All language subtitles for Singapore (1947).english

(bells tolling)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(intercom buzzing)

Please fasten your seatbelts.

We're landing in three minutes.

Well, there's your Singapore.

The crossroads of the world,
the star of the Orient.

[Crew Member] Will you
please fasten your seatbelts?

The romance and adventure
of far-flung places.

That's a lot of press agent's...

What's the word they use
over here for a lotta talk?

Walla walla, Mr. Bellows.

That's it.

Thank you, Mr. Gordon.

A lot of press agent's
walla walla (chuckles).

I love that word.

(mysterious music)

[Gate Agent] All
passengers just arriving

on Flight 22 from Manila,

please report to the incoming desk.

Have your passports ready to be checked.

Your passports, please.

Thank you.

[Gate Agent] Far East Airways Flight 9

from Calcutta and Rangoon will arrive

at Gate 2 in fifteen minutes.

The touring car will
take you to your hotel.

Oh, couldn't we take a rickshaw?

I can't wait to ride in one.

You will have the opportunity.

Tomorrow we visit the Palace of Johore

and the botanical gardens.

Walla walla.

Mr. Bellows, we pick
you up at eight sharp.

- In the morning?
- Yes, Sir.

The cool of the day.

Excuse me.

Mr. Gordon?

That's right.

Can you please step this way?

[Gate Agent] Netherlands
East Indies Flight 1,

for Batavia and Surabaya ready at Gate 1.

(crowd chattering)

Mr. Gordon must have
influential friends.

Can he get us out of this line?

No, I'm sorry.

(chattering continues)

Well, a reception committee.

I thought these old eyes were failing me

seeing your name on the passenger list.

I can't quite say welcome Gordon.

You know, I hoped you would

have forgotten my existence, Mr. Hewitt.

How could I?

I was always sorry the war
interrupted our relationship.

It promised to be delightful.

That's the trouble with history.

It doesn't leave any time for sentiments.

You don't mind if I sit down?

No, of course not.

How is the pearl business?

(chuckles) Same little
misunderstandings.

My cargoes are nothing but copra.

(chuckles) The pearls were just,

one might call it, a super-cargo, eh?

Pipe dreams, Mr. Hewitt?

No, but it does smell its way about.

Why did you come back?

Leave something behind?

Well, I wanted to see Singapore again,

find out what had happened to it.

I always loved it.

A one-sided love?

Passport?

[Gate Agent] Flight
Number 7 arriving at Gate 2.

Mm hm.

"Matthew Gordon."

Lieutenant, United States Naval Reserve.

Commander motor torpedo boat 921,

Solomon Islands, New Guinea.

"Silver Star batter of Surabaya Straights."

Very good.

"Certificate of
Satisfactory Service 1946."

Excellent.

You should have been very useful.

You know those waters like a native.

Where did you find those oyster beds?

Off Labuan, North Borneo?

Copra.

(smirks) Are you gonna
buy another schooner?

No.

Well, anyway.

"Summary of regulations, Malay States.

Section 211."

Here it is (throat clears).

"Any person or persons convicted
of removing pearls at sea,"

and disposing of shell or taking

such illegal pearls into
or out of a British colony

"shall be subject to a minimum
of 10 years imprisonment."

Well, before the war, it was only eight,

but I guess everything's gone up, huh?

Anything else?

No.

Have a good visit.

Thanks.

[Gate Agent] Flight
Number 10 now loading.

Oh, if you should happen
to want me for anything,

I'm staying at the same hotel.

Have a pleasant visit.

(airplane engine whirring)

(bright music)

[Cadum] Mr. Gordon.

Cadum.

[Cadum] It's good to see you again.

It's good to see you, Cadum.

You had a rocky time?

I was in a concentration
camp but that's passed.

A suite?

You haven't forgotten have you.

No.

I'd like my old one if I can have it?

Oh, yes, 202.

I'm sorry, that was already reserved

for Mr. and Mrs. Bellows.

Well, I'm afraid I haven't another suite

but I can put you next door at 200.

Next door?

Oh, that will be fine, Cadum, thanks.

(guests chattering)

(soft music)

Boy, take my things up to the room,

and leave the key at the desk.

It was five long years
since I'd been here,

but nothing was changed.

From every corner
memories came back to me,

things I hoped I'd forgotten.

It almost seemed that I'd returned

to Singapore just to see this bar again.

Table near the window, Sir?

No, thanks, this one will do.

You wish something, Sir?

Yeah.

Two gin slings.

Two?

Yes, Sir.

[Matt] This had been our
table, Linda's and mine.

She called it the hideout

because it was by itself
and just big enough for two.

It felt strange to be
sitting here alone now.

Linda Grahame.

We'd known each other only a short time,

and then the war came.

(ship horn blaring) (soft music)

My boat, I must go now.

They give three warnings.

I always loved that sound.

Today I hate it.

I hate it, too.

Oh, why can't I stay with you?

Darling, we've been through that.

There's a war on, it's the last ship.

We may never see each other again.

Don't forget me.

How could I?

There's so many things to remember,

all crowded into this one short week.

Unforgettable things.

Your hands, and the way you hold me.

And your eyes.

The way I have to stand
on my toes to kiss you.

I'll remember you, just as you are.

All of you.

Please, let's say goodbye here.

No, I want to be with
you as long as I can,

watch you go up the gangplank,

watch the ship sail.

Watching until there is nothing.

(ship horn blaring)

Waiter?

(soft music)

[Crew Member] All
passengers please be sure

and have your tickets to board the ship.

(crowd chattering)

Your baggage is in cabin, Missy,

and many flowers, all from Tuan Gordon.

I wish I could take
you with me, Ming Ling.

Missy is so kind.

Perhaps I'll come back
after the war and visit you.

Here, take this just to remind you of me.

Goodbye, Ming Ling.

Goodbye, Missy.

Goodbye, Matt.

Come soon, as soon as you can.

I will, darling.

Goodbye.

(ship horn blaring)

(whistle shrilling)

The moment she had gone I felt alone,

more alone than I'd ever been in my life,

and I wanted her back.

I wanted her desperately.

This way, Madam.

(swelling orchestral music)

Give me the desk, please.

Cadum?

This is Matt Gordon.

I'd like a room for a lady.

Yes, Miss Linda Grahame.

But only for a day or so,

and then we'll be moving in together.

(chuckles) I know, Cadum,
it's all right now.

No, it's all right.

We're getting married.

Yeah.

Thanks, Cadum.

He says he hopes we'll be happy.

He should know how happy.

Is that the way you propose?

Yeah.

I accept.

(swelling orchestral music)

[Matt] Hold it.

Black out, remember?

(ship horn blaring)

[Linda] Doesn't it seem strange seeing

her out there all alone?

Yeah.

Regrets?

Mm hm.

There's someone on board I miss terribly.

Who?

The steward who has my baggage.

(Matt chuckles)

All my alluring clothes.

I'm glad they've gone.

They knew you longer than I
did, and much more intimately.

Tomorrow you can buy anything you want.

Oh, are you a rich man?

I'm a pirate.

There's a treasure buried in that room.

In the floor?

Oh, that's too easy.

It's in the ceiling.

If nobody else finds it,
we'll have a fortune.

Oh, that's bad.

Why?

I have a friend at home.

- A girlfriend, darling.
- Uh huh.

She is two weeks older than I am

and consequently much more experienced.

She once told me that if I ever met man

that tells me he loves me,

that I should make him
spend all his money,

ruin him just to make sure he means it,

so let me ruin you fast.

How will I be ruined?

You're my last victim, darling.

(gentle music)

(bell tolling)

(children chattering)

♪ See his banners go ♪

♪ Onward Christian soldiers ♪

♪ Marching as to war ♪

♪ With the cross of Jesus ♪

There was a little chapel
like this behind our house.

I used to go there after
my mother and father died.

It was high up on a hill
and I could see for miles.

I used to search the horizon

and wonder what was ahead for me.

The roads below were like
white, winding threads.

People and cars seemed like black dots,

each one separate and alone,

just as I was.

But not anymore.

♪ With the cross of
Jesus going on before ♪

There now, that's all
for today, children.

Run along, put on your vestments.

It will time soon for services.

I'm sorry to bother you
on a Sunday, Sir, but we'd-

- Did you wish to make
arrangements for a wedding?

(chuckles) How could you tell?

That wasn't difficult to guess.

Emily, you had better help the children.

These young people seem to be in a hurry.

Will you come and sit down?

Now, your names, date and place of birth.

Matthew Gordon.

April 26th, 1910.

Brooklyn.

Linda Grahame.

September 11th, 1919.

Rochester, New York.

I was once in Brooklyn.

Why didn't I see you?

I was probably in
Rochester trying to find you.

It was Linda?

Grahame.

G-R-A-H-A-M.

G-R-A-H-A-M-E.

There's an E on the end.

There is?

Yes, darling.

What do you know (chuckles)?

You've both been baptized, I suppose?

Have you ever been married before?

[Linda and Matt] No, Sir.

You two haven't known each
other very long, have you?

It's our ninth day.

Oh, I see.

Well, now, will you please sign?

Here.

And here.

You understand you're just signing

the notice of intention to marry?

You have to wait three weeks

for the banns to be posted.

- Three weeks?
- Mm hm.

Well, it will give you time
to get better acquainted.

Thomas!

Thomas, they just said over the radio

that an important announcement is coming.

Everyone should stand by.

[Radio Announcer] Attention!

Attention!

The news has just been
released that Penang

has been bombed by two
flights of Japanese aircraft.

Japanese ground forces have invaded

the northern part of the peninsula.

All military personnel
and local defense corps

are requested to report
to stations at once.

This announcement will be
repeated every five minutes.

[Thomas] We knew it was coming.

[Emily] Thomas, what are we going to do?

When it comes, make the best of it.

Under the circumstances, Sir,

wouldn't it be possible for
us to be married sooner?

Please, couldn't you forget
the regulations just for once?

I feel so far as the church

is concerned it might be arranged.

Be here a week from Friday in the evening.

And don't forget the
ring and two witnesses.

- Thank you.
- God bless you.

Thank you.

(gentle piano music)

♪ Silent night ♪

♪ Holy night ♪

♪ All is calm ♪

♪ All is bright ♪

♪ Round yon virgin, mother and child ♪

♪ Holy infant, so tender and mild ♪

Even under the threat

of a Japanese attack we
celebrated Christmas.

The following evening we
were going to be married.

Shall we get our presents
and open them under the tree?

Would you rather?

No, too many people.

I think so too.

We'll have our own.

(soft music)

Well darling, where...

(pensive music)

Has nobody ever told you, Sascha?

You wear too much perfume.
Please!

Don't tear my shirt.

The material is irreplaceable.

The balcony has an amazing view.

You'll be able to watch
the Japs when they attack.

I'll try not to be here.

They may be here sooner than you think.

They're not so very far away.

(chuckles) What a pity.

The government can't turn
those large naval guns

to shoot inland.

(chuckles) That'd make
such a remarkable noise.

Sascha here is an expert on everything,

especially other people's belongings.

Oh, don't say that.

I just came here to tell you

that Mr. Mauribus still
expects your visit.

I haven't got time but give
him my regards, will you?

He'll be very disappointed.

I must apologize for having interrupted

such a charming tete-a-tete.

- Sascha?
- Hm?

Haven't you forgotten something?

Did I?

Oh, yes.

Merry Christmas.

(pensive music)

It might burn that irreplaceable shirt.

You're very thoughtful, Mr. Gordon.

Goodnight.

A charming fellow.

Merry Christmas, darling.

Matt, what did he mean?

Who is Mr. Mauribus?

Oh, uh, Santa Claus.

All right, keep your secrets.

Here, you open your present first.

All right.

(soft music)

Do you know what it is?

Yes, it's Burmese.

A Myanmar talisman.

One life, one love.

(music continues)

Thanks, darling.

Hey, come on, now open yours.

(swelling music)

[Linda] Oh!

[Matt] Do you like 'em?

Yes, but they must have cost a fortune.

No, I got 'em for nothing.

One day I was hungry so I ordered
some oysters, 100 oysters.

I was pretty hungry (chuckles).

When I opened them, what
do you think I found?

In each one there was a little pearl.

Wasn't that lucky?

You fished for each one
of these from your schooner.

(chuckles) You're learning, darling.

You used to say boat.

May I?

I'm experienced in opening locks.

Beautiful.

Perfectly matched.

You know we always think of you, Gordon,

in connection with pearls.

And suddenly Miss Grahame
who has spent every moment

with you since her arrival
in Singapore appears

with this remarkable necklace.

It's, how shall I say it?

An arresting coincidence.

Very arresting.

Are you trying to
imply that he stole it?

Not exactly.

The correct term would be smuggled.

For your information,

I bought that necklace in America.

In New York.

[D.C. Hewitt] May I ask where?

[Linda] You may, at Brett & Langworts.

It has a clasp of Malayan manufacture.

Brett & Langworts import
jewelry from all over the world.

Undoubtedly.

You'll forgive me if I
check with them by cable?

No, I won't.

But don't let that stop you.

I admire your frankness, Miss Grahame.

Thank you.

Now, may I have my necklace back?

It's yours, for the moment.

It will be a pity to
lock it up in the vault.

It looked beautiful on you last night.

Yes, I know.

It's very becoming.

May we go now?

Oh, of course.

Sorry to have inconvenienced you.

But we have to clean things up

with the Japanese practically
knocking on our gates.

Besides, I've had an affectionate interest

in Mr. Gordon for too long
a time to give up now.

You'll find that my interest

in Mr. Gordon is just as
affectionate as yours.

Merry Christmas.

You were perfect.

Matt?

Yes, I smuggled them.

Now that it's mine, can
I do what I want with it?

Sure.

Then I'll give it to Hewitt,

so he won't bother us anymore.

That won't stop him.

What else can he want?

A little bag of loose pearls worth

a quarter of a million dollars.

Where are they hidden, in you room?

That's what Hewitt would like to know.

Can't you sell them
without smuggling them?

For a fourth as much.

Does that make it worth the danger?

Maybe that's what I like about it.

Have you planned to
do that all your life?

Well, plans change.

I never planned to get married,

but I'll be married in half an hour.

- Will he arrest us?
- No.

Anyway, not you.

You see, you don't know where they are.

(crowd chattering)
(bombs exploding)

Well, where is my best man?

Come on!

The military just occupied your hotel.

(dramatic music)

I told Linda to wait for me.

I knew I shouldn't have
left, but the pearls.

I'd run so much risk to
get them and to keep them,

I had to get back to my hotel.

I'll' hurry, darling.

All right.

(siren wailing) (dramatic music)

[Matt] When I reached
the hotel enemy planes

were already over the city,
but I didn't turn back.

The pearls had become an obsession.

I had to have them.

Sorry, Sir.

[Radio Announcer] The
second Japanese force

is landing at Ubin Island.

Defense lines are being
formed at Seletar Aerodrome.

Calling local defense force.

(dramatic music)

[Soldier] Zeros.

One, two.

[Matt] They were still there,

near but there was nothing I could do.

Your room, old chap?

Yes, but it's all right,

I'll come back later and get my things.

(bomb exploding)

It will probably be much later,

if there's anything left of it.

(dramatic music)
(engines whirring)

(bombs exploding)

(crowd clamoring)

Ming Ling, where is she?

Where is she?

(dramatic music)

Come on, get out of
there, get out of there!

[Matt] When I came to, we
searched for hours everywhere,

until there was no hope left.

When we finally went back to my schooner,

I knew Linda was dead.

Are you Mr. Gordon?

Yes.

Would you take my wife
and children with you?

If you haven't room for
me, it doesn't matter.

Yes, I'll take them.

Get aboard, all of you.

(music continues)

I never meant to see Singapore again,

but now five years later I'm back,

but not for memories.

A quarter of a million dollars' worth

of pearls would bring anyone back.

I hate to disturb your reverie.

It's nice to have you
back in Singapore again.

Oh, Mr. Gordon, isn't
this a lovely hotel?

The view from our balcony
is simply enchanting.

But those sawed-down dink-pots

they call bathtubs have
bumps on the bottom.

I'd like to join you (chuckles).

Mrs. Bellows wants to see the town.

I just can't wait to meet the Orient.

Come along, Gerald.

Tourists.

The Japs were here four years

and didn't kill you off, huh?

Oh, they were very pleased with me.

I knew where all the hidden wealth was.

- And told them?
- Oh, no.

I just gave them a few
second-grade trinkets

from time to time to keep them happy.

Won't you join me?

No, thanks.

Before I forget, Mr.
Mauribus wants to see you.

Oh, is he still around too?

Oh, yes.

He has something that belongs to you.

What?

How should I know?

(bright music) (bell tolling)

Good afternoon.

Hello.

One moment, please.

It's all right,
Mauribus is expecting me.

Ah, Mr. Gordon.

Come in, come in my friend.

Sit here by my desk.

This is indeed an honor.

Your boy Sergeant tells me

you're holding something for me.

What is it?

Oh, don't be so impatient.

Have you an American cigarette?

Thank you.

Well (chuckles), I see
you haven't forgotten.

You're looking very well.

How was your war?

Very absorbing.

How was yours?

Oh, not too bad.

I like troubled times.

They keep the police occupied.

Looks like they're back in business.

But I'm not.

I'm just a tourist now, Mauribus.

I came back to Singapore
for sentimental reasons.

No, Gordon.

You came back here to get

a quarter million dollars worth
of pearls you left behind.

You have quite an imagination.

No, just a logical mind.

You were at sea in 1941

for five months from August to December.

Your harvest must have been good.

But strangely, you took no pearls

with you when you left here.

You figured that all out, huh?

You were kind enough to
evacuate a group of refugees.

Among them was an acquaintance of mine.

He found nothing.

There was no fishing during the war.

Pearls are very scarce.

I am willing to buy yours, at a price,

but I do mean to have them.

There aren't any.

I brought back nothing but copra.

Copra?

Here is a sample of your copra.

You remember this necklace?

(pensive music)

Where did you get it?

From a burnt-out mission.

A friend of mine found it
the night you left Singapore.

You remember that mission, don't you?

There was much confusion that night.

Some people died during the bombing.

I know.

Unfortunately the wrong ones.

I would gladly give
you this as a souvenir

when you sell me the other pearls,

the ones I know you have hidden.

No deal, and stop bothering me.

I'm not going to be here long
and I've quit being sociable.

Mr. Gordon, Singapore is
a very interesting city.

You will be here longer than you think.

(music continues)

Sascha?

Mr. Gordon doesn't want to be sociable.

Ah,

We do.

Watch him closely.

(door closes)

- Gerald?
- Huh?

Did you use my bottle of perfume,

the one I bought at the bazaar?

Did I what?

My bottle of perfume.

I left it here in this drawer.

Were you using it?

I haven't used perfume since
the day I proposed to you.

Sometimes I wish I hadn't.

I remember.

You were so romantic.

Perhaps the maid moved it.

Why don't you ask her?

I don't care if something is missing.

We're insured.

(water splashing)
(Gerald exclaims)

I did again!

Of all the...

Didn't they ever hear of using a pipe

to take the water from there to over here?

Going all over the floor.

Look at that mess.

Well, darling, it's
those little inconveniences

that make the Orient so interesting.

Now, hurry up and get dressed.

I don't want to be late.

Where you dragging me to tonight?

To the Chinese Theater.

Mr. Gordon says it's a must.

They're giving "Hamlet."

"Hamlet" in Chinese.

(bright orchestral music)

Are your rooms comfortable?

Outside of the bathtub I mean.

Oh, perfect.

We have a lovely suite.

The reason I ask is that I lived

in it for some time before the war.

It holds a lot of memories for me.

I imagine it's pretty much
the same as it was, isn't it?

That is, it could still
use a few coats of paint.

And how.

Our plaster is about to fall off.

Maybe they leave it that
way to please the women.

Mrs. Bellows calls it quaint.

I think I agree with Mrs. Bellows.

You wouldn't if you had to sit

in one of her antique chairs.

I've fallen through four times.

Oh, Gerald.

Mr. Gordon, are you familiar

with the temple in South Bridge Road?

Oh, yes.

And it's a must for every tourist.

There, Gerald.

What'd I tell you?

I don't care if it is far.

We're going there tomorrow.

They say that once a year the people

put on a perfectly wonderful
religious ceremony.

They walk on a heaping bed of fire.

That's a quaint thing to do.

(music continues)

Linda?

Linda?

Oh, were you speaking to me?

You don't know me?

I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't.

I think you are confusing

my wife with someone else.

I guess, they said I'm...

I beg your pardon.
That's quite all right.

(audience applauding)

I'm so sorry.

Pardon me?

Could you tell me the
name of the gentleman

with the lady in the white dress?

They're just sitting
down at the second table.

Yes, Sir.

Mr. and Mrs. Van Leyden.

He owns a plantation in Medan.

They're guests of Mr. Lew
Chin, head of the Empire Bank.

Thanks.

(bills rustling)

Thank you, Sir.

(soft music)

[Doorman] Good morning, Sir.

Is Mrs. Van Leyden home?

- Your name, Sir?
- Matt Gordon.

I'm an old friend of hers.

Step in, please.

(music continues)

(door closes)

Wait in there.

I will announce you.

Pardon me, Madam.

A Mr. Gordon to see you.

Gordon?

I don't know anyone-

- [Doorman] He says he's an old friend.

(gentle music)

Oh.

I didn't think I recognized the name.

You spoke to me last night.

Look, Linda, there's no-one around now.

What's the matter?

What's happened to you?

My name isn't Linda.

What kind of a game is this?

Why don't you want to know me?

You must be mistaken.

I've never heard of Linda.

Linda Grahame.

With an "E" on the end.

Doesn't that sound familiar?

I'm sorry, I'm afraid it doesn't.

Maybe I can refresh your memory.

We met here in Singapore five years ago.

You had a servant named Ming Ling.

Ming Ling?

You've forgotten her too, huh?

And I suppose you don't remember
Commissioner Hewitt either?

I've met Commissioner Hewitt
but he never called me Linda.

[Michael] Ann!

Yes, Michael?

Come along, my darling.

We're waiting for you to play doubles.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

This is Mr. Gordon, my
husband Michael Van Leyden.

How do you do?

Hello.

We sort of met last night.

That's right.

Michael, Mr. Gordon insists
that I'm someone else.

A Miss Grahame.

Or is it Missus?

It's Miss.

Obviously a case of mistaken identity.

But Mr. Gordon says that I-

- Ann, can I speak to you a moment?

Yes, of course.

Will you excuse us?

Certainly.

(pensive music)

Well darling, we knew something

like this might happen one day, didn't we?

Yes, we talked about it so often.

I thought I'd be prepared but,

now that it has happened,
it's quite a shock.

To see someone who says he knows me,

mentions names, people, and
not to be able to remember.

It's like hearing about a stranger.

Linda Grahame.

She is a stranger, Ann.

But he may be able to help us, Michael.

He seems to be sincere.

Perhaps he is.

The point is, do we want to find out?

I don't know.

I'm so mixed up.

Darling,

have you been happy with me?

Yes, you know that.

Well, there's your answer.

We don't have to know about the past.

Would it make any difference to you?

Perhaps.

It might make a lot of
difference to both of us.

I rather expected this visit,

so I thought I'd try and
find out who Mr. Gordon was.

I did from the police.

They're very interested in him.

Do you trust me?

More than myself.

Thank you, darling.

Now let me handle this alone, will you?

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Mrs. Van Leyden sends her apologies.

That's understandable.

You knew my wife before the war?

Yes, I knew her.

And you're still concerned about her?

Certainly I'm concerned about her.

What's wrong with her?

Why didn't she remember me?

Mr. Gordon, she
remembers none of her past.

She only recalls her life from the time

she woke up in hospital after an air-raid.

(dramatic music)

So, that's what happened.

Hm.

We met in that hospital.

We were three years in a prison camp.

We were married, we
built a whole new life.

She's happy and I want
her to remain that way.

But how can she be happy
when she doesn't remember

the greater part of her life?

Maybe the best part.

What kind of happiness is that?

I don't think I made
myself clear, Mr. Gordon.

I don't care to know about my wife's past.

Well, maybe you don't, but I do.

And I think it is up to her to decide

what part of her life
she wants to remember,

and what part she wants to forget.

(dramatic music)

Anything else, Mr. Gordon?

No.

Not for the moment.

(pensive music)

Well, if she's the best
you can find, I'll take her.

I don't think you will
regret your choice, Mr. Gordon.

When can you have the papers ready?

It won't take long.

Get me a good crew and
supplies for three months.

Are you going into trading again?

No, the sea is a good place
to get your health back.

You don't look sick.

I'm not.

(phone ringing)

Police Headquarters, Desk.

Yes, that's what we're here for.

Who?

Mrs. Van Leyden.

I'm trying to locate the address

of a woman named Ming Ling.

Well, I'm not sure.

Chinese I suppose.

Can you give us a description?

You can't?

Well, that makes it a little difficult.

Do you know at least who she works for?

Linda Grahame.

Oh, before the war.

Well, we'll do our best, Mrs. Van Leyden.

Your telephone number?

If we learn anything, we'll call you.

Thank you very much.

(gentle music)

(Ann speaking in Chinese) Ming Ling?

(woman speaking in Chinese)

(Ann speaking in Chinese)

(woman speaking in Chinese)

(Ann speaking in Chinese)

(music continues)

(Ann speaking in Chinese) Ming Ling?

Mrs. Grahame!

Mrs. Grahame!

Mrs. Grahame, I thought you dead!

Ming Ling?

Ming Ling, yes.

So happy.

Remember?

You give to me.

Always wear it, always.

(Ming Ling speaking in Chinese)

Come in house, my house.

I'm married, Missy Grahame.

Have beautiful babies.

(gentle music)

It is boy, a son.

[Ann] He's beautiful.

Beautiful. (Baby crying)

There are two things I can rely on,

my appetite and my instinct.

Gordon came back for the pearls.

They must be hidden in
his old room in the hotel.

Then why hasn't he
made the slightest effort

to find if they're still there?

Because somebody else has that room now

and he's smart enough to
know he's being watched

by us and by Hewitt.

As far as I can see, his
only interest is in that lady

who now calls herself Van Leyden.

Ah, that's sentiment.

The pearls are business.

Maybe the two are connected?

Come in, Pepe.

Pepe and I used to work together

before I joined you in big business.

Pepe's had a conference with Mr. Gordon.

Oh?

What about?

I'm a loyal man, Mr. Mauribus.

What's in it for me if I talk?

Twice as much as if you don't.

That's 200.

(bills rustling)

[Mr. Mauribus] First, be disloyal.

I'm in the business of
manufacturing official papers.

Unofficially, of course.

Mr. Gordon wants an American
passport for a lady.

The name is Grahame.

He wants to take her on a voyage

with or without her consent.

And when does this voyage take place?

Mr. Gordon has to make
certain arrangements.

That's all he told me.

Could I?

And if you want anything else,

Sascha knows where to find me.

With or without her consent.

Interesting.

Very.

(pensive music)

(bell dings)

Call Mr. Gordon, he
is in the writing room.

(music continues)

You will find her at the bar.

We'll take care of this later.

(soft music)

Hello.

I wasn't sure I'd find
you here at this hour.

Won't you sit down?

How did you happen to pick this table?

I don't know, it's quiet and...

Why?

I just wondered.

Your favorite drink?

Gin Sling, yes.

We always have them at
home, at the plantation.

Nothing for me.

I saw Ming Ling.

You did?

It was difficult finding
her, but the police helped me.

She too says I'm Linda Grahame.

[Matt] What else did she tell you?

Oh, not very much.

You see, I didn't go to find out about me.

I wanted to find out
about us, and now I know.

And you remember?

It was like, like hearing a story

about someone I didn't
know, someone who's dead.

All right.

If Linda is dead to you let her be dead.

We're alive, you and I.

We're sitting here.

It's the same table, the same drink

just as it was five years ago.

Can't you see it doesn't make

any difference if you remember or not?

If I'd never known you,

if I'd seen you today for the first time,

I'd love you just as I did before.

Can't you see that?

And it's got to be the
same with you, isn't it?

Answer me.

Oh, I wish I could, but...

There is no answer.

There can't be.

Because you're married?

Yes.

There is no happiness if it
means hurting someone else.

Didn't my husband tell you how we met?

He said you were both interned.

During the whole war.

I was lonelier than anyone else.

You see, I didn't even have any memories.

The present was completely
empty, cut off from everything.

Without Michael, there
would have been no future.

You want me to keep out of it?

Is that what you want to say?

You can only be someone
I met two days ago.

(boat horn blaring)

I must go now.

I won't see you again.

We're returning to the plantation.

What are your plans?

They changed in the last five minutes.

Whatever they are, I wish you good luck.

Thanks.

Goodbye.

Please let me go alone.

Just one thing more.

I want to give this back to you.

One life, one...

(swelling orchestral music)

When can we send your
bags to the airport?

We'll be finished packing
in a couple of hours.

Mr. Gordon, what luck.

We were hoping to see you to say goodbye.

When are you leaving?

In the morning.

In the midst of the dawn, so to speak.

Five a.m.

I'd like to meet the maniac who
thinks up tourist schedules.

Look, whenever you come
to Minneapolis look us up.

Bellows & Sons, plumbing fixtures.

Well, if we don't see you again-

- Oh, you'll be seeing me.

I'm leaving on the same plane.

Oh, really?

Gerald, what a wonderful coincidence.

- Yes, isn't it.
- Mm hm.

Mr. Bellows?

Excuse me.

The tour is leaving in two hours.

Thank you.

We have one last temple to see.

It's got a gold plated roof.

Gold leaf, Gerald.

I still say asbestos shingles
are cheaper and better.

Come along, Gerald.

We have to finish our packing.

(guests chattering)

[Gerald] I'm so tired
I can't stand on my feet.

All this packing, and now you
drag me to another temple.

[Mrs. Bellows] If only you hadn't broken

that Chinese vase.

I'm not a packer, I'm just a plumber.

(pensive music)

The service department.

Hello, this is Mr. Bellows in 202.

The ceiling fan in my room

has stopped working and
it's unbearably hot.

Send a boy up to fix it and make it quick.

(music continues)

(repairman knocking)

Just a minute, there's
somebody at the door.

Come in.

Go ahead, Mrs. Thorne.

What was that?

Yeah.

Wait just a minute.

I can't hear what you're saying.

Boy, I'm talking to New York.

You're making so much
noise I can't hear a thing.

Will you get out and come
back in half an hour?

Just leave the ladder where it is.

Yeah, go ahead Mrs. Thorne.

(door closes)

Is Mr. Gordon in?

Yes, Commissioner.

- Should I-
- No, no.

I want to make it a surprise visit.

- His room is 200?
- That's right.

(pensive music)

(elevator doors opening)

(D.C. Hewitt knocking)

Gordon?

(music intensifies)

(phone ringing)

Hello Commissioner.

Homesick for your old room?

No, I was saying goodbye

to some American friends of mine.

Just a social call.

In your shirt sleeves?

[Matt] You and your British formalities.

Your friends must
have left by the window.

Come on, Gordon, let's have the pearls.

Pearls?

I don't know what you're
talking about, Hewitt.

It fits.

May we take your luggage, Sir?

Sure, it's all right with me.

Just a minute.

Let's go to your room.

Why don't you look
for the pearls in here?

They might be under the mattress.

Forget them for the moment, Gordon.

I have a few questions.

Go ahead.

You'll find me as talkative as an oyster.

I hear you've met the Van Leydens?

That's right.

She was here in the bar
with earlier this afternoon.

Yeah.

[D.C. Hewitt] Did she seem
all right when she left?

Certainly. Why?

Because she never got home.

(dramatic music)

What do you mean she never got home?

She was expected at two o'clock.

It's now five and still no trace of her.

I thought you might
know something about it.

No, I don't.

Perhaps not.

How did she leave here, in a taxi?

I don't know, I was in the bar.

Any ideas?

No.

I don't like this, Gordon.

If you find out anything, call my office.

(pensive music)

(phone ringing)

[Johnson] Deputy
Commissioner Hewitt's office.

Thank you.

Tilson back from the docks?

No, Sir.

Any word on Mrs. Van Leyden?

Not yes, Sir.

Did you find him?

Yes, he was at the hotel.

Well, why didn't you bring him in?

He had nothing to do with it.

Anyway, that's what he said.

And you take his word when you tell me

he's a criminal and a smuggler?

He's a gambler like most Americans.

He smuggled because he loves the risk,

and trying to make a fool out
of me is an added pleasure.

You make him sound very romantic.

Where are you going?

If you can't get the truth
out of him, I'm going to.

You won't find him at the hotel.

If I judge Gordon rightly,

he's just as anxious to
find your wife as we are.

Did he tell you why Ann went to see him?

No, but I can guess.

Mrs. Van Leyden inquired

at headquarters yesterday
about Ming Ling's address.

Ming Ling was Linda Grahame's servant.

Well, they didn't give it to her?

Why not?

That's their job.

(Johnson knocking)

Come in.

- Hello, Johnston.
- Mr. Hussein.

- Commissioner.
- How do you do?

Mr. Hussein tells me

that Gordon commissioned
him to buy a schooner.

Really?

Did he give any reason?

No, Sir.

I asked him if he was
going into trading again.

He said no.

Nothing else said, eh?

He did make a joke.

He said the sea was a good
place to get one's health back.

I said he didn't look sick.

He said he wasn't.

There you have it.

Ann's health, her mental health.

That's all he could have meant.

And you say he wasn't
planning to take her away.

That's all, Mr. Hussein, thank you.

Goodnight, Commissioner.

Now are you convinced?

You've got to stop him.

- Bring Gordon in.
- Yes, Sir.

If he is not at the hotel,
send out a general order.

Yes, Sir.

(gentle music)

[Matt] Hello Khan.

Good evening, Tuan Gordon.

Would you like drink?

No.

(pensive music)

I've been looking for you, Pepe.

Why do you think I'm paying you?

Where is she?

I don't know what you're
talking about, Mr. Gordon.

You told me to wait.

Who did you tell about the passport?

Didn't I pay you to keep your mouth shut?

Who paid you more?

Was it Mauribus?

Come on, was it?

Where have they taken her?

I don't know.

They didn't tell me.

I swear I don't know.

(pensive music)

You've got to tell the truth!

Where did he hide those pearls?

I don't know.

I can't remember.

I can't remember anything.

(music continues)

(car door slams)

(music intensifies)

(glass shatters)

(lock clicks)

(mysterious music)

(water splashing)
(music continues)

(bell ringing)

(bright music)
(patrons chattering)

What do you say, Jimmy?

Oh, Mr. Gordon.

Long-time not have the pleasure.

I've been away.

Give me a pint.

(music continues)

Has Sascha Barda been around?

He does not come here anymore.

No?

He used to like the place.

Now he is part owner
of the Macau Cabaret.

The Macau, huh?

Comin' up in the world.

That's all right.

Thank you.

But I told you, I've not seen it before.

You're lying!

You were in his room the
night I tried to steal it.

(hand slaps) (Linda whimpers)

(woman singing in French)

Monsieur?

You're new here aren't you?

Oui, Monsieur.

My name's Gordon.

I have an appointment with Mr. Barda.

Monsieur Barda is not in.

But he may be here later?

Monsieur Barda might
not come at all tonight.

I'll take a chance.

Do you have a quiet
place where I could wait?

(music continues)
(audience applauding)

What do you wish, Monsieur?

I wanna talk to Barda.

Send him up as soon as he gets here.

(music continues)

(audience applauding)

(gun cocks)

Tell Mr. Mauribus Mr. Gordon is waiting.

(man knocking)

Come in.

Don't you recognize this necklace?

It belongs to you.

I saw you wear it.

You'd better remember soon,

or you won't be able to
remember anything ever again.

What did he do with those pearls?

- Sascha.
- Hm?

(Mr. Mauribus speaking faintly)

The young lady is loyal to her friend.

Let her see if her friend
will be loyal to her.

I am sorry dear lady,

but as they say in your
country business is business.

Where did he hide those pearls?

Why, Mr. Gordon.

I never expected this honor.

Skip the preliminaries, Sascha.

You know why I'm here.

To bring the pearls, perhaps?

Mr. Mauribus will be so pleased.

(chuckles) He always said
you'd listen to reason.

You smell good, Sascha,
but you're not very bright.

Not very bright and not very fast.

Now come on, I want my share.

- What share?
- Of the pearls you stole.

Now, don't tell me you didn't.
(fist thuds)

[Sascha] I didn't, I didn't Mr. Gordon.

Really I didn't.

Don't lose your temper, Mr. Gordon.

I'm sure we can settle this peacefully.

Okay, Mauribus. I see your point.

Take his gun.

(gentle piano music)

(hand slaps)

You shouldn't have hit me.

What makes you think we have the pearls?

All right, you wanna play games?

You got 'em out of the fan

in my room where I had 'em hidden.

Well, you can keep 'em,
all I want is my cut.

I would gladly pay you, Mr. Gordon.

Unfortunately, through the
inefficiency of my associate,

I am unable to do so.

We have no pearls.

Somebody else-

- No one else knew where they were!

Except one person and she...

Hey, wait a minute.

Many gentlemen make the mistake

of trusting the lady of the moment.

That's why she disappeared.

That's why she was so
scared when I met her again.

Only this afternoon,

she came to find out if I
was suspicious of anything.

Sascha, you're not the
only fool in this room.

Thanks for the tip.

I'll get her.

I'll show her who's the-
I can save you the trip.

The lady is here.

She's here?

I don't believe it.

A difficult man to convince.

(gentle piano music)
(patrons chattering)

(Linda sobbing) (pensive music)

Well, you're better than I thought.

They asked me about pearls.

This man showed me a necklace (sobbing).

What do they want of me?

What do they want of you?

How long has she been giving you this?

Two hours.

It won't take that long to find out.

Just let me alone with her.

I prefer to watch the proceedings.

All right.

Come on honey, spill it.

So you wanted the pearls
for yourself, huh?

Or did you promise your
husband to keep quiet?

Is he in on the deal?

Come on, I don't want
to beat it out of you

but you're asking for it.

Come on, talk!

(shots firing) (music continues)

(gentle music)

(buzzer buzzing)

Get Mr. Van Leyden.

- What happened?
- She's had a bad fall.

You better call the doctor.
I'll take her.

- Call Dr. Craig.
- Yes, Sir.

Gordon, I owe you an apology.

For a moment I thought that she was-

- Forget it.

Where was she?

You'll get a police report.

I'll just wait around and find

out what the doctor has to say.

She's had rather a nasty
fall, but no real damage.

She shouldn't have been
unconscious all this time, though.

Has she been under any
emotional strain, shock?

Yes, I'm afraid she has.

In a kind of a coma.

There's nothing to worry about, though.

It will pass.

Well, that's all I can do now,

but I'll stop in tomorrow.

You keep that arm of yours in a sling

for a couple of weeks, Mr. Gordon.

Well, that's that.

I guess I won't be
seeing you again, Hewitt.

I'm leaving Singapore on
the five o'clock plane.

Good hunting.

Goodbye, Van Leyden.

Gordon, I would like to say that-

- No speeches if you don't mind.

[Michael and Matt] Goodbye.

(anticipatory music)

(door closes)

Matt.

Ming Ling, look outside.

(airplane engine whirring)

(bomb exploding)

Matt, Matt!

(mysterious music)

There, my darling.

Don't be frightened.

(Linda whimpers) (gentle music)

Oh, it's you, Michael.

There's no fire, no bombs?

No, everything's quiet.

(Linda exhales)

Where's Matt?

Matt Gordon.

I saw him again, didn't I?

Yes.

I knew someday he'd come back.

I'd like to see him,
Michael, just for a moment.

[Michael] He's leaving.

But I must see him.

I'll phone the airport.

No, don't.

Perhaps it's better this way.

(gentle music)

You love him, don't you?

I know you do.

Oh, Michael, don't ask me now.

It's all so sudden.

The things I remember
now, and all the things

that have happened in the past few days...

Oh, give me time.

I have so much to think about.

(swelling orchestral music)

(door opens)

(door closes)

Sorry to see you leave
so soon, Mr. Gordon.

So am.

(mysterious music)

The car is waiting, Sir.

Michael?

Darling.

Let's go back to the plantation today.

Everything will be just as it was before.

Will it, Linda?

I'll try, Michael.

I'm so grateful to you.

You've been wonderful all these years,

the best friend I've ever had.

You know you can count on me.

Gratitude, friendship.

Everything but the one
word I want to hear.

That's reserved for Matt.

You won't admit it because you're my wife

and you don't want to hurt me.

I wish I deserved it.

But you do.

No.

For three years I've known all about you.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't want to lose you.

I knew all about Matt Gordon, too.

What happened to me,
it's not your fault.

But I could have
helped you, but I didn't.

That young doctor who
was on the plantation,

he said he could have cured
you, but I sent him away.

Do you still think I'm your best friend?

Yes.

I'll try and prove it to you.

Come along.

[Gate Agent] Flight 5,
now boarding at Gate 2.

We bought nothing but antiques.

At least that's what
they've charged us for it.

We're lucky.

Look at poor Mr. Gordon.

Why that's an absolute outrage!

I'm glad they are my bags and not yours.

Why, he didn't even touch ours.

Where are they going with those?

Gerald, if they mess up
those things of mine,

I'm going straight to the American Consul.

They won't, Mrs. Bellows.

I'll take care of it.

A perfect gentleman, Mr. Gordon.

They're in the that one,
Hewitt, in a shoe bag.

And just to make it worth your while.

Is this a confession or a declaration?

That's up to you to decide.

[Gate Agent] Final
call, Flight 5 for Manila,

- Honolulu and San Francisco.
- Your plane?

That's still up to you.

Have a good trip.

You know, Hewitt, I'm
sorry I'm leaving so soon

when I'm just beginning to like you.

(engine rumbling)

[Gate Agent] All aboard, please.

- Mr. Gordon?
- Yes.

(engine rumbling)

(airplane engine whirring)

[Flight Attendant] Fasten
your seatbelts, please.

(tires squealing)

[Gate Agent] Now taking
off, Fight 5 for Manila,

Honolulu and San Francisco.

(passengers chattering)

(airplane engine whirring)

(solemn music)

(buzzer buzzing)

No reason for nervousness,
ladies and gentlemen.

We've been ordered back.

Please fasten your seatbelts again.

(swelling orchestral music)

(triumphant orchestral music)