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DRONE OF APPROACHING AIRCRAFT
DRONE GROWS LOUDER
WHISTLE OF FALLING BOMB
AIR RAID SIRENS
BOMB EXPLODES Ralph!
Why isn't this plane ready? Want everyone killed?
GET IT GOING! BOMB EXPLODES
What's wrong with you?
What are you trying to do?
What are you doing? Get it going!
-WHISTLE OF FALLING BOMB
Sorry, sir. Are you all right?
Everything's OK, sir. There's no bombing.
Are you sure you're all right? Dr Harris...
Wait a minute.
I'm all right. I'm fine. I thought...
Get some sleep, sir. You're first flight tomorrow.
Yeah. All right, Sergeant. Fine.
DRONE OF AIRCRAFT
Black Dog Leader to Squadron. Flak. Up we go. Over.
Red Two to Leader. Message received. Out.
What's the matter? Didn't you hear?
'Leader to Red Two. What is your trouble?'
Didn't you hear the orders?
'Are you receiving me?'
Can't you hear the orders?
'Leader to Red Two...'
WHISTLE OF FALLING BOMBS
Yep. Gently does it.
Hello, Doc. See? The conquering hero comes.
-Ack-ack. I made a tourniquet.
Have you released the tourniquet at all?
-A couple of days, sir.
A couple of days?!
It's probably chewed up the cables inside, sir, and...
Just get it fixed! Quick!
That'll be all right till hospital. We'll try not to shake you up.
Shake away, Doc.
-Feeling good, eh?
-I feel fine. So would you.
With a piece out of my arm?
Sure, if it meant avoiding flying with a lunatic.
Where's that fool going?
BOTH SHOUT WARNINGS
Round the bend, Nobby boy. Right round!
All right, driver.
The arm's all right. He's going to Calcutta tomorrow.
But you won't see him for a while.
I guessed that. I've requested a replacement.
We're short on navigators.
-I want to discuss our problem boy.
-Forrester. What about him?
-His navigator say what happened?
-Not my department, sir.
I think it is. You know this isn't the first time.
-Nothing wrong with his nerve?
Except he's round the bend.
Going in without orders and pranging ack-ack guns?
-Could be called a good show!
-Not by me!
I'd say he wants out.
I know he volunteered. I know he's a good man.
-But he must go.
-You think he's cracking.
-I think he cracked years ago.
-His record shows otherwise.
First-class fighter pilot, DSO and the rest.
He's taken a few chances in his time.
But were they always necessary?
He's giving people the willies. He'll have to go.
If what you say is true, sir, that'll finish him.
-Have you any other suggestions?
-What about talking to him?
-What did he say?
Nothing. He made me feel a complete fool.
I've noticed he has that effect.
All the same, sir, could I talk to him?
All right. Don't be too long about it.
See you at dinner.
PEN SCRATCHES ON PAPER
ALARM CLOCK RINGS
You find it hot?!
It's spring. The heat begins in June.
-Bet you love that!
-You'd get warmed up.
-Get some letters written.
-I write home daily.
Only once daily? You're slipping.
PEN SCRATCHES ON PAPER
Heat affects people different ways.
Take me - I watch my health, take plenty of salt.
The real secret's one's mental attitude.
I've got responsibilities.
Wife in England, family, an important job.
But it's no use moping.
You flying people aren't interested in anything but flying.
There's a world, people. You don't care.
You need a home, children, a thought for the future.
If you were married, with a wife to go back to afterwards...
PEN SCRATCHES ON PAPER
DANCE BAND MUSIC
BOMBS FALL NEARBY
WHISTLE OF FALLING BOMB
What's the matter?
Oh. I thought you said something.
That was hours ago.
I said, that's your problem - no outside responsibilities.
You want a wife and family.
If you were married and knew that when the war's over...
-Been looking for you.
-Something you wanted?
Care for a trip out of camp?
Village across the plain. Christian community.
Why would I be interested in a Christian community?
Just a trip. Half an hour.
-Really nice people.
Very interesting. Pure Burmese. They speak English.
I buy fruit there.
Bring me back a nice cold melon, Doc.
-To kill or not to, that's all.
That's... CHILD SHOUTS
Strange how fascinating death can be.
Very. That why you became a doctor?
No. I try to keep my patients alive.
"Thou shalt not kill, but needn't strive
"officiously to keep alive."
-Ever hear that saying?
-Frequently. Come on, get in.
I see. A nice jeep ride, a cosy chat, a medical inspection.
Very tactfully arranged.
I must gain my patient's confidence somehow.
CHILDREN WHOOP AND SHOUT
Another patient. That's the dispensary - I'll show you later.
-HE SPEAKS BURMESE
-Off, you little devils!
Here, this is for you. Now hop it!
-Wonderful kids. I love them!
-What is this place?
A planter's once. Now it's Miss McNabb's.
-Missionary. School teacher.
She won't be here today. Here's Dorothy.
-Here's a friend, Dorothy.
Squadron Leader Forrester. A pilot. Dorothy's from Rangoon.
-Glad to know you.
-How do you do?
-Dorothy, we're thirsty men.
Sit down, and I'll get something cool to drink.
Very kind of you.
Lime juice. The lime juice is wonderful!
-Whatever you wish.
-Lime juice is fine.
-At the dispensary.
-She'll be back soon.
-Good. Here's some rice.
Thank you, Doctor, thank you. Please sit, and I'll get the lime.
I try to bring something. Fruit's all right, but not always.
They can't buy food.
They came here stripped of everything.
All the way from Rangoon.
Can you imagine what it was like?
Hundreds of miles.
Don't know how any of them got through alive.
I hope I didn't waken you.
Uh...sorry. I fell asleep for a moment.
Where's the doctor?
He and Dorothy went to the dispensary.
How do you do?
My name's Forrester.
I know. They sent me to see if you were all right.
They said you fell asleep before you had a drink.
How rude of me.
Very, very rude.
But no-one minded at all.
Please sit down.
The best lime I've ever tasted.
When one is thirsty, it's always tastier.
-You've been in Burma long?
-About three months.
-Do you like it?
-I don't know really.
Airfields are all pretty similar. Except it's hotter here.
-You'll like it when it's cool.
-I don't dislike it.
-I don't know it.
-No-one knows all of Burma.
Rice and rubies - that's all I knew about Burma before coming here.
There are stones here you can buy.
-That's very kind of you...
-It isn't far.
Well...I think the doctor was wanting to get back.
No! He always goes late. There's plenty of time.
I'd be glad.
These are rubies, sir.
These are white sapphires.
And these are golden amethysts.
They're very nice.
HE SPEAKS BURMESE
Tomorrow they'll try to have a bigger selection -
zircons and emeralds, perhaps.
That's very kind of them.
I'll try to come.
-Please. Thank you. Goodbye, sir.
-Thank you very much. Goodbye.
Goodbye. Thank you.
You didn't want to buy stones, did you?
Not really, no.
-You're the first officer not to.
They all want jewels. I assumed you did, so I took you.
-You should have said.
-It was very interesting.
I just have no-one to give jewels to.
No-one? I'm sorry.
No need to be sorry.
The doctor says your sister's from Rangoon. You too?
-Yes. I was at the university.
The humanities. It's not much use here.
I've learnt some nursing. I help the doctor.
-Are many sick?
-I'm afraid so.
-How do they feel about us?
-They've been told it's necessary.
We were also told it's necessary.
The river's down there. We swim there.
No. No crocodiles.
It's very nice here.
Next time I fly over, it will seem more friendly.
Didn't it seem friendly before?
I never thought about it.
You people hate it here, don't you? You long for home.
Well, I guess the doctor will want to return to camp.
-Oi, oi. Here he is.
-Who's breaking the good news?
-When will it be ready?
You'd better change the oil cooler in this engine.
Not me, sir.
What are you talking about?
Our release came through last night - me and Clarke.
Been together from the start.
Oh, Forrester. I couldn't find you anywhere.
This is Carrington, your new navigator.
-Squadron Leader Forrester.
-How do you do, sir?
Who told you to move in here?
The messing officer. Everywhere's full up.
Anyway, it's only for tonight. I'm leaving tomorrow.
-Everything's a mess just now.
-So I see.
-I seem to have put up a black.
We're all hot and three is too many,
but he needn't be so boorish.
Still, the messing officer could have consulted him.
Forrester invites that sort of treatment.
He antagonises people.
Thank goodness I'm a wingless wonder. I don't envy you.
-Everyone knows he's crazy.
-I've got an invitation for you.
Miss McNabb, the village missionary.
I take rice and meat. Their curry's delicious.
-See you at seven.
I said no, thanks!
SINGING WAFTS FROM INSIDE
You take this. I'll take the rice.
WOMAN SINGS "ONWARD CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS"
# ..one in charity
# Onward, Christian soldiers
# Marching as to war
-# With the cross of Jesus... #
-Good evening, Dr Harris.
Good evening, Dorothy.
-Good evening, Mr Forrester.
-For the kitchen.
I'll be in shortly.
-SCOTTISH ACCENT: Dr Harris!
-Good evening, Miss McNabb.
-Can I introduce...
-Squadron Leader Forrester.
It's an honour and a pleasure.
-Glad you could come.
-You're very kind.
Nobody said you were so handsome.
Let me introduce you.
This is Anna's mother.
-How do you do?
-She can't answer.
She hasn't spoken since the Japs bombed us in Rangoon.
-Hello, Mr Fang.
-A pleasure, Doctor.
-How do you do?
Pleased to meet a distinguished officer.
Mr Fang studied English at the university.
English Literature, to be precise.
Doctor, I'm relying on you for ideas for Easter hymns.
-I've thought of nothing else.
-Och!! Mr Fang...
Excuse me. Miss McNabb?
-Another glass, please.
-I'm glad you came.
-I'm glad you're here.
-Miss McNabb was kind to invite me.
That foul, benighted city, Calcutta -
the only good to come out of it was this whisky from the doctor.
I don't drink
but it won't harm you while waiting for dinner.
Thank you, Miss McNabb.
-What do you fly?
I say they're wicked, devilish things.
You're one of the quiet, thoughtful ones, Mr Forrester.
You didn't tell me that, Anna. She's very shy.
Drink up. Dinner won't be long.
I said I'd be back.
I hoped you would.
So, you're shy.
Compared to Miss McNabb, everyone's shy.
She's quite a character.
We love her. It's thanks to her we got here from Rangoon.
The doctor told me. It's incredible.
Strange things happen during the war.
..strange landing places...
Shall we go?
Mr Forrester, you're not eating! Don't you like it?
It's terrific. I'm full.
I've been admiring your tablecloth.
You have an eye for fine things.
The mission girls worked it for Miss McNabb.
For her 21st birthday.
Take no notice of him! I'm not ashamed of my age.
For my 45th birthday.
And all the way from Rangoon I kept saying,
"Whatever you lose, you won't lose the girls' tablecloth."
-It's a beautiful thing.
300 of us died on that journey, Mr Forrester.
That's how old I am.
I'll see you're decorated if it's the last thing I do.
Och, don't gab so. Give Mr Forrester some tea, Anna.
-You want to decorate someone?
Decorate the good Lord.
Then you'd be talking, for sure.
-I'll see what I can do.
-You think about Easter.
What's your favourite Easter hymn, Mr Forrester?
Oh, Easter hymn?
"Hallelujah", isn't it?
"Hallelujah! - Jesus Christ is risen today."
Aye, it's splendid.
You're well brought up, Mr Forrester.
Come on! We'll all sing it.
ORGAN STARTS UP
-Jesus Christ is risen today
-Our triumphant holy day
FORRESTER SINGS OUT OF TIME
-Who did once upon the cross
-SINGS SLIGHTLY OUT OF TUNE
-Suffer to redeem our loss
-Hymns of praise then let us sing Hallelujah
-Unto Christ our heavenly King
What is it?
Jap bombers, looking for the air strip.
There's too much light. Shut the door.
-But the pain He endured...
-# ROARING OVERHEAD
There's quite a bunch.
-I should be at the dispensary.
-Come on then!
WHISTLING Look out!
ANNA'S MOTHER SCREAMS CONTUOUSLY
QUIET FOLLOWED BY LOW HUM
ENGINES ROAR OVERHEAD
WHISTLING LOOK OUT!
QUIET DESCENDS ROAR FADES INTO DISTANCE
Are you all right?
Are you sure?
-Are you all right here?
-Yes. All right.
Come then. We're needed in the village.
Come on, Mr Fang!
BABBLE OF VOICES
Anna, help out in there. I'm coming.
-You bring casualties along here.
SCREAMS PIERCE THE AIR
CHICKEN SQUAWKS What's going on?
-They escape Japanese.
-The Japs aren't coming back!
They don't know. They've been bombed before.
Attend to this one now. I'll finish that dressing.
-Anna, go back and lie down.
-I'm all right, Doctor.
No, you're suffering from shock. Off you go.
CHAOS AND SCREAMING
I ordered her to the bungalow.
-The crowd swamped her.
-I'm all right.
Lie down for a while.
Put that blanket over her.
I must get back.
That last lot sounded near the camp.
-I'll go too.
-You can do more here.
-I'll call for you tomorrow.
-Please hold her while I finish.
Excuse me for asking a personal question, Mr Forrester,
but are you married?
Do you hear?
Yes, I hear.
They're not like us, made of ice.
They express their sorrow and fear.
They don't leave it inside, as you or I might...to rot.
That'll be all.
Take her to the other children, and I'll get Anna a drink.
MAN SPEAKS BURMESE
The doc's here. I have to go.
Please don't go. I have something to tell you.
MAN SPEAKS BURMESE
You had something to say.
It wasn't much.
It was something to give you.
Open it. It's for you.
It's for you.
You have no-one to give it to?
I'm glad, because now you can keep it for me.
I can't say anything.
Don't say anything.
There's nothing to say.
It's only a little thing.
Early in the war, I fell in love.
When I got leave, we went to London and got married.
..while we were out having dinner...
..there was an air raid.
The building we were in got a direct hit.
She was killed.
After that, I didn't want to go on living.
That should be easy in war, but it wasn't.
I wanted to die, but got medals.
I could see the trouble in your face.
It is not good to die inside.
It's like living a bad dream.
We bury our dead in the earth, not in our hearts.
Is the dream over now?
I think so.
You spoke about never going home.
-What did you mean?
Would you rather stay here?
I never want to leave.
Will you always come back?
Then I will always be here.
Good morning, sir.
-Hello, Bill. Sit down.
Rather a dour job for you today.
I know you won't mind.
You haven't flown with your new navigator yet?
I'm sending a body to Meiktila.
Since you're trying him out, we'll kill two birds with one stone.
Sure. Who's the body?
Blower? It'll be a pleasure.
Don't like him?
-We're sharing a tent.
He's a good bloke.
Cambridge man - physics. Very clever, I believe.
Didn't know that.
I've told Blower he's going with you.
I bet that thrilled him.
There's nothing wrong with Blower.
He's like us all - needs a change.
GRUNTS AND STRAINS
Hear you're to be my passenger.
-How long will it take?
-Carrington might know.
I thought he'd be here.
-He's at the crew tent.
Will you be ready soon?
I have to pack.
So I see.
-There's no great hurry.
-I'd like to pack properly.
-Can I help?
Don't touch anything.
I need to check everything's here.
Can I get anything?
You'll need your comforts at Meiktila.
That's not funny.
Wasn't meant to be.
Oh, hello, Carrington.
-We've got a job.
We'll go to Intelligence to make your flight plan.
-Can you be ready by 12:00?
It's only a small trip.
Interesting for you, though...
Are you ready?
Rigged up a hammock for you in the bomb bay.
By the way, this is Jap territory here, up to the river.
They're welcome to it.
"Where dawn comes up like thunder."
That's it. Like a look after we've delivered him?
Starboard fuel off!
-We're going back!
Mayday, mayday, mayday.
Kung Kai Cable to Scuttle, starboard engine on fire.
My approximate position is 90 miles south-east of you
on course 209.
-Hold on, we're going down.
Mayday, mayday, mayday. Kung Kai Cable to Scuttle.
Crash landing, crash landing.
Kung Kai Cable to Scuttle.
ENGINE DROWNS OUT WORDS
Kung Kai Cable to Scuttle, we're preparing to crash land.
Crash landing, crash landing, mayday, mayday, mayday...
Let's get him out of here!
CARRINGTON CRIES OUT
Got anything for him?
Got some morphine here, I think.
Get it quick.
Give him this. Get him into the shade.
Hello, Kung Kai Cable, this is Scuttle.
Your QDM - 209. I say again, 209.
How do you hear me? Over.
Hello, Kung Kai Cable, this is Scuttle.
Your QDM - 209...
How do you feel now?
I'd like a drink.
Got a nice Scotch and soda, Blower?
I suppose you mean water.
We'll have to be careful. There's only the thermos and the bottle.
We were on course.
Don't you worry about that.
You take it easy.
-Did they get a fix on us?
-I kept calling.
-They could deduce our position.
Time alone should help them.
Parker saw the flight plan.
What's the time?
Four minutes past two.
Not quite four hours till dark.
They'll find us.
You think so?
Certainly. They'll rescue us in no time.
Meanwhile, let's get organised. See what you have.
I've got nothing.
You must have something.
-The smallest trifle may be useful.
Medical card, three rupees...
You're not buying those things? They're phoney!
If they got a fix, which I doubt,
it's possible they'll locate us here.
-Supposing they do, what then?
-They'd rescue us.
They haven't got helicopters.
They could drop supplies.
We can't camp here. It's Jap territory.
But... What are you getting at?
Mind if I use your hat?
Carrington, are you awake?
Yes, I'm awake.
You've heard what Forrester said?
Yes, I heard.
We must be careful.
Knowing him as I do, we can't rely on his judgment.
He got us down all right.
We would've been killed with some pilots.
He's a good pilot, but we're not flying.
I'm not taking any chances.
If we're calm, we'll be all right.
I need your support.
Got any more of those tablets?
Not many. We'll ration them.
-What's this for?
-A signal for the searchers.
What searchers? The Japs?
I mean OUR people.
It's time we looked at the facts.
I don't mind.
The facts seem straightforward enough.
Our people know we crash-landed.
They're bound to know our approximate position.
We'll look after Carrington, keep our heads...
-And hope for the best?
They might not find us for a month.
-How long will the water last?
-Under a month.
If we ration ourselves strictly, Carrington too,
I suppose it might last three days.
Though in this heat... What are you saying?
We should forget about setting up house here and start walking.
Walking?! Are you serious?
Look, we're roughly 30 miles north-east of the river.
This country's murder to cross, but we should make it in four days.
We'd reach our own patrol area.
And Carrington? You expect him to walk?
We'll carry him.
-We'll make a stretcher.
There's plenty of bamboo. We've got that parachute harness.
Carry a stretcher under this sun?
-We'll kill ourselves!
-We'll go at night.
-Ever carried a stretcher far?
-I'll try - even if it kills me.
Kill yourself if you like, Forrester. You're mad.
But you won't endanger OUR lives...
What is it?
-Anyone we know?
-I can't tell.
HEY! HEY! HEY!
Blind fools! Never started to see us!
Know what it's like, searching in this country?
It would be almost impossible from a plane.
Turbulence, haze, fires - it's a million to one.
Blind, stupid fools!
Look, we've got enough water for three days, maybe four.
We've got no food.
Either we sit here and hope, or we can travel.
-That make sense?
-What about Carrington?
-We'll carry him.
-The whole idea's crazy!
It's crazier to stay here.
Now let's make the stretcher.
Well, Carrington should be consulted.
Carrington has no option. It's his only chance.
Well, it's entirely your responsibility.
We're going to try to reach the river.
We'll march 30 minutes, then rest 30 minutes.
We'll carry you.
What do you think? You'll have to navigate.
I don't know...
You can't just carry a bloke that easily.
It's a piece of cake.
We're the champion bloke-carriers of Burma. Right, Blower?
Try to sleep until it's dark.
Come on, Blower.
Sing out if you feel yourself slipping.
-How about you, Blower?
-Just a minute.
Put him down.
It's hopeless. We'll never get down there.
Will you stop saying it's hopeless!
We'll lower him feet first. Swing this end around.
All right, lower away.
All right, lower it.
Take him over there. We'll rest.
Come on, pick him up.
How much longer?
It'll be dawn soon. We'll stop and rest all day.
Supposing you slip and break your ankle. Then what?
You tell him, Carrington.
-We'll be up the creek.
-You'll have to carry us both.
-We should've stayed put!
So you've said.
All right, let's get going.
-There's a sheer drop!
-We'll never get by.
-I'll go first.
-Don't you trust me?
Sure, but keep going!
All right! You're the officer in charge.
All right, you give the orders!
Theirs not to reason... Aaaargh!
Are you still with it?
-Are you badly hurt?
-"Badly" is a comparative term.
-So I hardly like... Uhh!
-Take it easy.
The water! The thermos - where is it?
Right over here.
Everything's here. There's nothing lost.
Let's have a look at you.
There's something wrong here.
Looks like you broke your collarbone.
Your face is badly scraped.
-You've got some antiseptic?
I'll get the webbing off first.
It'll be light soon. We'll see what we're doing.
GASPS I'm sorry.
-I hurt you?
-Just thinking of something funny.
-Oh? That's good.
I thought, "Fancy worrying about the water."
-I was worried.
-As if it matters.
-As if what matters?
It's no use to us now.
Better lie back.
Not for me and Carrington, anyway.
We might as well shoot ourselves now and have done with it.
-Any news yet, sir?
We've heard from the army.
Their nearest patrol's
20 miles from Forrester's last estimated position.
That patrol will do what they can, but that won't be much.
The army won't charge 20 miles into Jap territory
to probably find three corpses and a burnt-out plane?
That's about right.
-It looks like a complete write-off.
Well, thank you, sir.
-Tell me, please.
I've told you all we know.
They were on their way to Meiktila.
Forrester, the navigator and a passenger.
One of the engines caught fire.
There wasn't time to locate their exact position,
but they were over a Jap area.
We don't know if they landed safely.
-Did he know it would be dangerous?
It was a routine flight.
He was just unlucky.
Was he unlucky because he failed in something?
No. No, it wasn't his fault.
Then perhaps he'll come back.
Aye, perhaps he will. If it's humanly possible.
He said he would come back.
-Mmm? What's the matter?
There it is!
That plane was looking for us.
We shouldn't have left our position.
Now when they see the wreckage, they'll think nobody survived.
That plane was on the course we were on
and THAT'S the way back home.
-Try to get some rest.
You may need it.
Someone must go to the river alone for help.
And that's you, I suppose? You're uninjured.
You'll leave us to rot!
I thought you might go. You can still walk.
I'll stay and look after Carrington.
Doesn't make much difference to me. You think it over.
You never liked me, did you?
Not now, Blower.
-There's a good fellow.
-I know why.
It's because I had a life to go back to.
It's my having a wife and family that you hated.
You need some sleep.
Somebody said, "In a crisis, men of action lose their heads."
Never thought I'd see that proved!
Let's talk it over later.
I'm making a last appeal to you.
Carrington's wounded - he can't think straight. Nor can you.
We should never have left the plane.
Going on is sheer madness!
The only sane course is to return to the plane and wait for rescue.
What's the matter?
-What do you mean?
Back to where we crashed, I guess.
-He left while we were asleep.
-Maybe he's right.
He's a clot. You know it!
Well, I'll bring him back. You get some sleep.
There's water. Use it sparingly.
I'll try to be quick.
GASPS AND CHOKES
GASPS FOR BREATH
SWARMS OF INSECTS BUZZ
BUZZING GROWS LOUDER
Where's old Blower?
Decided not to come.
He's dead, isn't he?
Did he shoot himself?
Poor old Blower.
What do you know about it?
I only said, "Poor old Blower."
Yeah. Poor old Blower.
He could've been right, though.
No. We're going to get out of here...alive.
-You mean you are.
-We both are.
It's no use my trying to walk.
You needn't walk. I'll carry you.
How can you? You'll never do it.
If I help, could you stand on one leg?
I'll have a go.
-Won't you wait until sunset?
We haven't got time. I'm getting hungry.
You all right?
-I think so.
Hold on tight. Here we go.
Another 50 yards we'll take a rest.
Do you hear me?
-Are you all right?
We'll rest right up here.
GROANS WITH EXERTION
BOTH GASP FOR BREATH
I'm all right.
Time for a drink, anyway.
That's almost the last of the water, isn't it?
-Had yours yet?
-I'll have some later.
Drink it now.
Let's see you.
How much left now?
That's the last.
About had it, haven't we?
Pretty near, I'd say.
-You'd better go on.
-We both go on.
-You'll never get me out.
-Sure I will.
You're getting like old Blower.
Well, face facts.
We can't go on without water.
If you were by yourself,
you might reach the river, fill that flask.
There might even be something we could eat there.
Fruit, maybe, or even a nice juicy trout.
What's the watch for?
It'll be dark for a few hours.
I might lose my bearings.
When it gets light, fire a shot. I'll be listening.
After that, fire one at hourly intervals.
Too bad I don't have a fishing line.
I'll have breakfast ready for you.
Just make mine toast and coffee.
FLOWING WATER BUBBLES AND GURGLES
The Lord be praised!
Yes. They reached the river all right.
He was picked up by some Naga bearers.
They got the navigator out.
Another hour would've been too late.
Forward hospital's flying them in tomorrow.
Anna said he would come back.
I didn't have faith enough.
AEROPLANE ENGINE STOPS
Swore I'd get out.
-Not too much talk.
That's not fair, Nurse.
Mr Forrester and I have got lots to talk about.
All right, Mr Forrester. That's enough.
Well, I'll be seeing you.
Thanks for the ride.
Haven't we met before?
The face seems familiar.
-How about a nice jeep ride?
-Go to hospital.
-You know where I'm going.
I'll take all the methedrine you want.
-Your eyes still ache?
Let's see your tongue.
What an impossible man you are.
All right, get in.
Hello, Miss McNabb.
-Look at me crying like a loony!
Have you heard such a thing?!
There, there... SHE SOBS
She's in there. Asleep, I think.
She hasn't slept until she knew you were safe.
-You can go in.
-I oughtn't wake her.
-There's no need to wake her.
Subtitles by the Australian Caption Centre - 1992