Original subtitles

(surf crashing)

P What can I do?

P The night is young and I'm in love with you. P

(wind howling)

(music plays on radio)

(match strikes)

(kissing, moaning)

(music plays on radio)

(moaning) (singing vocals on radio)

(suckling) (moaning)

(music plays on radio)

(moaning)

(music)

(panting)

(moaning) (suckling)

(gasping)

(kissing)

(moaning)

(heavy breathing)

(music playing) (moaning)

(moaning)

(groaning)

- Did Frances get back yet?

- Not yet. She had a lot of things to do in Honolulu.

- I haven't heard a word from Bobby for about three weeks now.

Ihope nothing's wrong.

- Don't worry, Rita. I'm sure everything's fine.

Frances is on her way back now with a letter from Bobby for sure.

- Don't you get enough letters from all those other guys?

- Oh hush, Mona.

- Well hell, the first trick through here in three days,

and guess who gets 'em?

(footsteps tapping) (door clicks)

- Did I get any mail, Frances?

- Didn't I get any mail?

How come Rita always gets letters?

What does she have that I don't?

- I'm sorry, sweetheart.

(faint music plays on radio)

(footsteps click)

- It's from Rita's fiancé.

It's marked,

"Addressee deceased."

- Oh, how terrible.

- He was all she lived for.

- Poor Rita. (paper rustling)

(faint music)

- "Dearest Bobby, I've decided to stay on here in Honolulu.

I've taken a job with the local USO chapter.

It makes me feel so much closer to you and to the whole war effort.

I like to feel

I'm doing my share too.

What little money I can save

will help pay the down payment on our house in Monterey.

God, I can't wait for this stinking war to end.

I'm so afraid for your life.

I pray for your safe return to me every night.

Oh, Bobby, I miss you so much.

I don't know what I'd ever do without you.

Truman says the war in the Pacific could end any day now.

Who knows?

I think that it's going to take a very drastic measure

to stop the Japanese now.

All I can do is trust in God

that everyone will return soon and unharmed.

Love forever and always, Rita.“

(knocking on door) (music plays on radio)

(door clicks)

- I'm so sorry, Rita.

I know how much Bobby meant to you.

I don't really think this is the best place for you anymore.

You should go back stateside.

Get that beauty salon you've always talked about getting.

Anyplace, Rita.

Anyplace but here.

You've got to try to get your mind off Bobby.

If you stay,

every man in a uniform that walks through here could be a substitute

for Bobby.

If that happens,

you'll never get over him, you'll always be hurt.

(cries)

- Donna.

- Don't worry, honey.

Everything will be all right.

(Rita cries)

(music continues)

(door clicks)

(drawer slides)

(clattering)

(vocal music continues)

(inhaling)

(coughing)

(music continues)

(panting)

(music)

(panting)

(moaning)

(grunting)

(panting) (gaSping)

(grunting)

(Frances crying)

(music continues)

- You fuckin'...

(panting)

(sighing)

P Dreams come true P

P in blue Hawaii P

(surf crashing)

P And mine could all come true P

P this magic night of nights with you P

- The fweet's in! The fweet's in!

- Now slow down, Suiki.

Just say it slowly so I can understand you.

- The fweet is in.

- Oh, I see.

The fleet i s in.

The fleet's in!

Oh, very good, Suiki.

- You want I should get house ready, Mom?

- Yes. Thank you, Suiki.

Oh, first I want you to help Rita pack.

She's leaving us today. - Yes, Mom.

- Well, you heard it, girls.

We're finally going to get busy and it's about time.

Now I want you all to get ready as soon as possible,

but first, make sure you all say goodbye to Rita.

Right, Mona?

- I'd be glad to say goodbye to Rita any time.

- What's this Frances' place you're taking me to?

- Oh, it's just the best little whorehouse you ever saw,

about fifteen miles this side of Honolulu. Ain't that right, Gus?

- Yeah, Rita's there.

- I just got put on shore patrol.

Can you believe that?

- Uh, well, all you got to do is sneak over to Frances'.

That shouldn't be too hard. - I don't know, Jack.

If I get caught, that could really screw up

my liberty, but I'll think of something.

- I just want everybody to know, when we get to Frances',

I got dibs on Rita.

- There he goes again.

Rita, Rita, Rita.

That's all you ever talk about, Gus.

Give us a break.

- Oh, but Rita is beautiful.

She'll be so happy to see me.

You just wait and see.

She told me she loves me.

- She probably tells that to everybody.

Shek a whore!

Why can't you get that through your thick skull?

- She's not a whore!

- Hey, Gus. - Hey, Gus.

- Whores are dirty and mean.

Rita's not like that at all.

- All right, all right, Gus. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to say it that way.

Let's just get the hell off this boat and go have a good time, okay?

- Yeah.

Sure, Jack.

I didn't mean to blow up, but you know how I feel about Rita.

- You about ready, kid? (Marines chanting outside)

- Yeah, ready as I'll ever be.

Hey, Jack, this is my first time, I just want everything to be just right.

- Yeah, well listen, if you don't hurry up, those Marines

from Company B are gonna be in line ahead of us.

Now, you don't want sloppy seconds your first time, do you?

- No. No. - Better get outta here.

- Hey, one of them stinkin' Marines might get to my Rita first.

Rita!

Rita. (footsteps thump)

- Hey, Gus, wait up. Hey.

(dramatic music)

- Hey, Mona,

I know we've had our differences in the past,

but I think down deep you're a pretty swell gal.

So long, Gloria.

I'll always miss that Texas accent of yours

and the way you used to laugh.

It always made me happy when I was feeling low.

- I'll miss you too, Rita.

You take care.

(sighing)

- Terri, you're a great kid.

I hope you find that special guy you're looking for.

- Thanks, Rita.

(sighs)

Donna, you've always been my favorite.

Always there to depend on for everything.

I'll miss you so very much.

- You be sure and write.

Keep me posted on all the good news, promise?

- Okay, I promise.

You take care of yourself, Donna.

(music)

- That's got the address of the place where I'll be staying

in San Francisco 'til I get settled.

I hope you find someone to replace me soon.

- No one could ever replace you, Rita.

You know that.

Hey, now you listen here.

- Okay.

- You know you always gotta place here if you need it.

(Rita cries)

- You've all been the dearest of friends.

I'll miss you all.

Good bye.

(door clicks) (music continues)

- Hey, they're here.

It looks like Jack and Gus and some new kid.

- Oh, poor Gus.

He's really going to be shocked when he finds out Rita's gone.

(music)

- Okay, girls, get up off your asses. Time to go to work.

Hey, Jack! - Hello, Frances.

- Oh, Gus. - Frances.

- Hope you boys remembered your money this time.

(laughter) - Come on in, make yourselves at home.

Girls, look at who's here.

- Hey, where's Rita?

- Come on over to the bar, Gus. I'll buy ya a drink.

- How you doing, sailor?

- I'm doing just fine.

You miss me? - What do you think?

You said you'd write.

- Fighting a war is a hard job, baby.

Hey, where is Rita?

(sighs)

I don't know how you're gonna break the news to Gus,

but she left for good about ten minutes ago.

You probably passed her on the way in.

- Holy cow.

- Hey, who's your pal?

- Ah, that's Phil.

I better save him from Mona.

- Hey, you can't drink those things like that, Gus.

You're putting six kinds of rum mixed with 150° Hawaiian Okolehao

into that stomach of yours.

Shit, man.

You could run a Jap Zero halfway to the moon on that stuff.

Come on, slow down, huh?

- Hmm. Where's Rita?

- Well-- - Frances!

- This is Phil. He's a friend of mine.

- Hi. - It's his first time in a whorehouse.

Oh, I'm sorry. Frances' house.

- So it's your first time here, huh?

- Yes, ma'am.

Actually, it's my first time, period.

- Aww.

Well, we'll have to take extra special care of you.

You're a regular, Jack.

Who do you think should be his first, huh?

- Well, there's Mona, but she's a little bit too hot for a first-timer.

What do you think about Terri?

What about her, Phil? Do you like her?

- Yeah, yeah, I like her. (chuckles)

- Good. Terri it shall be then.

Come on, Phil. I'll introduce you.

Get up Terri,

andlook presentable.

Now, this is this boy's first time, so I want you to give

that special Terri touch, all right?

- Sure thing, Frances,

but he looks a little green.

-No, he'll be okay.

He's just a little nervous.

It's his first time, remember?

Uh, Phil, this is Terri. She'll take good care of you.

- Pleased to meet you.

- Thanks a lot, Frances.

(music)

Okay, hot stuff.

You going to be all right?

- Yeah, I just had a few drinks, is all.

Just point me in the right direction.

- Come on, big boy. This way.

(music playing on radio continues)

- Is this really your first time, kid?

- Yes, ma'am.

Should I get undressed now?

- Sure, if you want to,

or I'll do it for you, if you like.

- I don't care.

Mostly, I like watching you get undressed.

Is that okay?

- You paid for it, kid.

You can do what you want.

You shouldn't be too hard to please.

(soft music)

- Well, there's one down.

(peppy musiC)

- We're best friends, right Gus?

- Yeah, sure Jack.

We've been through a lot together.

Coral Sea, Midway.

- I'm going to give it to you straight.

Rita's gone.

Donna told me that she had to leave the islands because of a funeral.

Donna told me to tell you that she really did love you.

I guess you were right, Gus.

That Rita was quite a gal.

- Rita.

Did she leave an address or anything?

- No, Gus.

She had to leave in a hurry.

She couldn't leave any information as to where she'd be staying.

I'm sorry.

Come on, cheer up.

Hey, look at all those dames over there.

Surely there's someone that could replace Rita.

- No one could replace Rita.

She told me men'd fly in from all over the world just to see her.

She even told me about this English flyer, stole a Spitfire.

Flew all the way from China last year.

- All the way from China?

- That's what she said.

Look, I know Rita was a whore,

but to me and a lot of other guys, she was the world.

I know you just made up that stuff about her loving me,

but thanks anyway.

- You're going to stay here at the bar all night?

- My buddy here, he's pretty upset about Rita.

- Just go fuck her, Jack. Get out of here.

- Are you gonna be okay?

- Yeah.

Just leave me alone. I'll be all right.

- Come on, Jack.

I really did miss you.

Nobody does me the way you do.

You know that.

- It's been a long eighteen months, Donna.

I've really been thinking a lot about you.

- Let's cut the small talk and take a walk.

(sentimental music)

- Donna, I've been waiting a long time for this.

- Me too, baby.

- You look great.

- Oh, Jack,

you're the only one that can really send me.

Dance with me.

(upbeat music)

- It's been so long. - Too long.

(music continues)

- Is that a pistol in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?

(laughter)

(music continues)

(heavy breathing)

(moaning)

(moaning) (music continues)

- I'm so hot for you, Jack.

Let's do it.

(upbeat music)

- How am I doing down there?

- Doing just fine, kid.

You'll be ready any second.

- Sorry about passing out like that.

Must've been the hooch.

- Aw, it's all right.

Don't let it bother you.

(moans) (music)

- I think you're ready, kid.

Just lie back on the bed.

I'll do everything. - Wait a minute.

Before you put it in, why do you keep calling me kid?

- When we're through here,

I won't call you kid anymore, but 'til then, kid,

no more questions.

(moaning)

(moaning) (music continues)

(moaning)

- I feel it.

Oh, oh, oh,ohh“.

- 0h babe...

(moaning)

Oh, babe.

(moans)

Oh!

(loud moans)

(panting) Oh, you're great.

Oh, you're the best, Jack.

You're the best.

Ahh.

(moans)

Mm. (kissing)

Oh.

(moans) Oh, babe.

(moans)

Are you about ready to come, baby? - Mmm, just about.

(uptempo music)

- Do you want me to pull it out?

- Yeah, but you can go in my mouth if you want.

(moans)

(music continues)

- Hey Gus, how you feeling?

- I'm feeling a little better now.

- Good. Hey, it's your turn now, Gus.

Take a look at Mona over there.

Go on, look at her.

She's beautiful.

You know, I was just talking to her, and she thinks you're cute.

Really. Go on over to her.

- Aw, I just want Rita.

- Are you telling me that all you're going to do is sit here and get drunk and feel

sorry for yourself?

- I don't want anybody but Rita. - Oh, Gus, you're impossible.

- Well, how does it feel, kid?

You're a man now.

- Is that all there is to it?

Yeah, that was fun.

Let's do it some more.

- Hey, wait a minute.

You only paid for one time.

Oh, kid!

(music) (door clicks)

- Rita! Where's Rita?

Malcolm is here.

- You! - Hello, Frances.

Have you seen Rita?

- She's gone.

Left for good. - My Rita's gone?

That's tragic.

Flew all the way from the Philippines, and now this.

It's a bloody shame.

- You're the guy that flew all the way from China to see her last year?

- That's me, all right. Malcolm Rogers, RAF.

Pleased to meet you.

- Gus McGee, US Navy.

- Did you know Rita?

Was she the one who told you that?

- Sure.

Rita and I go way back.

I1lbuy you a drink.

- Don't mind if I do.

Scotch and soda.

Make that a double.

- Well, looks like we have a Rita fan club here.

Why don't you have your drinks over by the couch?

I want you to meet somebody.

Come on, you too.

(upbeat music) (moaning)

(music continues)

- Don't you ever get tired?

I'm getting sore. - I'm just getting started.

(panting)

(moaning)

(groaning)

(music continues)

-Heuo.Hubba, hubba,hubba!

Anybody want to see some movies?

I just got 'em in town and they're supposed to be real hot.

One of 'em is supposed to have a big Hollywood star in it.

- You want to see the films?

- Yeah, Frances has the best connection for stag movies.

They're even made in Hollywood. - Do you wanna?

- Sure beats sitting here the rest of the day.

Let's do it. - All right.

- All right. - You got it!

Move it out.

Oh, Mona.

The film is by the projector. You remember how to thread it?

- Mm-hmm. - Remember to turn it off this time.

- Okay.

- Oh, Suiki, there's a new girl coming around shortly that I met in town.

Do me a favor and show her around, introduce her to the girls.

Then send her to my room.

I want to have a little private talk with her.

- Yes. - (sighs) I think I'll take a nap.

(music)

- Boy, it sure is a good thing I never knew what I was missing.

I would have been miserable out there in that damn Pacific,

just like all those other guys.

All they ever talk about is pussy, pussy, pussy.

Now I know why.

- Bad boy.

(knocking on door)

(door squeaks)

-Hel.lo

- Can I help you?

- My name is June Matthews.

I met Frances in town, and she told me to come see her about a job.

- Mm. My name is Donna. You can just leave your bags right here.

Suiki will take care of them for you.

Suiki.

- Mom wants see new girl right away.

- All right, go ahead.

Don't be frightened. Everything will work out okay.

(knocking on door)

- Come in.

Oh, June.

I'm real glad you decided to give us a try.

Have you met the other girls? - Only Donna and her friend Jack.

They both were very kind.

- Yes, they both are.

Donna's my number one girl around here.

You stay on her good side, and you won't have any problems.

I'd like to see your body. Would you mind taking your clothes off?

- No, not at all.

(music playing on radio)

- Nice. Turn around.

Would you take your hat off?

- This is soft.

You're a very pretty girl.

Do you mind?

- No.

- Nice.

Very nice breasts.

Rosy.

Ooh, sort of in-sy.

Come out, come out, come out. He's out, you can come out.

Oh, yeah.

Very, very nice. Turn around.

(music continues)

- Ooh.

- Ooh.

- You are tight.

- Oh, I've had a hard day.

- Lay on the bed. I'll give you a massage.

- Here, just put your head right over there.

Drop your chin down.

Oh, you've got beautiful hair.

That's it, just relax.

- Ahh, the muscles.

- Good girl.

That feels better.

- Oh.

- Ooh, right in here, huh? - Mmh, yeah.

- Ooh, yes.

-Ah.

- Oh, do you mind if I take this off?

- Oh, no.

(music continues)

(projector whirrs)

- Hey, look what I brought, it's halfway around the world.

- Scotch.

(laughter)

- Oh! - Haven't seen this stuff since '39!

Whoo. -Well, we got some now.

- Here, be my guest. - Thank you.

(projector whirring) (music)

- Wow! That's what I need.

- Don't forget the camera.

- Yeah, really.

She looks like Elizabeth Taylor.

- No, that's Loretta Young.

- She ain't no Elizabeth Taylor.

(cheery music)

(music continues)

- Look at him go.

He looks like he enjoys what he's doing.

- Thank you.

- If he's doing it any good, the audience getting paid for it, honey.

- Look at those eyes. Look at that.

- Huh? - He's enjoying what he's doing.

Look at that.

(music continues)

Daughs)

(projector whirrs)

- Look at him go at it. Look at him.

- Oh, Mona.

So soft.

Mm.

(gentle music)

- You ever done anything like this before?

- No, I haven't.

- How do you feel about it?

- Fine. It feels good.

- Tell you what, move up here.

Put your butt right over there.

Ahh, that's good.

Now I want you to just lie back, close your eyes.

That's it. Just relax.

Now, don't try to think about anything, figure anything out,

just feel.

Just let yourself feel.

(music continues)

(moans)

- Oh.

Ooh.

Ooh, yeah. (moaning)

(loud moans)

- I'm going to slip my fingers in.

- Oh.

Ooh.

(kissing)

-Ah.

(moans) - Oh, that is, mm, that is so good.

-0hh!

- Oh baby, yeah.

Ah.

- Oh.

Mm. - Mm.

You like that?

(projector whirrs)

- He lost his wristwatch.

(music)

Daughs)

- Hey old buddy, let's have some more of that.

-Ah.

(laughter)

-Ah.

Oh.

Daughs)

Ooh.

(whistles, sings) - Whistle while you work.

Hitler is a jerk.

Mussolini cut his weenie, now it doesn't work.

Daughs) - Gloria, you naughty girl.

- Ah-ha!

- That doesn't seem so naughty to me.

- My mama told me it was impolite to talk with my mouth full.

- Well, don't let's be impolite then.

(music continues)

- Hey. Look at those nice tits.

- You wanna see some nice tits?

- Oh,

oh, oh.

(moans)

- I remember this guy in Texas. He was 42 years old

and he had never had anybody suck his dick before.

- Well.

- Ooh, those are nice.

- Aren't they something?

No wonder you make me forget all about Rita.

- That's real good 'cause I can do some nicer things than her.

- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.

- Whatcha gonna do?

Oh, oh.

(moaning)

(moaning) (projector whirring)

(music continues)

- [Radio] Sadsack returns in just a moment.

Smokers, you be the judge and tell us if we're right or wrong.

We think that when you light a cigarette, you want

the deep down pleasure of rich fragrant tobacco.

So, instead of making a to-do about throat irritation,

medical claims about smoking, why don't we just talk to you about tobacco?

The toastiness of tobacco, (indistinct) of tobacco.

The kind of smoke Old Gold... (indistinct)

- Ahh, I gotta take a leak.

(upbeat music)

(door clicks)

- Oh! Sorry, I was just looking for the head.

Sorry.

- Hey, Gus. Hey, is that you under there?

(snickers) (door clicks)

(music continues)

(soft music)

(moaning)

(music continues)

(kissing)

(projector whirring) (upbeat music)

(soft music)

(music continues)

(moans)

(upbeat music) (projector whirrs)

(music continues)

(moaning)

(soft music)

P There's a moon-kissed lagoon

P where we will meet tonight. P

P My sweet Kulapala. P

P It's a new rendezvous P

P beside the sea for you and me, Kulapala. P

P I will place a rose in your hair P

P while silvery moonlight touches the sea, P

P and the stars alone will be there to share in our ecstasy. P

(music fades)

- [Radio] Attention, the peoples of the world.

World War II is about to come to its official closing.

We're on the Pacific Fleet flagship USS Missouri

in Tokyo Bay for the signing of--

- The war's over!

- 28 months and 25 days since the attack on--

- We can go home now. - We're only 700 miles from there,

but we've come much further.

(sentimental music)

(moaning)

P There's a moon-kissed lagoon P

P where we will meet tonight. P

P My sweet Kulapala. P

P It's a new rendezvous P

P beside the sea for you and me, Kulapala. P

P Our love will be reality, Kulapala. P

P Kulapala P

P Kulapala P

(soldiers chatter)

- I'm gonna probably get drunk right now.

- Fantastic. [laughter] - Oh, hell. We sat in the chair.

- Yes, I tried to anyway. - By the way, where's that pig Rita?

- Hell, I don't know. I haven't fucked her in months.

Hey, Jack, bring over a couple shots here.

- Hey, just a minute jarhead. You're talking about the woman I love.

- Is that right? (punch smacks)

(music) (scuffling sounds)

(body crashes)

- You know something,

you're great.

- I think you're great, too.

(knocking at door)

(yelling) (women scream)

(punches smack) (groaning)

- Get over here. - I want that sucker.

Hold him right there. Throw down. - Come on! Get off!

(scuffling, bodies thud)

- Sarge! I'm sorry Sarge.

(grunting) (women exclaim)

(punch smacks)

- Hey, let's get married.

- Ooh yeah. (screams)

- Holy cow!

- I'm gonna go help my friends. - Sarge, I'm sorry!

- Hey, fellas.

Guess what? I'm getting married.

- And here's your wedding present.

(punch smacks) (body thuds)

- Sarge, I'm sorry!

(grunting) (scuffling sounds)

(body crashes) (music continues)

(glass shatters)

(glass shatters)

(glass shatters)

(projector whirrs)

P If I could be with you, I'd love you long. P

P If I could be with you, I'd love you strong. P

P I want you to know that I wouldn't go P

P until I told you honey why I loved you so. P

P If I could be with you one hour tonight. P

P if I was free to do the things I might. P

P I'm telling you true I'd be anything but blue P

P if I could be with you. P

(music)

(gulls cawing) (surf sounds)