"A sampan loaded with bean-cake fertilizer
"will be waiting for you at Beggars Point.
Good luck, Captain Wilder. Your friends."
My friends. That's a laugh, eh, Baby?
Escape, my achin' fantail.
They think I'm nuts because I talk to you.
I'm not sap enough to fall for that.
Well, what have I got to lose?
A lousy mattress.
Come on in, comrades, and get warm.
How am I doin', black pigeon?
I'm onto your brainwashin' tricks.
You're not foolin' this old China hand!
No, sir. Not today, gentlemen!
Hello, Amoy, you dog-eared old post card.
I've been lookin' at you for 2 years,
but Hong Kong's my town, eh, Baby?
Remember when they grabbed
that rust bucket of a freighter of mine?
I thought they were pirates the way they swarmed over,
till I saw their stinkin' tennis shoes.
What smells, comrade?
Your feet or the mattress?
Both?
Come here, lard head.
As long as I'm breakin' out of here,
I'm gonna let you in on a little secret.
Every hour that you kept me in a blood bath
puttin' my brain through a ringer,
I was talkin' to Baby here...
jokes, sex, anything.
That's how I beat you jerks at your own game,
and by the way, comrade, Baby is a beautiful doll.
I could almost believe you'd been bribed.
Say good-bye to comrade, Baby.
Why, you dirty little...
A Russian uniform.
It's a gun! It's real!
It's loaded!
This may be a trick.
Well, if it is, somebody's gonna get hurt.
Powder your nose, Baby.
We're gettin' outta here.
Where are you taking me? To the mainland?
Who sent you?
What's the matter? Don't you savvy Chinese, either?
Well, there's one thing good about you...
you don't wear those stinking tennis shoes.
Don't let that ferryboat worry you.
I think he'll do, eh, Baby?
"I've been watching that Queen Mary there."
over to Amoy and back to the mainland...
up and back and busted down.
She'd bust a gut if she tried to make 6 knots.
8 knots, Captain.
Say that again.
8 knots, Captain.
I ought to wrap that oar around your neck.
What's your name?
I am called Big Han.
All right, Big Han, open up.
Who sent you and where are you taking me?
So that's it.
OK.
Is that where we're heading?
It is my village.
What is your village called?
Chiku Shan.
Welcome to our humble village, eminent brother.
We trust your journey
has been without wayward incident.
We are the elders.
Mr. Sing, Mr. Han,
and this unworthy who serves as headman called Tao.
Did I spell your name right, Captain Wilder?
What?
I wrote the note. I'm Cathy Grainger.
Yes. I remember. Thank you.
Come, there is food and a soft bed
awaiting our illustrious guest.
It's lovely here. You'll like it.
Am I staying long?
None of us are.
Look, what's going on? What am I doing here?
You're one of God's footsteps.
What?
That's Mr. Tao's way of saying a miracle.
A miracle?
Me?
You'll be staying here.
Who lives here?
I do.
You must rest, eminent brother.
Then we shall talk.
All I need is a little time to clean up.
Shall I make a confession?
Why not?
You're younger than I expected Captain Wilder to be.
I'm glad.
Hang on to me, Baby.
Nice room, you bet. You likey?
Me likey.
Doctor's clothes maybe fit.
Her father's?
Him called away.
Before time, Chiku Shan sad.
You come. Now everybody happy.
That's just great.
And Missy Cathy... she very happy, too.
What's that supposed to be, Baby?
The village taxi?
"Missy Cathy... she very happy, too."
Missy Cathy not bad, either,
but don't let that worry you, Baby.
So, you're one of God's footsteps, a miracle...
Who needs a decent shave.
A miracle that talks to himself, eh, Baby?
I thought you were alone.
I'm never alone. I was talkin' to Baby.
But don't let that frighten you.
I'm so sane it hurts.
Baby?
Sure. she's up there or there.
Or there. She's always up there.
She was the one trick I had up my sleeve
when I was a guest of the commies
to keep me from beatin' my head against the wall.
You might introduce me.
Baby, meet Cathy.
"You have sailed this coast, Captain Wilder?"
What's this all about?
We require 300 miles of experience.
The villagers put up the bribe money for your escape.
We're entitled to find out what kind of skipper you are.
Well, I've knocked around these waters
from Port Arthur to Singapore
in every kind of a ship
under a half a dozen flags.
Does that answer your question?
Quite so.
Could the illustrious Captain
take a ship to Hong Kong without maps?
Well, I never tried it without maps,
but this coast is littered with wrecks
that have tried it with them.
Still, you have navigated these dangers many times.
It could be done.
Captain Wilder, you may reject
our unworthy plan and travel your own way to freedom.
In that event, we only request
sealed lips beyond these village walls.
One unguarded word
and our 180 lives would be forfeited.
Our people have chosen to leave red China.
Plus goats, ducks, pigs,
and a number of trained canaries.
We can no longer live in honor
under the hawks and dogs who now sit in Peiping.
For more than a year, we have planned every detail.
It was one of God's footsteps that brought you to Amoy.
Now we are ready. We ask you to guide us
through Formosa Strait to freedom.
300 miles down Blood Alley?
Quite so.
Well, you have no charts.
What do you expect to use for a ship?
There is but one in the harbor suitable for our plan...
the ferryboat.
The ferryboat?
A lousy stern-wheeler?
Why, that wouldn't last 10 minutes in Blood Alley!
I've watched that relic for 2 years now.
When it's not broken down,
you couldn't get 6 knots out of it.
8.
Well, with that added speed,
you could probably get clear to the outer harbor
before the patrol boat climbed on your backs.
We have other plans for the patrol boat.
Well, what plans have you for the gunboats
in the harbor south of here?
By voyaging only at night or in the fog,
we expect to avoid the enemy.
And I'm supposed to navigate
at night or in a fog without charts?
Quite so.
She's a flat-bottomed river boat
that probably draws about 2 feet of water.
Well, the Formosa Straits is no river.
First time you hit whitecaps,
she'll break apart.
It is a solid ship
built in your own illustrious country.
Great.
Had the eminent brother not seen these objections,
we would think him a fool.
Quite so.
Well...
You better give me time to think.
As you wish.
Honorable Captain, I must warn you...
one of our families is unreliable.
Commie?
Regrettably.
Today, the Fengs are in Changchow
for a people's celebration.
Until their return,
you have the freedom of our village walls.
Freedom. you hear that, Baby?
Dandy.
You think it's utterly mad, don't you?
Strictly for the birds.
Look, you're caught up in this village fever,
but the world outside
isn't running your kind of a temperature.
A trip down Blood Alley in a ferryboat
is no Sunday excursion.
Then maybe we'll go on a Monday... Eh, Baby?
Excuse me.
That's all right.
This is my favorite spot.
No one comes up here anymore but me.
Live here long?
7 years.
You must like it.
Sometimes I hate it.
Sometimes I think if I have to stay another day,
I'll turn to stone, like everything else in Chiku Shan.
If I don't, what then?
You wait for some other China skipper
to get washed ashore?
I should think you'd be proud
to do something for these people.
There's 500 million of these people.
I don't intend to play David to China's Goliath.
What are they doing with those stones?
That's one of our secrets, Captain Wilder.
Down Blood Alley in a ferryboat.
Give it to me straight.
There must be some better reason
why your 3 wise men chose the ferryboat.
There is. Mr. Tao's nephew is the chief engineer.
Keeping it in the family, eh?
Your father must be a big man.
He is, here.
The reds intend to keep him here.
He's the only doctor along the river.
When's he getting back?
I don't know. They flew him
all the way down to Haifeng
to operate on some very important commissar.
What does he think of this ferryboat trip?
Dad's always wanted to be a ship's doctor.
What's that waiting for,
somebody to build a road?
Old Feng got rich in the Philippines.
He brought it home with him.
Commie, huh?
The japs took the engine and tires years ago.
It was too much trouble getting the body down,
so they left it.
Now he just sits in it,
and his sons and grandsons and nephews keep it polished.
It's gonna get mighty lonely here.
We're taking them with us.
You're what?
They'd be held responsible. They'd all be killed.
Now, wouldn't that be just too bad, eh, Baby?
That means the little ones, too.
Rocks, tides, screwball currents...
300 miles of 'em... and fog.
Not even a chart to go by.
They don't know what they're asking for.
One of God's footsteps.
I wonder what that stretch of coast really looks like
rock by rock, mile by mile... remember?
But if you made it... If you made it...
it'd be a sweet bit of grand larceny.
A whole village scratched off the red map
and put down in Hong Kong.
Wouldn't be bad, eh, Baby?
Susu!
Bring me a piece of paper that big...
as big as a window. You understand?
And something to write with.
My getcha, you bet.
Let's see, there's Half-Tide Reef...
off Swatow, isn't it?
Pagoda Point. Think.
Jeez, you gotta remember every landmark.
There's three chimney bluff.
Plenty big piece, you bet.
Plenty big, you bet. Scram!
Oh, Baby.
Amoy..
Hong Kong.
300 miles.
Breakers Point... there's a lighthouse there,
remember, Baby?
Don't let's forget Brothers Islets.
And what about Chilang Point light?
Where were the graveyard of ships?
Were they at Honghai Bay?
Were they, Baby?
Yeah.
Well, not bad for a start, eh, Baby?
Susu!
Want you very number-one wash?
Tell Mr. Tao him catchy
very number-one ferryboat Captain.
That won't be necessary. I already have.
Captain Wilder, wake up!
Wake up!
Captain Wilder!
I'm awake.
The soldiers are in the lagoon.
This house will be
one of the first they search.
Please hurry. Mr. Tao's waiting outside.
You know what will happen if they find me?
I know what they'll do to the village.
Makes me a kind of a one-man plague, doesn't it?
You will be safe among our honored ancestors.
I'm to stay here?
They await the proper time for burial
according to our customs.
So this has been prepared for just such an emergency.
Would you kindly help me?
I want you to know
I appreciate this very much.
Are you comfortable, Baby?
Maybe we better talk about other things.
That 300 miles...
Goat Island, thunderhead, remember?
And Pedro Blanco. Where is Pedro...
Baby! the chart!
That chart has "escape" written all over it.
Cathy.
Cathy?
Next time we'll trust her, eh, Baby?
Captain Wilder!
Are you trying to kill us all?
In my room.
Mr. Tao told us to stay with the Han family.
Comrades aren't always well-mannered.
Get back to the Hans.
I'll be all right.
I'm staying. Don't be a fool just because I was.
Shove off.
Don't ever try ordering me around, Captain Wilder,
and keep your hands to yourself!
Get in bed.
Under the mattress.
This is quite a piece of real estate you sleep in.
Where's my chart?
I had Susu burn it in the kitchen.
You what?
There wasn't time to find a safe place.
That's great.
You were seen from the ferryboat last night.
Heroes in tennis shoes.
One of the deckhands remembered the smell of bean cake.
Now they're trying to thrash answers out of Big Han.
They'll never get to first base.
Your hero is coming back.
I'll handle it.
Get out of here.
Get out!
I'm not very good at saying thank you.
Then don't bother.
You were certainly cool and efficient.
It wasn't pretty, but it was silent.
Why did you kill him?
Well, it seemed like a good idea.
Do you think I'm the first woman
ever touched by a soldier?
He'll be missed.
You may have ruined everything.
Start makin' sense.
I would have lived through
the affair in the hall without you.
Stop kidding me. You're glad I came along.
With a little luck, they'll think he went over the hill.
We'll grab that ferry boat tomorrow
and be gone before they miss him.
You better go
before I start making a fool of myself.
Over what?
Over you.
Now, wait a minute.
You're a nice kid.
So far I've managed to keep my hands off of you,
but don't press your luck,
and don't kid yourself about me.
I won't.
I hate the reds because they closed
a lot of Chinese ports where I have dames...
Chinese, Eurasian, and white Russian.
We ever get back to Hong Kong,
you can step back up to your world where you belong,
and I'll get back down to mine.
I can't believe
that's all the reds mean to you.
Let's cut the anchor once and for all.
Somebody pinned the bleeding heart of China on your sleeve,
but they never got around to me.
There's been some trouble.
I had to kill a soldier.
He's hidden in the kitchen.
Such things are sometimes necessary.
Well, we'd better pirate that ferryboat
and shove off.
That will be impossible.
The soldiers brought news
there was boiler damage in the south river.
Our ferryboat no longer runs.
What you think you do? Keep closed! Understand?
The commie family's back?
You must stay in house now.
Any news on the ferry?
Soon maybe.
How about Cathy's old man?
Not come back yet.
My thinky captain sailor man need cutty hair.
My cutty, all right?
My thinky captain saily man want bathy.
All right? Can do.
Captain sailor man have before time pretty wife?
Married?
Likey Missy Cathy?
Missy Cathy,
she likey captain sailor man.
Eee, my thinky so.
What you thinky about Missy Cathy?
I thinky you talky too muchy.
You remind me of a barber in Baltimore.
Missy Cathy get old now.
Needing husband man.
She makey pretty fine wife, you bet.
You likey? My fixy.
My fetchy joss pigeon man.
Are you blind, Susu?
Can't you see it's you who's got the saily man's eye?
You crazy.
I'm crazy about you!
I thinky hair all cutty.
Gimme a kiss!
You crazy crazy! Full of ginger!
Captain sailor man crazy,
full of ginger.
Bell go ding-dong, my come chop chop.
Yeah?
Captain Wilder, can I come in?
I wouldn't recommend it.
I'm full of ginger and also in the bathtub.
Well, Mr. Tao's nephew has come home.
- He's here. - The chief engineer?
- Yes. - Send him in.
Oh, American, huh?
Call me tack.
Well, light your cigar and stay a while, tack.
I bring these for you.
Been to San Pedro, Captain?
Sure.
That town for the birds.
Wish I back there.
I train, learn marine engineer in states.
Light?
Who blew up our ferryboat?
Me.
Amoy paper, see?
Today we on front page.
What happened?
Iron boiler no good. I blow.
You what?
Damage not bad.
Old wine sack in pilothouse want more steam.
I give. Whoom!
We never make Hong Kong with old iron boiler.
I plenty good engineer. Know my stuff.
Now repair yard give us new steel boiler.
How long will it take?
Maybe 5 days.
You worried about comrade in kitchen?
I'll put today paper in his pocket,
dump him far away on south river.
They figure he been in Amoy,
forget about us.
Good deal. That'll take about 5 days.
We'll need a black gang.
All set.
Wine sack of skipper never know what go on under his feet.
I train my cousins many months ago.
Great black gang.
- Oil. - Oil no worry.
- She burn wood. - Wood?
Yeah. low-pressure steam. 50 pound.
Whoom!
Tell me more
about this oceangoing stove of yours.
She plenty fine ship.
Got strong bottom.
Flat as a pancake.
Give it to me straight, chief.
Has she got 300 miles left in her?
Aye, Captain. She number-one ship.
Yeah. she can do 8 knots.
6.
Now all I need is a ship.
How much longer?
Thank you.
How long has it been, Baby?
And I haven't even made a pass at her.
Jail sure must have aged me.
Who am I tryin' to kid?
Look, Baby, you stay here,
but if you hear a bell go ding-dong,
you better come chop chop.
Captain. Captain.
Yes?
Mr. Tao here.
10,000 regrets that I must call at this hour.
My unworthy nephew has just brought word...
the ferryboat will be ready for us tomorrow night.
Couldn't have picked a better time.
- I beg your pardon? - Nothing.
Nephew tack brings also the Amoy paper.
The headlines concern our Dr. Grainger.
It is news we feared.
The commissar in Haifeng died under Dr. Grainger's knife,
which, I regret, often swims in rice wine.
The people's court stoned him
and put him to death as a murderer.
It is Miss Grainger who concerns us most.
You must realize, illustrious Captain,
that her secret worry has been that we would depart Chiku Shan
before her father's return. It has so happened.
With my people, death is expected.
I do not pretend to understand the mind of your people.
You will know best
how to prepare her for this unhappy news.
You expect me to tell her?
Quite so. You must find a way.
Good night, eminent brother.
Not tonight, Cathy...
With or without the bell in your hand.
Baby?
Our monks shave their heads, Captain.
You must remember to keep the hood in place.
Are monks allowed to scratch?
I watched you jumping down from the village.
You must walk the part.
If you itch but do not scratch,
perhaps you'll look like our monk.
Don't you think you'd better change position?
No, that's all right.
Pardon me, Captain. The bad news.
Have you found a moment to tell Miss Cathy?
When's the right moment to tell somebody
there's been a sort of murder in their family?
What are we towing?
Our carpenters have made a smokestack
to look like the one that puffs sparks on a ferry.
What for?
Be patient.
Here stands dragon point.
For 2 years, we have secretly raised the bottom
stone by stone.
Our smokestack will be made to sit on the stones
so that only the top rises above the water.
Patience was made in China.
Here at Shima, where we go board the ferry.
When it travels to this spot, we will set off smoke bombs.
And tomorrow, all Amoy will think that
the ferryboat burned and sank off dragon's point
in the fog.
Even the passengers will believe it.
Once the smoke begins,
we ourselves will encourage the panic...
"abandon ship! Lifeboats!"
Hold on. Take these gentlemen below and lock 'em up.
You better get below and see
they just lock that captain up.
Yes, sir.
- We may need him later. - Yes, sir.
It's a fine day up here.
Welcome aboard, Captain.
We're taking down the red flag.
Send it below. We'll burn it.
Can do!
Many months they have waited,
Captain, for this moment.
I'm waiting for the moment we shove off.
Tomorrow. it will come quickly.
Like 10,000 years,
and we still have that patrol boat to fool with.
It will fool itself, Captain.
When it comes looking for us,
it must enter by the channel.
The water elsewhere is thin as rice paper.
You're gonna trap it in here.
Once it arrives, the channel will disappear.
So that's it.
Those sampans have been
stoning up the mouth of the channel.
Putting teeth in a mouth, Captain.
You wouldn't mind
if I blew the whistle... just a little toot-toot?
Toot away.
One of God's footsteps.
Where are you going?
Me? a little sleep.
Tomorrow I'm going to take charge of...
get yourself a work party
and clean up this old scow.
From now on,
consider yourself third mate.
Me? but I know nothing of big ships.
In that case, you're first mate.
Me?
Check the tanks and make sure
we got plenty of fresh water aboard,
and I want you to scrape this propaganda
off the bulkheads.
You think you can get your hands
on some fresh paint?
Yes, Captain.
That Jack staff is so grimy I can't steer by it.
I myself will paint it
an excellent yellow, my Captain.
Hey!
Bring back something
to tell the time.
Yes, Captain.
The rudder's sluggish.
The turnbuckles won't turn.
The capstan's rusted.
The decks are warped.
She's stubby and high in the water.
God help us in a rough sea.
But you know somethin', Baby?
I kind of like her.
So that's where this bustled old lady began...
"Sacramento, 1885."
Captain!
Captain, look!
What is it?
"US Captain... Our name, the Chiku Shan."
Nail it up.
How long will it take your elders to get moving?
There's a fog bank out there.
I'd like to get buried in it.
Captain, look!
Wonderful music?
You'd better roll out our former captain
and turn him loose.
When he starts yakkin',
that patrol boat'll come a-running.
Then we can uncork our surprise.
Yes, Captain.
What's our steam pressure?
My Gauge, which is a liar, says 33 pounds.
Well, I want full speed down the river.
I give it. Now I go back to sleep.
You can sleep in Hong Kong. What about fuel?
There is wood cut for us in the village,
but we burn a cord now, Captain,
we cannot carry enough for the whole trip.
Well, start packin' it aboard.
We're shovin' off.
Come on!
Get this stuff moving now.
Yes, Captain. Here's your Big Ben...
we call him Gabriel.
Well, he better blow his horn before sunup,
or he'll end up in a frying pan.
Have you seen Miss Grainger?
No, Captain.
Baby, even the dead are goin'.
What are you doin'?
"The Chiku Shan must have bright new eyes
to guide us on our voyage."
Well, get ready to shove off.
When Miss Grainger comes aboard,
put her things in my cabin.
I have not seen her all morning.
Yeah. neither did I.
Get down to the ferryboat.
We no go.
You're going.
Grab what you can and clear out.
Where's Cathy?
She gone to watchtower.
We wait here. Daddy coming home.
That's what you think.
You can't make me go.
Get mad... good and mad.
It will take the curse off of what I have to say.
Your father isn't coming back. They killed him.
I don't believe you.
I've know it for a couple of days.
But I didn't have the guts to tell you.
They wouldn't kill him. They need him.
That big commissar died, so they used your old man
for some high-grade hate propaganda.
Dragged him into a people's court.
Everybody that could pick up a stone got in the act.
I'm sorry.
Had he been drinking?
No.
Well, there's no point in standing here, is there?
None at all.
There's not much I care to pack.
Can I help you?
No. no, thank you.
Kind of rugged, eh, Baby?
I hope they know what they're up against.
They're Chinese.
Stand by.
Let go of your stern line.
Let go of your bowline.
If you want a last look at home, you better take it now.
I looked.
We'll head into that fog bank.
We'll hide there until the patrol boat comes.
When it enters the channel, firecrackers will go off.
That is our signal to bait the trap, Captain.
Better get below and see that everything's set.
Did you get Miss Grainger's baggage
into my cabin?
She told me to move it out again.
Well, I got a little job for you.
Just move it back again.
A little job, Captain?
This is it! Get on your toes!
Half ahead. The annunciator is jammed.
Stop engine.
Full astern!
Paint a patrol boat on that stack.
Full ahead!
Welcome to Blood Alley, Baby.
Gunboats!
Half the bloody red Navy's out there!
Nothing to do but bluff it out.
Listen... it stopped.
I hope they think the Amoy ferry lost itself in the fog.
It may take a couple hours of red tape,
but they'll get the word
and then one of those skippers will be out
to do us in paint.
On his smokestack.
Secure down there.
You're not going to get any sleep tonight,
so you better grab it now.
I beg your pardon.
What have they done with the Fengs?
Most lie in the big room seasick with the others.
Their grandfather we have locked up.
He lies seasick alone.
I tell them what happens to their grandfather
if they make trouble.
You have not met the Fengs.
I will introduce you, Captain.
They'll make no trouble, Captain.
Anyway, they are seasick.
Well, I'll try and keep 'em that way.
Why we stop?
She wants her baby born in Hong Kong.
You better go out on deck.
A little air would do you some good.
My stay here.
The place has possibilities.
It's your cabin.
I know. Big Han carried all these bags,
including us, in one trip.
I just came in for a shave.
Would you like something to eat?
A t-bone steak.
That's the way I like my steak.
Medium rare?
We'll be passing Honghai Bay
in a few days, won't we, Captain?
Could be.
Haifeng's not far inland from the bay.
He's dead, Cathy.
I've got to make sure.
Stop kidding yourself.
I'm not going to Hong Kong.
I'm leaving the ship at Honghai Bay.
For what?
To put flowers on a grave
they didn't bother to dig?
He might be in jail. Dead or alive, I'll find him.
You've been bailing your old man
out of trouble for years,
but he doesn't need you anymore.
I'm asking you to put me ashore.
Nobody's leaving this ship.
That final? Final.
Watch me, Captain.
I thought you were
the bleeding heart kid from Peiping.
Now you want to run out on these people
to pin down an obituary?
And don't try to stop me.
You're running the ship, but you're not running my life.
We understand each other.
Finally.
Nobody leaves this ship.
Fill this in with green stuff.
Is old Feng still seasick?
Hear him clear to the mainland.
To us, it's a happy sound.
Trying to scare up a blanket.
Might as well sleep here.
I'll sleep fine in the pilothouse.
Still can't forgive me for those things I said
about leaving the ship, can you?
Surprised you're still here.
Well, I've tried walking on the water.
But that takes practice.
Let's skip the morning charm.
Does he bite, Baby?
There's no true charts aboard, the compass is on the fritz,
and we're runnin' out of fuel.
But this ship is going to Hong Kong
if I have to get out and push.
I haven't got time to worry about you.
Well, you can stop worrying. I'm staying aboard.
I'll believe that when we get to Honghai Bay.
Come on, Baby.
You better come down to the saloon.
Can't it wait?
They think our food's been poisoned.
Their bellies are empty, Captain,
but none of them will touch it.
The rice, the soup...
they may have poisoned everything.
Eat it, comrade!
It'll make you big and strong.
Or dead?
If I may suggest, eminent brother,
there is no poison but the poison they put in our minds.
They make us fear our own food
in order to starve and weaken us.
Maybe.
Tom!
Stay out of this.
He'll test it for us!
Captain!
Chief, you got garlic on your breath.
What have you been eating?
Garlic.
How's our fuel?
Not so good.
Now my boiler gets thirsty. I just checked the tank.
Pretty soon we got no more fresh water.
Maybe it last till morning.
All right.
Tea, Captain?
There's a party going on in the saloon.
I thought you might like some.
Tea.
Hang on to this wheel.
I told you to put the chow under ration.
There's nothing to ration.
A few handfuls of rice
we saved for the children.
Tomorrow, we'll roast 2 of the pigs.
Tonight, we fill our bellies with tea.
Listen... she makes a song for you, Captain.
I'll listen to it in Hong Kong.
Starting right now,
the tea is rationed. Understand?
We can't spare the water
or the wood you're puttin' in the stove.
Get your cousins to break out some tubs and buckets.
Maybe we can catch some rain water.
Yes, Captain.
And get that tea water off the stove
and back into the tank.
You hungry, Baby?
Well, you're going to get a lot hungrier.
Good morning, Gabe! Morning, Baby!
And a good, good morning to you, nursey.
Will you take the wheel?
What's our course now?
Just steer that-away.
Anybody tries to make soup out of him
won't live to eat it.
You ought to be in bed with that ankle.
Didn't the cold water help any?
Feels great.
Bucket of Blood Alley will cure anything.
I'll steer. You're going to stay off that foot.
Try a course of 0-4-5. Joker compass.
The way I figure, we're somewhere near Honghai Bay.
I remember a graveyard of wrecks hung up on the point.
If we can find 'em,
we can strip 'em to feed our boilers.
I watched you during the storm.
Do you know how many hours you've been at the wheel?
You can't steer with your back to the helm.
You've fallen in love with the ship, haven't you?
Last night, I found out...
I've fallen in love with you.
You got me mixed up with the storm.
Well, the weather's clearing,
and once you get to Hong Kong, you'll wake up.
And if we ever get there, I won't want you around.
Keep that straight, and we'll get along just fine.
You'll find somebody else...
some Hong Kong tai-pan with a villa on the peak
and money in the bank.
May even introduce you to one myself.
The course is 0-4-5.
We can count the grains of rice,
but only the children feed their hunger.
This stuff'll burn.
Have it broken up and taken to the boiler room.
The artist carved 10 years of his life
into this scrap of wood.
You would turn it to ashes?
Hide it someplace.
Don't get anxious down there.
This is no canoe. I gotta walk her in.
Full astern.
Stop engine!
We'll have to pull her in by hand.
You got a carpenter on board?
Yes, Captain.
Get him.
We'll stay here long enough to refuel
and look for some water.
And something to eat?
There may be villages around.
But stay out of 'em.
We'll eat in Hong Kong.
How long it take you
to put this Humpty Dumpty together again?
Why? you in a hurry?
Yeah. I'm running out of cigars.
Well, I'm runnin' out of things, too.
You'll be in Hong Kong tomorrow.
Tell them to find some planks
to fill in this wheel.
Captain, look! We feast.
All 179 of us?
Snap it up.
We've gotta clear out of here before the fog lifts.
Cousin Lee's a craftsman.
He cannot be hurried.
Well, the first thing we'd better do
is get rid of the commies aboard.
Round up the Feng family, and we'll put 'em ashore.
It will be that many less bellies to feed.
It'll be a pleasure, Captain.
Captain, it is one of God's footsteps.
It's cannibalism, that's what it is.
One ship feedin' on another.
We'll be doin' it next.
Put this on the menu.
We catch a few fish, too, eminent brother.
Yeah.
Perhaps we can remain here tonight and catch more.
No. we're shovin' off within the hour.
My people worry about our illustrious Captain.
He is in pain. He has had no rest.
I'm in the pink.
Your China sea pirates
have been draggin' their plunder in here
and strippin' it for years.
This graveyard gives me the willies.
Cathy?
Where's Cathy?
She's gone?
You bet.
I told you to call me if she tried to leave ship.
Why girly go Hong Kong? For you?
You don't want she. You got plenty girlies.
When did she leave?
Long time now.
Maybe she find daddy.
We stay here. Maybe she come back.
Little idiot.
Big idiot.
Big idiot, huh, Baby?
She said a mouthful.
Wait a minute!
I got something to say to these people,
but I don't know whether my Chinese is good enough.
I don't know whether my English is.
A couple of you Fengs understand English.
Explain to the rest of 'em.
You're all afraid,
but these villagers are your friends.
They proved it when they brought you along
instead of leaving you there
to take the blame for their escape.
And what did they get in return?
They're going hungry
and have cut down their chances
of makin' it themselves.
Your old China is as dead as your ancestors,
and your new China is as misguided
as that pompous, miserable old elder of yours.
It's being run by fear,
fear that'd make a man
sacrifice his own son
in order to treacherously poison his friends.
Well, you gotta make a decision.
You can go along and follow your elder,
or you're welcome aboard here with your friends.
Make up your mind.
What'll we do?
Get 'em aboard!
Cut the lines!
Full ahead!
They can't come any closer. The water's too shallow.
That's close enough.
Captain, look!
Full astern!
Get below and give her a hand.
Yes, sir!
Tom!
Stop engine!
Full ahead!
Tom, I found out the truth. He's dead.
Can't you see I'm busy? Welcome aboard.
You needn't have arranged a 21-gun salute.
Where are you going?
Where I can do some good.
Forget your steam Gauge! Pour it on!
Slow ahead.
Stop engine and kill all smoke.
Look at 'em, Baby.
Let 'em make it.
They gotta make it.
The bleeding heart of China.
You can pin one on my sleeve, Baby.
Chief, full ahead.
Let's get this grand old lady to Hong Kong.
Old men and old ladies,
young people and babies. Refugees.
God bless 'em.
Powder your nose, Baby.
We're comin' in to Hong Kong.
Here. you take the wheel.
Maybe you'd better help.
I'm not quite sure I know where I'm going.
Well, I do.
Good-bye, Baby.
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