ♪

♪ are you to me. ♪

♪ And when your youth ♪

♪ and joy ♪

♪ invade my arms ♪

♪ And fill my heart ♪

♪ As now they do... ♪

♪ Then... ♪

♪ Younger than springtime
am I ♪

♪ Gayer than laughter am I ♪

♪ Angel and lover, ♪

♪ Heaven and earth ♪

♪ am I ♪

♪ with you. ♪

♪ Younger than springtime
am I ♪

♪ Gayer than laughter am I ♪

♪ Angel and lover, ♪

♪ Heaven and earth ♪

♪ am I ♪

♪ with ♪

♪ you ♪

♪ Bali Ha'i ♪

Ring the bell again!
Ring the bell again!

You no worry, Billis. He be here soon.

Look.

♪ Bali Ha'i ♪

♪ Bali Ha'i ♪

♪ Bali Ha'i ♪

He's gonna be my son-in-law.

Nellie. Nellie, please, Nellie,
stay for just a moment.

-Emile, you know I can't stay.
-Why not? No one will think anything.

And I've gotta get this jeep back.
I stole it.

You must never return anything
you steal.

-Then they'll know you stole it.
-I just borrowed it.

Or rather, someone stole it for me.
A wonderful man named Billis.

-I'll have to sneak around as it is.
-In that case, I forbid you to go.

If you have to sneak back
without anyone seeing you. . .

. . .you might as well sneak back later.

You're absolutely right.

I never had such a wonderful time
in my whole life.

-They're nice people, no?
-Oh, they're lovely people.

That cute old man
who spoke French with me. . .

. . .and made believe he understood me.

And that exciting native couple
who danced for us.

Oh, it's so different from Little Rock!

What are you laughing at?
Am I drunk?

-Oh, no.
-Oh, yes, I am.

But it isn't the champagne.
It's because:

♪ I'm in love
with a wonderful guy ♪

♪ I am in
a conventional dither ♪

♪ With a conventional star
in my eye ♪

♪ And you will note
There's a lump in my throat ♪

♪ When I speak
to that wonderful guy. ♪

♪ I'm as trite and as gay
As a daisy in May, ♪

♪ A cliché coming true! ♪

♪ I'm bromidic and bright ♪

♪ As a moon happy night
pouring light on the dew ♪

♪ I'm in love I'm in love
I'm in love I'm in love ♪

♪ I'm in love
with a wonderful guy! ♪

♪ I'm in love, I'm in love,
And the girl that I love, ♪

♪ She thinks
I'm a wonderful guy. ♪

Imagine leaving all of this
wonderful champagne.

Here, Emile, you have some too.
It-- It's such a waste.

Here. Here is another bottle.

♪ This is how it feels ♪

♪ living on a hillside ♪

Here we are, just like
two old married people are.

Our guests have gone home
and we're alone.

♪ This is what I need ♪

♪ This is what
I've longed for ♪

♪ Someone young and smiling ♪

♪ Here upon my hill ♪

Emile, my mother says we have
nothing in common, but she's wrong.

We have something very important
in common, very much in common.

Yes, we are both in love.

Yes, but more than that.

I've had enough.

We're the same kind of people. . .

. . .fundamentally, you and me.

We appreciate things.

We get enthusiastic about things.

It's really quite exciting
when two people are like that.

We're not blasè.

-You know what I mean?
-Yes.

We are both knuckleheads.
Cockeyed optimists.

♪ I hear the human race
is falling on it's face ♪

♪ And hasn't very far to go ♪

♪ But every whippoorwill
Is selling me a bill ♪

♪ And telling me
it just ain't so. ♪

♪ I could say life is
just a bowl of jello ♪

♪ And appear more intelligent
and smart ♪

♪ But I'm stuck like a dope
With a thing called hope, ♪

♪ And I can't get it out
of my heart ♪

♪ Not ♪

♪ this ♪

♪ heart ♪

Nellie. Nellie, I have a surprise for you.
No, stay there.

Why, you're the cutest things
I ever saw in my whole life.

What are your names? You probably
can't understand a word I'm saying.

But, oh, my goodness, you're cute.

Nellie, I want you to meet
Ngana and Jerome.

Ngana and Jerome, Nellie.

-Nellie?
-Nellie?

Aren't they adorable?

Those big black eyes staring at you
out of those sweet little faces.

Are they Henry's?

-They're mine.
-Oh, of course they are.

They look exactly like you, don't they?
Where do you hide their mother?

She's dead, Nellie.

She's. . . .

Emile, they are yours.

Yes, Nellie. I'm their father.

And their mother was a. . .?

Polynesian.

She was beautiful, Nellie.

-And charming too.
-And you loved her?

I want you to know
I have no apologies.

I came here as a young man.

I lived as I could.

-Of course.
-But I have not been selfish.

No woman ever hated me
or tried to hurt me.

No-- No woman could ever
want to hurt you, Emile.

What time is it?
I promised to get that jeep back.

Oh, this is awful.

-Why, just look at the time.
-Please, Nellie, wait.

-I'll drive you home.
-Oh, you'll do no such thing.

Anyway, I couldn't leave the jeep here.
I've gotta get it back.

Don't go now, Nellie.
Don't go yet, please.

Oh, well, I have to go.
Yes, this is-- This is just terrible.

I won't be able to face
the girls at the hospital as it is.

You can't imagine the way they
look at you when you come in late.

-Yes, l--
-I'll call you.

-I'll come by tomorrow. Yes.
-Nellie--

Oh, no.

Oh, dear. There are those awful
rehearsals for Thanksgiving Day.

I'm teaching them a dance and
they wanna rehearse night and day.

But after that.

Thank you for tonight, Emile.
I had a wonderful time.

It was the nicest party and
you were a perfect host. Goodbye.

-Nellie, l--
-Please, Emile. Please stay here.

Please don't come to the jeep, please.

Nellie, I love you.

Do you hear me? I love you.

And I love you too. Honestly, I do.

Please, let me go.
Oh, please, let me go.

♪ Once you have found her ♪

♪ Never let her go. ♪

♪ Once you have found her, ♪

♪ Never let ♪

♪ her ♪

♪ go! ♪

Whoa!

Come on. Allons.

Whoo!

Happy, Lootellan?

Jacques Barrère wants to marry Liat.

He ask again last night.

You mean that old French planter you
told me about, the one you despise?

You can't let her marry
a man like that.

-Is white man too and very rich.
-I don't care.

-You can't let her marry him.
-Okay, then you marry her.

Lieutelan, you have good life here.

I am rich. Since war, I make $2000.

War go on, I make maybe more.

Give all the money to you and Liat.

You no have to work.
I work for you.

All day long you and Liat
play together.

Make love. Talk happy.

No think about Philadelia.
It's no good.

♪ Happy Talk,
keep talkin' Happy Talk ♪

♪ Talk about things
you'd like to do. ♪

♪ You got to have a dream ♪

♪ If you don't have a dream ♪

♪ How you gonna have
a dream come true? ♪

♪ Talk about a moon ♪

♪ Floatin' in the sky ♪

♪ Lookin' like
a lilly on a lake ♪

♪ Talk about a bird ♪

♪ Learnin' how to fly ♪

♪ Makin' all the music
he can make. ♪

♪ Happy Talk,
keep talkin' Happy Talk ♪

♪ Talk about things
you'd like to do. ♪

♪ You got to have a dream ♪

♪ If you don't have a dream ♪

♪ How you gonna have
a dream come true? ♪

♪ Talk about a star ♪

♪ Lookin' like a toy ♪

♪ Peekin' through
the branches of a tree. ♪

♪ Talk about a girl ♪

♪ Talk about a boy ♪

♪ Countin' all the ripples
on the sea. ♪

♪ Happy Talk,
keep talkin' Happy Talk ♪

♪ Talk about things
you'd like to do. ♪

♪ You got to have a dream ♪

♪ If you don't have a dream ♪

♪ How you gonna have
a dream come true? ♪

♪ Talk about a boy ♪

♪ Sayin' to the girl ♪

♪ "Golly baby, ♪

♪ I'm a lucky cuss!" ♪

♪ Talk about a girl ♪

♪ Sayin' to the boy ♪

♪ "You and me is lucky ♪

♪ to be us" ♪

♪ Happy Talk,
keep talkin' Happy Talk ♪

♪ Talk about things
you'd like to do. ♪

♪ You got to have a dream ♪

♪ If you don't have a dream ♪

♪ How you gonna have
a dream come true? ♪

♪ If you don't talk happy ♪

♪ and you never have a dream ♪

♪ Den you'll never have ♪

♪ a dream ♪

♪ come true. ♪

Is good idea, you like?

Wait a minute.

Liat, I want you to have this.

It was my grandfather's.

My dad carried it through the last war.

First minute I see you,
I know you right man for Liat.

And she right girl for you.

You have special good babies.

Mary, I can't marry Liat.

Was your last chance.

Now she marry Jacques Barrère.

Come, Liat.

Give me watch.

Stingy stinker.

♪ Younger than springtime ♪

♪ were you ♪

♪ Angel and lover, ♪

♪ Heaven and earth ♪

♪ were you ♪

Step together, step together.
Point, point.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

Hitch, kick.
Hitch, kick.

-Scissors. Scissors.
-Hi, Bill.

-Hello, sir.
-How's it going?

Fine, sir. What do you think of it?

It looks pretty good.
I guess we'll get opened, all right.

I'm sorry, I can't go on.

Oh, sure you can, Miss Forbush.
You're the whole show.

I'm sorry, Luther.
I don't know what's the matter.

-What's the matter?
-Would you take care of her, please?

I'm so sorry, please excuse me.
It's nothing, honest. It's nothing. I. . . .

All right, all right. Let's go.
Come on, back to the deck.

Get them weights. Let's dance.
Come on. Okay.

Hitch, kick and scissors.
Hitch, kick and scissors.

A transfer?

Yes, please.

To any other island but this one.

Miss Forbush, I don't want
to pry into your affairs. . .

. . .but whatever is bothering you
is some personal thing, of course.

But I wonder if you realize
just how unimportant it is.

-Unimportant?
-Yes.

And how important you are
at this particular time.

I mean, the Thanksgiving Follies.

Why, you're the star,
the choreographer. . .

. . .the whole spirit of the thing.

I don't think a little show
like this is very important.

And that's just where you're wrong.

Miss Forbush, up to now in this war. . .

. . .our side has been having a merciless
beating in two hemispheres.

And nobody's going to be going home
until that situation is reversed.

Now, it may take a long time. . .

. . .before we can get
any big operation under way. . .

. . .before the boys here
get off this island.

They're lonesome, homesick boys,
and no matter how tough they talk. . .

. . .don't you think
they're not looking forward. . .

. . .to this "little show" as you call it.

This isn't a little show, Miss Forbush.
This is a big show.

♪ My doll is as dainty
as a sparrow ♪

♪ Her figure is something
to applaud. ♪

♪ Where she's narrow
she's narrow as an arrow ♪

♪ And she's broad, ♪

♪ where a broad ♪

♪ should be broad. ♪

Get it?
Sit down!

Quiet down there!

Let her sing!

♪ A hundred and one
pounds of fun ♪

♪ That's my little
honey bun! ♪

♪ Get a load
of honey bun tonight. ♪

♪ I'm speakin' of
my Sweetie Pie, ♪

♪ Only sixty inches high ♪

♪ every inch is packed
with dynamite! ♪

♪ Her hair is blonde
and curly, ♪

♪ Her curls are hurly burly, ♪

♪ Her lips are pips!
I call her hips: "Twirly" and "Whirly" ♪

♪ She's my baby,
I'm her pap! ♪

♪ I'm her booby,
She's my trap! ♪

♪ I am caught
and don't wanna run, ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm havin'
so much fun with honey bun! ♪

♪ A hundred and one
pounds of fun ♪

♪ That's my little
honey bun! ♪

♪ Get a load
of honey bun tonight. ♪

♪ I'm speakin' of my Sweetie Pie ♪
Billis, get off that stage!

♪ Only sixty inches high ♪
Knock it off. All right.

♪ every inch is packed
with dynamite! ♪

♪ Her hair is blonde
and curly. ♪

♪ Her curls
are hurly burly. ♪

♪ Her lips are pips! ♪

♪ I call her hips: "Twirly" and "Whirly" ♪
Hey, Billis! Who does your hair?

♪ I am caught
and I don't wanna run, ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm havin'
so much fun with honey bun ♪

♪ Believe me sonny ♪

♪ She's a cookie who can
cook you till you're done ♪

♪ And see you sonny ♪

♪ Sonny, put your money ♪

♪ On my ♪

♪ honey bun! ♪

Miss Forbush.

Oh, Luther.
Oh, thank you.

Whoa!

♪ A hundred and one
pounds of fun ♪

♪ That's my little
honey bun! ♪

♪ Get a load
of honey bun tonight. ♪

♪ I'm speakin'
of my Sweetie Pie ♪

♪ Only sixty inches high ♪

♪ every inch is packed with dynamite! ♪
All right, all right!

Leave it alone!
♪ Her hair is blonde and curly, ♪

♪ Her curls are hurly burly ♪

♪ Her lips are pips! ♪
Come on, wise guy! Cut it out!

♪ I call her hips:
"Twirly" and "Whirly" ♪

♪ Come on. Go home!

Hey, Billis! You got
a hole in your boat!

♪ Fly, navy down the field ♪

♪ Anchors aweigh ♪

♪ From the halls of Montezuma ♪

♪ To the shores of Tripoli ♪

♪ She's my baby, I'm her pap ♪

♪ I'm her booby She's my trap ♪

♪ I am caught
and I don't wanna run ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm havin'
so much fun with honey bun. ♪

♪ And that's the finish. ♪

Who did that?
♪ And it's time to go for now the show is done ♪

All right, who did that?
♪ We hope you like us, ♪

Who did it?
♪ and we hope that when you leave your seat and run ♪

♪ down to the Mess Hall. ♪

♪ You'll enjoy your dinner
each and every one. ♪

♪ Save me
some turkey! ♪

♪ And put some
chestnut dressing ♪

♪ on our honey bun ♪

Cigarettes, anybody?

♪ Bun. ♪

Luther? Luther?

Oh, Luther, you really
are a honey bun.

These beautiful flowers.

I needed someone
to think of me tonight.

I appreciate it, Luther.
You don't know how much.

Miss Forbush, I would like
to have you know that. . . .

That I consider you the most
wonderful woman in the entire world.

Even including the fact
that you're an officer. And. . . .

And I just can't go on being
such a heel as to let you think. . .

. . .I thought of giving you those.

-Oh, but you did give them to me--
-No.

Here's the note
that came with them.

I lie in the loneliness of evening...

...looking out on a silver-flaked sea...

...and ask the moon:

"Oh, how soon, how soon
will my love come home to me?"

"Will my love come home to me?"

What's the matter, Nellie the nurse?

Joe Cable.

Having diplomatic difficulties
with France?

-Who let you out of the hospital?
-I'm okay. Come on.

-Nellie? Are you ready?
-Oh, Bill.

Bill, would you wait
just a minute, please?

Sure.

You're trying to get over to Bali Ha'i.

That little girl you told me about.

I've got to.

All the time I've been in the hospital
with that darn malaria. . .

. . .I haven't been able
to see anything but her face.

I love her and. . . .

What kind of a guy am I anyway?

I love her and yet
I said I couldn't marry her.

And I don't understand myself.

If I love her, why don't I marry
her and stay here and--?

You're just far away from home, Joe.

We're both far away from home.

-But it doesn't make sense.
-Oh, yes, it does.

I guess it does anyway.

I guess people like us. . . .

Well, we just have to go
back to where we belong.

What about that girl of
yours back in Philadelphia?

♪ My girl back home ♪

♪ I'd almost forgot! ♪

♪ A blue-eyed kid, ♪

♪ I liked her a lot. ♪

♪ We got engaged, ♪

♪ Both families were glad; ♪

♪ And I was told
by my uncle and dad ♪

♪ That if I were clever
and able ♪

♪ They'd make me a part
of a partnership, ♪

♪ Cable, Cable, ♪

♪ and Cable! ♪

♪ How far away ♪

♪ Philadelphia, P.A. ♪

♪ Princeton, N.J ♪

♪ How far are they ♪

♪ From coconut palms
and banyan trees ♪

♪ and coral sands ♪

♪ and Tonkinese! ♪

♪ How far away ♪

♪ Little Rock, ARK ♪

♪ Princeton, NJ ♪

♪ How far are they ♪
♪ How far are they ♪

♪ From coconut palms
and banyan trees ♪

♪ and coral sands and ♪

Nellie, I must see you.

-Emile, l--
-You'll excuse us, lieutenant.

No, Joe, stay. Stay, please?

-I've been meaning to call you, Emile.
-You have asked for a transfer.

Why? What does it mean, Nellie?

-I'll explain it to you tomorrow, Emile--
-No, now.

What does it mean, Nellie?

It means that I can't marry you.
Do you understand?

l-- I can't marry you.

-Because of my children?
-Oh, not because of your children.

They're sweet.

It is their Polynesian mother, then.

Their mother and I.

Yes.

I can't help it.

It isn't as if I could give you
a good reason.

There is no reason.

This is emotional.

This is something that's born in me.

It is not. I do not believe
this is born in you.

Well, then why?
Why do I feel the way I do?

All I know is I can't help it.

I can't help it.

Joe? Joe, explain how we feel.

Joe.

-Nellie--
-Bill.

-Bill!
-Nellie.

Bill, can we go now? Please?

What makes her talk like that?

Why do you have this feeling,
you and she?

I do not believe it is born in you.
I do not believe it!

It's not born in you!

It happens after you're born.

♪ You've got to be taught ♪

♪ to hate and fear, ♪

♪ You've got to be taught ♪

♪ from year to year, ♪

♪ It's got to be drummed ♪

♪ in your dear little ear ♪

♪ You've got to
be carefully taught. ♪

♪ You've got to be taught ♪

♪ to be afraid ♪

♪ of people whose eyes ♪

♪ are oddly made, ♪

♪ And people whose skin ♪

♪ is a different shade ♪

♪ You've got to
be carefully taught. ♪

♪ You've got to be taught ♪

♪ before it's too late ♪

♪ Before you are six ♪

♪ or seven or eight, ♪

♪ To hate all the people ♪

♪ your relatives hate ♪

♪ You've got to
be carefully taught! ♪

♪ You've got to be
carefully taught! ♪

You got the right idea, de Becque.
Live on an island.

Yes, sir.

If I get out of this thing alive,
I'm not going back there.

I'm staying here.

All I care about is right here.

Yes.

So when all you care about is here. . .

. . .this is a good place to be.

When all you care about
is taken away from you. . .

. . .there is no place.

I came so close to it.

So close.

♪ One dream in my heart ♪

♪ One love to be living for ♪

♪ This nearly was mine. ♪

♪ One girl ♪

♪ for my dream ♪

♪ One partner in paradise ♪

♪ This promise of paradise ♪

♪ This nearly was mine. ♪

♪ Close to my heart she came ♪

♪ Only to fly away ♪

♪ Only to fly ♪

♪ as day flies ♪

♪ from moonlight ♪

♪ Now, now I'm alone ♪

♪ Still dreaming of paradise, ♪

♪ Still saying ♪

♪ that paradise ♪

♪ Once nearly ♪

♪ was mine. ♪

You know, back home,
whenever I got in a jam. . .

. . .I used to go hunting.

That's what I think I'll do now.

Good hunting up there
around Marie-Louise.

Carriers, cargo boats. . .

. . .troop ships.

Big game.

De Becque. . .

. . .would you reconsider. . .

. . .going up there with me
to Marie-Louise Island?

I mean, now that you haven't got
so much to lose?

We could do a good job, I think.

You and I.

How could a PBY land
anywhere near that island. . .

. . .without being seen by the enemy?

It will not land near the island. . .

. . .but far out, at sea.

I know the fishing grounds
my friends use.

And I know two fishermen there,
Inato and Basile.

They will help us.

Well, the equipment's all aboard, sir.
We loaded it while it was still dark.

You better wait a while
before you take off.

Above all, this must look
like a casual routine flight.

Well, there's still plenty of time
to change your mind.

-Hey, Buzz.
-Captain?

-Yeah?
-Are we gonna need the parachutes?

No, it looks calm enough
for us to set down.

-No parachutes!
-All right.

Looks like a summer day in Maine.

-That's a state in America.
-Yeah.

-Lobsters.
-Lobsters.

Hey, you guys better start getting
into that gear.

Hey, we're approaching Marie-Louise.

What's going on here?

What? Roger.

Hey, we got it in the tail section.
I'll go back and take a look.

-Well, say something.
-Who's driving this airplane anyhow?

I hope you realize
there's a hole in this plane.

Oh, hello, lieutenant, everybody.

It's Luther.

What are you doing on this plane?
How'd you get on here?

Well, I thought maybe
you might need an extra man.

Seemed like an interesting project,
and l--

What's the matter? Feeling sick?
If you don't like the idea, forget it.

I'll go back to the baggage compartment.
Pretend you never saw me.

I'll kill him.

If I thought you were gonna take
this attitude. . .

. . .I wouldn't have volunteered
my services.

How do you like this character?

I'm gonna have you
court-martialed, Billis.

-Take it easy.
-I'm gonna ride you out of the Navy.

-Take it easy.
-Do you realize. . .

. . .that this is a secret mission?

I realize it's secret. I'm gonna keep
the mission, I'm gonna keep--

Pull the handle! Pull the handle!

Which one?

Hey, captain, man overboard.

Boy, that Cable plays it rough,
doesn't he?

His parachute's opening.

Secret mission, huh?
Well, it's no secret now.

Hello? This is Beer Bus to Brewery.
Beer Bus to Brewery.

Yeah, look, I got a man parachuting
down into the Empress Augusta Bay.

That's right. You guys are gonna
have to help because I can't--

Right. Roger and out.

So it's gonna be
one of those days, huh?

Okay.

Hey, wait! Don't leave me!

Look, drop a boat back there,
will you?

Can't you get him out of there?
He'll be shot to pieces.

I can't. I gotta get you guys in first.

After that, I'll come back
and pick up the pieces.

Okay, let's go.

Looks like he's American.
They're shooting at him.

Well, let's make them shoot at us.

That's it, boys. Go!

He must be down about there.

Well, get him out of there.

Use anything you need.
We'll send in a destroyer if necessary.

Aye, aye, sir.
The admiral says go all out.

Do you see any fishing boats?

Yeah, there we are.

That's the fishing grounds.

Can you go lower here?

Roger.

Hey, that's Inato's boat.

Basile!

Inato! Inato!

All right. Can we set down here?

De Becque, I can set down anywhere.

I'll take it.

This is a black day for the Navy.

A black, black day.

-How much did you say this cost, Bill?
-It's estimated at $600,000, sir.

Did you hear that?

That's what your little stunt today
cost the taxpayers.

-Six hundred--
-Six hundred thousand dollars?

What are you grinning about?

I was just thinking about my uncle.

Remember my uncle
I was telling you about?

He used to tell my old man
l'd never be worth a dime.

Excuse me, sir.

Billis, you've been striking for the brig
ever since you hit this island.

And today you finally made it. . .

. . .because Captain Brackett and l
are gonna throw the book at you.

Sir, may I barge in?

My copilot and l, sir, we've been
sort of kicking this thing around. . .

. . .and we feel that Lu--

That Billis in that rubber boat with
the airplanes buzzing around him. . .

. . .caused
sort of a diversionary action.

It made it easier for us to land Cable
and the Frenchman without being seen.

It turned out to be
a lucky break for us, sir.

What do you want me to do,
give this guy a gold medal?

I don't want no gold medal, captain.

But. . . . But I could use
a little more freedom.

A little room to swing around in,
if you know what I mean.

If you get the picture.

Get out of here.

Get out of here.

Get the hell out of here!

Captain, captain.

Kettle, come in.

This is the Frenchman.
Do you hear me?

This is Kettle. Go ahead, Frenchman.

This is our first chance
to send news to you.

We have made contact
with former friends of mine.

We have set up quarters
in a very nice hole in a rock.

No room, but a lovely view.

We can see right down
into the bottleneck.

First, the weather.

Rain clouds over Bougainville,
the Treasuries, Choiseul, New Georgia.

We expect rain in this region
from 9:00 to 2:00.

0900 to 1 400.

Oh, my friend Joe corrects me,
0900 to 1 400.

You must not expect from us
any regular communication.

There are hundreds of Japanese
in this region.

It will be necessary to constantly
change our quarters.

And now our military expert, Joe.

All you Navy, Marine and Army pilots
write this down. Surface craft:

Nineteen troop barges
headed down the bottleneck.

Speed about 1 1 knots.

Ought to pass Bonika
at about 2000 tonight...

...escorted by heavy warships.

As for aircraft, 22 bombers.

-Betties went by at 0600.
-A bottle of beer says I get first strike.

-About time.
-Now we'll see action!

There ought to be some way
to knock off a few of those.

That's all for now. Good luck.

Two weeks.

How can those guys
stick it out for two weeks?

Yeah.

Everybody thought they'd
be dead pigeons in a couple of days.

I tell you, those two guys
are doing us a lot of good.

That Frenchman reported
40 bombers north of Munda.

We took off in 40 bombers
right in the nose.

How do those guys keep alive with
enemies around? How do they do it?

That Frenchman knows these jungles
around here like the palm of his hand.

-He's a hunter, see?
-They changed the whole setup here.

I think we got
the Japanese on the run.

That's what the Frenchman said.

-Well, is it my lead?
-Yeah.

Come on, come on.
I got plenty on this.

Listen carefully, please.
Ceiling today unlimited.

Thirty-three fighters, Zeros,
have moved in from Bougainville.

Their course is approximately
0-2-3 degrees true.

I'm certain heavy bombers will follow.

I think something big is afoot.

That's all I have time for now.

Joe and I must change
our position immediately.

Planes are directly overhead.

Two only, but they're looking for us,
I think.

They know about where we are.

I'll try to get back to you later.
Good luck.

-They got us pretty well pinpointed.
-Stay here.

In a few minutes, it will be dark
enough to run for it.

No, I think we're right.

It looks like they're going all out.
Even these planes.

They've stopped looking for us.
They're going away.

Let's make a run for it.

All right, let's go.

And we have a lot of fighter pilots
over in the ward.

And they keep talking about
a Frenchman.

"The Frenchman said this,"
and, "The Frenchman said that."

And I was wondering if the Frenchman
they're talking about could be. . .

. . .my Frenchman.

Yes, Miss Forbush, it is.

I couldn't tell you before, but--

-Then he is behind enemy lines.
-With Lieutenant Cable.

Hello, this is Emile de Becque.
Please listen to me carefully.

I haven't much time.

My message today
must be brief and sad.

Lieutenant Cable, my friend Joe. . .

. . .died a few minutes ago.

I will never know a finer man.

I wish he could have told you
the news.

The Japanese are pulling out.
There is great confusion here.

My guess is the enemy
will try to evacuate troops. . .

. . .from Cape Esperance tonight. This is
the opportunity we've been waiting for.

Make the most of it, my friends.

You may not hear from me again.
They are coming back.

They are right above me. Goodbye.

Is that all? Get him back.

Kettle to Frenchman.
Come in, Frenchman.

I'm sorry, sir, he's cut off.

How far away. . .

. . .Philadelphia, PA.

Poor Joe Cable.

Do you think there's a chance
I'll ever see Emile again?

Of course there's a chance.

-I didn't even know he was going.
-Of course not. How could he tell you?

Now, don't blame Emile de Becque.
He's okay.

He's a wonderful guy.

-He has got a chance. Hasn't he, Bill?
-Of course. There's always a chance.

Emile.

Emile, come back
so I can tell you something.

I know what counts now. Just you.

All those other things,
the woman you had before?

Her color?

What-- What piffle. l--

What a pinhead I was.

Come back so I can tell you.
Oh, don't die before I can tell you.

All that matters is us. . .

. . .being together, that's all.

If you think of what you said to me
that day. . .

. . .you can stay alive, Emile.

I know you can.
Think of what you said.

♪ When you find
your true love ♪

♪ When you feel her call you ♪

♪ Across ♪

♪ Then fly to her side ♪

♪ And make her your own ♪

♪ Or all through your life ♪

Live, Emile. Live, Emile.

Live. Live.

Live. Live.

Miss Nurse?

Please. Please, Miss Nurse.
Where is Lieutelan Cable?

-Who are you?
-I am mother of Liat.

-Who?
-Liat.

She will marry no one
but Lieutelan Cable.

Oh, my darling.

All right, hear this:

All those outfits that are waiting
for loading, please keep in position.

We'll be loading immediately.

Hey, Billis, let's head back, huh?

Our outfit's about a mile back down
the beach. Suppose they call our names?

They may be ready for us
to board the ship.

They won't be ready for hours yet.
This is the Navy.

Look at that beach.
Swarming with eager beavers.

-Ten thousand guys.
-All right, all right, you men.

Stay down there with your own unit
where you belong.

You Seabees, you belong down
the beach this way.

Excuse me. Can you tell me
where I can find Captain Brackett?

-Down the beach this way.
-Thank you, sir. That's all.

I beg your pardon.
Can I speak to you?

-Who is it?
-Billis, sir. Luther Billis.

Yes, Billis, what is it?
We're moving out now.

I know, sir. Stewpot, the professor
and me was wondering. . .

. . .if anything is being done about
rescuing the Frenchman off that island.

We hereby volunteer
for such a project.

A triple diversionary activity,
like I done to get him on there?

You could drop us in three rubber boats
on three different sides of the island.

Confuse them out of their minds.
Get the picture?

That's very fine, Billis,
but you're too late.

Operation Alligator is under way.

Landings were made on Japanese-held
islands last night and this morning.

Marie-Louise Island was
the first one hit.

How about that Frenchman?
Did they get him? Is he alive?

We don't know. Lieutenant Buzz Adams
flew up there to find out.

But it will be too bad
if a part of this operation. . .

. . .couldn't save one of the two guys
who made it all possible.

The big ones are battleships
and the little ones are destroyers.

They're moving out, you see, because. . . .
Well, there's been a big change.

They won't be around here
much anymore.

Just off and on. A few of us.

Did you understand anything I said?

Now, while I'm down
at the hospital. . .

. . .you've got to promise me
to mangez everything.

Everything that's put before you
on the table.

Jerome. Come back here
and sit down.

You have to learn to mind me when
I talk to you. And be nice to me too.

Because I love you very much.

Now mangez.

I will not sing that song.

You just wanna laugh
at my French accent.

All right. But you gotta help me.

♪ Dites-moi ♪

♪ pour quoi ♪

♪ La vie est belle ♪
♪ La vie est belle ♪

♪ Dites-moi ♪

♪ pour quoi ♪ Pour quoi what?

♪ La vie est gaie? ♪

Papa! Papa!
♪ Dites-moi ♪

♪ pour quoi ♪

♪ Chere mad'moi selle ♪

♪ Est ce que ♪

♪ Par ce que ♪

♪ vous m'aimez? ♪

Mangez. Mangez.