His Brother's Wife (1936) - full transcript

Rita Wilson meets epidemiologist Chris Claybourne and they fall in love with each other. When Claybourne leaves for the tropics to find a cure against a disease, Wilson gets her revenge by marrying Claybourne's brother although she still loves him.


Subtitles: Lu?s Filipe Bernardes

Is he asleep or is he dead?

Nein, nein, the little
pig only makes monkey business.

He plays possum.

I wish I could find it as funny
as you do.

Don't forget this.

Something like 9.000 of our workmen
have died have died in the jungle...

... in the last couple
of years from this spotted fever.

We can't support a place like this
with our mines closed down.

Mr. Winters, among those 9.000
was Dr. Heinz, my predecessor.

He accomplished nothing.

But he did die, didn't he?

Do these ticks cause the disease
or don't they?

When will you know?

Mr. Winters, I'm a scientist,
I am not a fortune teller.

I asked you a practical question.

And I'll try to give you a
practical answer.

Well, Chris, if you look like a scientist,
then I'm a goldfish.

Hello, Pop. You ought to be home
getting your beauty sleep.

Hey, Chris, where is your band?

Oh, I'm kissing New York goodbye
on both cheeks.

Who'd make up my Edith's tonic?

You know, Pop, it's a funny thing,
but right in the midst of gaieties,

song, and dance, I happen
to remember Edith.

- Nobody matters to me but Edith.
- That's very good, Chris...

- Come on, stick out your tongue, Edith.
- Chris, Mr. Winters wants to talk to us.

Will you fellows tell me something
I can tell to our board of directors?

They're frankly reluctant about
sending you on this experiment.

- Yes, I...
- Now, now, now, don't coax them, professor.

- Chris!
- In plain English...

What's the Rockmore Mines going
to get for its money?

And it costs plenty to send a scientific
expedition down there.

Did you hear that, Edith? Think of all the
money you're costing these nice men.

Will somebody keep this
drunk quiet!

Eh, eh, eh, eh!

Pop says everytime you get mad
you go back a million years.

The glands dry up the spiritual joints,
that's what makes evolution so slow.

Of course I could develop a thesis
if I weren't so thirsty.

Just how drunk are you?

This is just how drunk I am...

...and it may be my last chance
to tell you the truth.

But if you ask for it, you're going
to get it.

- Chris, my boy, what's the use?
- The thing that makes me sick is...

...you haven't got a smell of a notion.
Why, this fellow here, this great man,

...is heading for a spot so many have
never come back from.

You think you're hiring him to do it.
You think you can pull the gods...

...down from the hills and put a harness
on them and say giddyup!

- Why you...
- Now listen, you listen to me...

...or I'll make you listen.

When this world was made, for every
pain in the neck that was stirred into it...

...there was a cure somewhere.

That's why Dr. Heinz died,
you thought you paid him for it.

You think you're paying Pop
here for it.

He's going down to your rotten
fungus swamps...

...because he's fool enough to believe that
he's got to be a buddy's father's business.

And there aren't dollars enough in the
world to send him across the street.

Okay.

I guess I asked for it.

- I know I got it.
- Now why didn't you stay mad?

I had a lot more to say.

But if you are going to remain here
in charge of this laboratory,

don't try it again.

He goes too, besides with me.

What the devil are you saying?
Then the noble words were for yourself.

Oh, so you're going to be tough
to get along with again, huh?

Listen, if he's a sublime a goof
as I painted him,

he needs somebody to look
after him.

Well, I've got Edith all fixed,
I've got a thirst to fix,

I would want to do
that too...

So, good night, noble experiment.

Mr. Winters, we, who are about
to die, salute you.

Claybourne is in to us for
five grand.

Nine, and it's red.

How do you expect to keep
your customers?

- Take another shot at him.
- He's scared to death.

- Here's a hundred.
- One?

Somebody worked hard for
your money.

Five hundred, twenty on 8.

Hey, you got lots of chips there,
I can see them.

- Oh.
- Eight on black.

One seventy-five for Miss Wilson.

One pearl-handled pistol and
some curtains, please.

Either that or kill somebody.

- All down, here comes the winner.
- Another five on 8.

Eight on black.

Tough luck, Mr. Claybourne.

Now I know why they call
you Fish-Eye.

You're in five grand.

Alright, I'll give you a little check.

Number eight repeats.

You see, if you hadn't stopped me,
I'd be even.

- That's all, cash me in.
- Two hundred dollars.

If you'll come into my office,
Miss Wilson, I'll cash them in.

Oh, no, I'll take it right here.

That is, unless you don't want
to be seen crying in public.

There's a little matter I'd like
to talk to you about.

It'll only take a moment.

Excuse me, I think he wants to give me
half interest in the place.

Allow me.

- Thank you.
- This way, please.

- Cute little place you got here.
- You like it?

Bet this furniture cost a couple
of hard bricks.

How that must hurt.
Thanks, Fish-Eye.

- It's a pleasure to see you win.
- Sorry I hadn't more chance to please you.

Remember there's plenty more
where that comes from.

Yeah? Well, that goes for back bills
and some new rags.

Miss Wilson, you come here
quite a bit, don't you?

What do you do for a living?

I'm a fugitive from Major
Beaux Howard.

No, on the level?

- Don't you know?
- No.

Well, I'm a mannequin.

Buyers have to be entertained...

...and it's a swell way to do it if you
want to eat regularly.

Well, you're entitled to get more out of it
than just dinner and a couple of drinks.

Now, there are several girls
who always make a point...

...of bringing their friends here.

- Oh, steering for suckers, huh?
- That's the idea.

I kick back ten percent for them.
I'd be glad to cut you in.

So you think I'd bring guys in here to
have you fleece them to get a cut.

Isn't it bad enough they have to pay through
the nose for phony food and liquor?

Now wait a minute.

Lay off, will you? That's the crummiest
proposition I ever heard.

Alright, lady.
But keep your mouth shut.

I'd hate to see anything happen
to them pretty teeth of yours.

- I got enough left to buy you a drink.
- I came over to buy you one.

- I'm the winner.
- Alright, I'll have a gin ricky.

- What'll you have?
- Thanks, a large glass of water.

Lovely spring weather
we're having, isn't it?

Hm-hmm.

Who are you?

Why?

Well, as a kid I was always
taught to say...

thank you, miss so-and-so,
or mister so-and-so.

Oh, alright. My name's Rita Wilson.

- Want to make something out of it?
- I certainly do.

Oh, Rita.

Did you forget that we were supposed
to check in at Harry's party?

I've been looking all over
the place for you.

Oh, that's too bad, Bill.

But this is a distant relative
of mine.

Oh, is that so?

Well, I didn't notice anything like that
at the roulette table.

That's just it. We haven't spoken
to each other for years.

His, er... his branch of the family
doesn't approve of me.

Sir... we're going to dance while I give
her some messages from Duluth

- I thought you came from Des Moines.
- Oh, I do, I do...

But the Claybourne branch of the
Wilson family comes from Duluth.

You know, your aunt Mary is
the mother of twins, and er...

one of them looks like you
and they're scared to death.

Oh, no!

I heard them call you Claybourne.

Yeah, Fish-Eye's calling me
a lot of things right now.

Related to Dr. Claybourne?

Well, there are two doctor Claybournes,
my father and my brother.

I'm related to both of them.

- Your father has my appendix.
- Well, some people have all the luck.

Hey, not so tight, not so tight.
What about all the neighbors?

Neighbors?
No, no, no, we're all alone here.

There hasn't been anyone but you
all evening.

If you say everything all at once,
what do you do tomorrow and the day after?

Who said my luck was bad?

Bigger than Duluth, isn't it, cousin?

Hm, brighter than Des Moines.

Yeah, it's kind of tough to say
goodbye to all of this.

Oh, you can't. You can't shake
off New York.

It'll follow you around the world
like a dog.

Or a woman.

- Hmm... burnt child, huh?
- Yeah, my fingers are ashes.

Now don't tell me I'm getting
warm again.

Oh, no, no. You're safe
with me, Mort.

I'm just a neon sign.

But you didn't tell me where
you were going.

Jungle. Got a date with a bug.

What's that?
With a what?

Well, it's like this.

Down there, a thousand or a million miles
or something, there's a little bug.

A killer.

Oh, I see, public insect number one.

No, on the level. I'm leaving
around the first of June.

- Scientific expedition.
- Oh, forget it, you're not a scientist.

They have whiskers down to here.

That's why they disguised me
as a playboy, full of germs.

Oh... Kind of had me fooled too
for a minute.

Uh... you know you're a very
attractive girl, Miss Wilson?

Oh, alright, I confess.

Somebody would have told you
sooner or later anyway.

Look, is this party that we're
not exactly at awfully important to you?

I mean, couldn't we play hooky
and sort of...

Well, er...

Are you going to be risking
your life in that jungle?

Oh, absolutely!
I'll be dying like flies.

Then it's my patriotic duty.

Let's go.

No, no... it won't do.
I don't like your profile.

Or your full face either. You know,
I always get serious about noses like yours.

It takes two to get serious, cousin.

Well... I wish you had a wooden
leg or something.

You know, I'd hoped to leave this
continent with a clear mind.

Oh, I don't go for sentimental
hangovers myself, big boy.

I've got a career too.

Ten or eleven million people
stewing at our feet,

another hundred in there, and only
two of us know it's a big joke.

Whoa!

Okay?
Thanks, there you are.

Cover the waterfront.

- Are you tired, Rita?
- Never better.

What do you say if I come in
and cook some breakfast?

More breakfast? We had it at Giuseppe's,
the Dutch Mill, the Kitty Kat and Paulina's.

Well, come on, let's sit down and watch
the rest of the world go by.

You know, Rita, you're a lot of fun.

You take a circus,
you mix it with Monte Carlo,

you sprinkle it with Coney Island...

...and you season it with the moonlight
of Venice and it spells R-I-T-A.

Months from now when you've
forgotten my name...

...I'll write that to you on a postcard.

Ten days yet. Ten more days
of glorious insomnia.

We could collect a lot of hats
in ten days.

By the way, doesn't that little trick
of yours ever land you in the hoosegow?

No, I just can't seem to resist
collecting hats.

That isn't the only thing you
collect, is it, Chris?

I crown you Queen of the Night.

Well, I guess I'd better be going.

- What's your hurry?
- Work at nine o'clock.

What do they do to you
if you don't show up?

What do you do with a gun?

- I scramble eggs like nobody's business.
- With a gun?

No, with a stove, you idiot.

Alright, you go home and practice
and phone me tonight at seven

Now look, you've got to have lunch
somewhere. How about with me?

One o'clock at Howard.

Of course you know I could sort of
sit around on these steps...

...until a quarter to nine and see
that you got to the store alright.

Good night, you loon.

Hey, wait a minute, haven't you
forgotten something?

- Haven't you forgotten something?
- Huh?

- Oh, yeah, yeah, I did.
- It's much better that way, isn't it?

Good night, Chris.

Fooling around with an ice cream
man, huh? I'll show you!

Let me down, my heart's
in my mouth!

It isn't big enough, your heart,
I mean.

Ouch! Ouch!

What's the matter?

Oh, my poor girl.
Did no one tell you?

May went the way of all flesh
two days ago.

Just about the end of our
sentence, isn't it?

- Almost time to...
- Yes.

We're down to hours now,
five, six, seven...

Good Lord, my boat leaves in less
than twenty-four.

Did you ever know ten days
to go so quickly?

Sure, once when I had the measles.

- I'm flattered. Did you have a light case?
- Hm-hmm. I have a light case of everything.

Low susceptibility and...
quick recovery.

I see, no bad after effects, huh?

In a couple of days I'll be
just a memory.

What will you remember, Rita?

Oh, I'll remember a lovely,
crazy interlude,

all tied up with bus rides
and laughs, lots of fool talk and...

...sometimes no talk at all.

I'll remember hitches in milk wagons,

throwing stones in the Hudson River,
changing hats with the multitude and...

You.

You will leave me a couple of hats,
won't you, for my...

...memory book?

I'll remember all that.

And a lot more too.

A beautiful gay smile and...

...some bright, shiny tears.

That's a lie. I forbid you
to remember that.

Hey, where do you think you're going?

Do you know it's five hours since
we had dinner?

I'm starved. I'm going to
clean up a bit.

That's what I like about you,
so soft, so sentimental.

Here it is, my last night and all
you can think about is your stomach.

Well, it's been pretty nice,
hasn't it, kid?

What? Oh, yes, lovely,
not a bit of rain.

Us, I mean, stupid, not the weather.

You know, I really think I'm going
to miss you.

- No.
- Yes.

Now I know I will.

You know, I can't bear to think
about tomorrow.

No such thing as tomorrow,
don't you remember?

Oh, yes, yes, no sentimental hangovers.
Careers come first.

And only...

only two people knew it was a joke.

What's the matter, darling?

I don't know.

I...

I just can't snap my fingers anymore.

Easy, you're not losing your
sense of humor, are you?

Who me? No, I can hardly wait
until tomorrow.

A whole new batch of buyers.

You don't need to rub it in.

Oh, what difference can it make to you
fighting your old bugs in the jungle?

No difference at all, not the slightest,
minutest, most infinitesimal difference.

I guess I'll get my hat.

Yeah, it's a good idea.

Oh, darling.

We never expected it ending like this,
did we, dear?

There won't be any kind of ending now.

- I never dreamed...
- Neither did I.

When did you first...

Oh, way back in the milk wagon
hitch, I guess.

Oh, darling, if we go on laughing,
and playing, and kidding...

with each other another
minute, I...

If you'd sail tomorrow, I...

If I'd sail tomorrow?

- Well, you're not...
- How can I possibly give it up?

Oh, that's right.

I forgot this was all a joke.

Come on, let's, uh...
pick up those feed bags.

- Now, Rita, listen.
- Oh, listen to what?

You can laugh if you want to
afterwards, Chris, but...

But just once...

just once in a lifetime two people meet...

who completely and hopelessly
belong to each other...

Sometimes they don't admit it until
it's too late or they...

...they don't fight hard enough to
stay together.

Oh... I guess it's pretty funny.

Me expecting to be taken seriously
by a Claybourne.

Delusions of grandeur, old girl.

Humph.

Why, you couldn't have made tourists
third on their old Mayflower.

Now look here.

In the first place, the Claybournes didn't
come over on the Mayflower,

they came over two boats earlier.

In the second place, if I don't go on that
expedition tomorrow, I'm washed up.

No career and a yellow label.

- And in the second place...
- Third!

Alright, third, fourth and
nineteenth place.

Compared to a mere woman, do you know
what my career amounts to?

Do you?

Not that!

Oh, darling.

You... you mean I...

- I've beaten the bugs?
- You've wiped them out.

Miss Wilson, I love you.

Professor Claybourne, I adore you.

Come on.

- Where are we going?
- Home.

To break the news.

Taxi.

Yes, sir.

Let me take them, Mike,
I've been waiting for them.

- Say, what's the...
- Orders from the big shot.

Here you are, sir.

- 85th St. 34 East.
- Right.

Hey, I don't want to stop here.

The boss wants to see you.

I haven't got a date with Fish-Eye.
Why did you bring me here?

Orders, sir.

Why, I'm a son of a gun.
Now I want to see Fish-Eye.

Come on.

Howdy, how are you?

Do you think I'll stand for being
pulled in like this?

Hold your horses, kid.

Or you'll blow my head off, huh?

A couple of weeks ago you said
something about a check.

- My check for five grand?
- That's all I want.

You got all the dough I had. It was your
idea to keep on extending credit.

Well, I'm overboard. It'll take me
some time to get it.

- You got no kick.
- Alright, you'll get it, every nickel.

Yeah? You're leaving this neck
of the woods for the jungle.

Sailing tomorrow afternoon.

And no insurance company would bet
a nickel you'd ever come back.

Something's changed my mind
about going.

- Oh, quit stalling.
- You think I'm lying, huh?

Quit it, will you, I got a business
to run.

Ah, you're a funny kind
of rat, Fish-Eye.

Now get busy for the jack
to make that good.

Yeah, sure, when I come back.

Mr. Claybourne, gentlemen.
I won't bother you with names.

What goes on here, Fish-Eye?

Well, these gentlemen saw me cash
a check for five grand.

That's ten years if anything's
wrong with it.

Ten years, no fooling.

Why, you dirty...

Boy, I treat my guests right.

Takes a pal to cash a check
like that.

- How long do I get?
- The bank closes at 3 p.m. tomorrow.

You won't get away with this,
Fish-Eye.

Three o'clock or ten years.

And that's that.

And that's that.

What's the matter?

A check.

If I don't dig up five thousand
dollars by tomorrow,

I spend ten years turning boulders
into little pebbles.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Just don't worry. Tom will help us.

Will he? Must be some brother.

All wool and a yard wide.
Never makes a mistake.

You know what kind I mean?
- Oh, yes. They scare me to death.

- Chris... Chris!
- Yeah?

- Hold my hand.
- What's the matter?

- What are you scared about?
- I don't know.

Well, this is the family stabbing grounds.

Gee, it's so quiet you can hear it.

Some of the family?

Yeah, that's an early Claybourne
over there.

- Your mother?
- Uh-huh.

- She's grand.
- It's the only memory I have of her.

She died when I was very young.

Uh, that was a great old guy
over there.

He sailed a whaler out of
New Bedford.

Tough old bird, he had a wooden leg
and a glass eye.

Which is the glass eye,
the one on the right?

Yeah, how did you know?

Oh, I don't know, it has a kinder
expression than the real one.

- She's lovely.
- Well, now...

You just sit down here. I'm going
to leave you for a few minutes.

Too bad I didn't bring my knitting.

Golly, this place just reaks of 1936.

- No wonder you go places.
- You're going to be alright now?

Oh, sure...
They're in bed, huh?

Yes, well, Tom always turns
in early...

...and so does Dad when he gets
a chance.

I'll be seeing you.

Don't you think you ought to wait
until morning to tell them?

I mean, about me.

Oh, I won't disturb Dad, but you
gotta meet Tom tonight.

Oh... go ahead, Chris.

Oh, Chris!
- Yes?

Hm... nothing.

I keep babbling because I'm afraid
to let you out of my sight.

Go ahead, make the world
face a democracy.

I'll think about you when I go
over the top.

Is that you, Dad?
Hospital wants you.

No, it's me, I'll be right up.

You remember me, don't you?
I'm your brother.

- Where's Dad?
- Out on an emergency.

I might have known there was
a woman in back of this.

Haven't seen hide nor hair
of you for ten days.

- Who is she?
- Oh, she's great.

Look, did you ever meet a girl who...

...makes you feel as if the moon had just
shot over the mountain tops?

Who is she this time?

- You wouldn't know her.
- How long have you?

Oh, about two weeks.
Ten days to be exact.

- Where did you meet her?
- Crystal Club.

Some girl you picked up
in a gambling house?

- Cut that out, Tom.
- What does she do for a living?

Models clothes.

Nice figure, huh?

How would you like it if I talked
that way about Mary?

Now listen, kid.

Mary and I have been knocking around
together since we were in highschool.

She expects very little.

I don't even have a chance to see
much of her, but I know she's there.

Always in the background,
something I'm working for.

Not very romantic, perhaps, but...

it's the kind of anchorage that doesn't pull
loose with the first heavy gust of wind.

Well, don't get the wrong slant
about Rita.

Come on downstairs and
meet her, huh?

- You brought her to this house?
- Yeah.

That shows you how much
I think of her.

We're getting married tomorrow.

Nice going.

You're going to ask this girl to
throw over the high spots...

...and spend her honeymoon in
a fever-infested jungle.

Swell break for her.

I'm not going, Tom

- You're not what?
- I'm not going!

Now easy, kid.

Nobody blames you for going haywire
over a girl for a few days.

You've got a tough assignment
ahead of you.

But when you talk of quitting,

throwing away the chance to make
a career for yourself.

You're going on that boat tomorrow
if I have to nail you to the mast.

That scoundrel wouldn't let
you leave town, huh?

Right.

If you stay, he'll pull you in anyway.

- Thought I might go to Dad.
- No, you don't!

You know he's snowed under.

Yeah, I know, I know...

Ah, what right had you to gamble
for that kind of dough?

Oh, I don't know what I feel, it's like
something you dig up under a rock.

Ah, well, maybe I can dig it
up for you, kid.

Oh, I told Rita you'd help us.

She doesn't enter into this.

If I raise the money, it's on the one
condition that you leave tomorrow.

Nothing doing.

But if she's the right kind of girl,
she'll want you to go.

You don't think we're in love,
do you?

Of course not.

A couple of weeks whirling,
dust in your eyes.

If it is the real thing, she'll wait.

- For two years...
- I don't care if it's two hundred.

You owe it to yourself. You owe it to us
to play the game according to rules.

Now let's go down and talk
to this lady.

If she is a lady, it'll be okay.

Now wait a minute. Don't try to stampede
me into this thing, will you?

Alright, stay and marry her.
Dad won't let you go to jail.

Let him squeeze another mortgage
on the hospital,

give up your job, play around and have fun.
The old man will pay the piper.

Oh, I wish you weren't always
so darn right.

Come on, let's talk to the lady.

My brother Tom.

Good evening, or... good morning.

How do you do, Miss...

I'm afraid he's a little remissive
about names.

Maybe he's forgotten mine.
It's Wilson, Rita Wilson.

At the moment.

Er, I'm sorry we kept you waiting
so long, Rita.

Oh, that's alright.

I'm afraid I owe you an apology
about my getup.

Oh, it is a little late,
but it suits you.

Um, Tom's going to try to help out.

You said he would.

I guess I'm a bit of a shock
to you, huh?

Oh, no, not at all.

Cigarette, dear?

No, thanks.

Um...

Wouldn't we all feel a lot more
chummy if you both sat down?

Listen to me. Anybody would
think I lived here.

I suppose, Miss Wilson, Chris has told
you about our financial status, and...

...the opportunity he has to advance
himself professionally.

Of course, why?

Well, you see, Rita,

What's the matter with the lights in here?
It's a little depressing, isn't it?

Hmm...

And getting a little cold, isn't it?

How about some coffee, Rita?

No...

I guess I can take it on an
empty stomach.

You're going tomorrow, aren't you?

Yes.

Well, that's all I was waiting for, I...

- ...had to know.
- Not so fast, Rita.

- We want you to understand the situation.
- I think I do.

It wasn't easy for me to make
this decision.

No, brother Tom helped you,
didn't he?

I tried. It's a very important
step in his life.

- What about my life?
- He has definite obligations.

Is your brother lending you the money for
Fish-Eye? Is that the hammer over your head?

Let me answer that.

I may not be able to raise
the money.

In which case, Chris's career
will be completely shot.

But if I do, it will be on the one condition
that he leaves tomorrow.

- Was all this rehearsed upstairs?
- Don't talk like that, Rita.

Tom's only trying to help me
over a tough spot.

Meaning me?

- Now, listen, darling, when I come back...
- When you come back.

That makes brother Tom laugh,
doesn't it, when you come back.

In a couple of days you'll be saying,
too bad she fell on my neck.

Too bad she had no dignity.

Too bad she did a lot of things.

Rita, I know how you feel,
but I do wish...

...you wouldn't jump to a lot of
ridiculous conclusions.

Ridiculous is right.

I'd be crazy to waste any more
time on this fake setup.

Now, listen. I want to talk
to you alone.

- Let me take you home.
- You're not taking me anyplace.

You're to good a talker and I'm
too big a sap.

You win, brother.

You've saved the family honor.

You know as well as I do...

...that the stray cat he brought home
has been heaved back over the fence.

Wait a minute.
You know perfectly well she's right.

I know perfectly well you're making
a mess of things.

Rita! Rita!

Hey, Rita, wait a minute!
You can't go away like this.

Hi, Chris.

Who's the lassie?

I'm sorry I wasn't home for
dinner tonight, Dad.

Oh, that's alright.

It's been a long time since a young
lady left this house so... so fast.

And so early.

Or so late.

Hello, Tom.
Now I know it's respectable.

The hospital was trying to reach
you about an hour ago.

I know. I talked to them.

You know, it makes me a little bit
sad to see these trunks.

But mighty proud.

I was reading about you
in this paper.

- Very exciting.
- He doesn't think so.

Ten years from now he'll know
what it means.

An assignment with Fahrenheim.
A chance to make your mark.

- I'll go to bat this time.
- That's the spirit.

Just remember that when I pass on...

...there won't be a loose nickel
for you to frolic with.

You're brilliant and an awful idiot.

But I love you.

Right back at you, sir.

It's mighty tiresome learning
to be of service, isn't it?

But once it gets under
your skin, Chris,

then you've really got something
to live for.

- Well, see you in the morning. Good night.
- Good night.

We're pretty proud of our lad,
aren't we, Tom?

Oh, I wouldn't go quite that far.

Hey, hey, snap out of it.

The girl isn't worth a second thought,
Chris, take it from me.

Listen, Tom, I can't take it from you.

I can't take it from anybody.

You've done plenty for me tonight.

I'd like to say I'm grateful, but...

...somehow I wish I'd told you to go
straight to the devil.

Good night.

Sit down.

I figured you'd come back
sooner or later.

- Is that proposition still hot?
- Sizzling.

- Well, I'll need an advance.
- Sure.

- Will a century help out?
- No, but five grand will.

- You sure got a sense of humor.
- Oh, I don't need it in cash.

You got a sucker's check with the name
Claybourne name scrawled across it.

What are you going to do with it?

Put him behind the bars if he don't
come across.

- I'll take it and lower the commission.
- Now, listen.

I know you're a smart girl alright,
or I wouldn't be talking business with you.

But don't try and get too smart.

If I were smart, I wouldn't be
buying a bum check, would I?

Why, I'll bring guys in this joint that
you'll shake loose of more than that.

I'm not arguing about that.

But that check is a kind of a personal
matter with me.

Kind of personal with you too,
I guess, eh, baby?

You figure it out. I'm tired.

- Is it a little go?
- Always willing to take a little gamble.

Sure you are.
When the cards are stacked right.

Here it is, baby.

But you don't get it until you've
worked it off.

Okay. I'll start punching the clock
tomorrow night.

Oh, by the way.

There'll be a man around to see
you in the morning.

A bird that leans way backwards
with a holier than thou attitude.

That's the brother, you can't miss him.

He's got little wings sprouting out
of his shoulder blade.

He'll try and make a deal with you.
Just tell him it's paid.

No names mentioned, no post-mortems.

- Just don't let him pay, get me?
- Yes, I get you, plenty.

Hey, Rita.

What surprises me is why a swell-looking
girl like you always falls for a piker.

You said it.

But I'm the kind of a gal who...

Well...

who makes them feel as if the moon
had just shot over the mountain tops.

Good evening, sir.
This way, please.

The boss will be tied up
for a while, doctor.

- He says to make yourself comfortable.
- Thanks.

Good evening, Dr. Claybourne.

- Remember me?
- Yes, I remember you, of course.

- Don't get up, I work here.
- Oh, I beg your pardon, I...

- I was rather surprised.
- Wouldn't you like something to drink?

No, thank you.

- Mind if I sit down?
- Please do!

I have.

Have you heard from Chris?

- Yes. Have you?
- Of course not.

We said bon voyage and adi?s
at the house that night.

- Oh, it's better that way.
- Much better.

How did you know Chris and I
were kidding ourselves?

You did know. You were just
as sure then as you are now.

It's only horse sense, isn't it?

Doesn't it make you squirm sometimes to see
people make such awful fools of themselves?

Why discuss it?

Well, I'm glad you know I didn't
mean Chris any harm.

But it was New York, and spring, and...

That always does something to me.

Do you know you're an entirely
different girl tonight?

Not a trace of a neurotic.

Chris was very fortunate to be able
to spend the last few days...

...with you before he went
into the wilderness.

Thank you.

I think he was even more fortunate to have
you help him out of that financial jam.

You know, a rather strange thing
happened about that.

Tell me about it.

When I came here the next morning,

the proprietor told me that Chris's
debt had been settled.

With no other explanation.

I was rather mystified, but...

very pleased because I had only
been able to raise $2.500...

...and I was going to have to ask him
to accept my note for the rest.

He, uh... he didn't give you
the check, did he?

No, he didn't.

That's why I'm here tonight. I phoned
several times, it worries me.

Oh, well, I don't want you to worry,
Dr. Claybourne, but...

that check will never be used
against Chris.

Promise not to misunderstand
if I explain something?

Yes, I think so.

Well, you see, I like Chris.

Oh, nothing serious, but he was fun.

Maybe I thought I was in love with him...
Anyhow, that doesn't matter.

You made me realize how his career
depended upon that expedition.

I... I had a little money my
grandmother left me and...

I came around here that night and
settled with Fish-Eye.

Was that a very underhanded thing
to do, Dr. Claybourne?

Underhanded?
Why, it was most generous.

Of course, you'll be repaid just
as soon as I can...

Oh, I don't need it. There's no hurry.

- Here's to Chris?
- No.

No, here's to you.

I'm afraid I owe you a very
humble apology.

No, you don't.
You owe me a dance.

It'll be a pleasure.

It must take a lot of idlers to support
a fool's paradise like this.

Life is just a straight road
the way you see it, isn't it?

- Why not?
- Oh, I don't know.

I had a crazy idea it was like a river.

It goes winding around, trees hanging
over it, a quiet little pool...

And then sometimes it goes
like the devil.

Listen to me telling you.

Couldn't you skip the hospital
for one night?

Oh, I'm afraid not.

Please stay. It's grand to be with a man
who doesn't know what you look like.

Or care if you're young or old.

You know, doctor, a girl likes to think
she has a mind.

You have a lot of character.

I'm sorry. I'm afraid I dance
atrociously.

- Even Mary complained.
- Mary?

Yes, my fianc?e.

But I don't get a chance to dance
much nowadays.

I'd never notice.

You know, Rita,

I'm not sure that I don't know
what you look like.

Thank you for the compliment. And don't
worry, I know you don't mean it.

My dear father always used
to say to me,

it's much better to be good friends
with one strong man...

...than to go stumbling around with
a lot of galoots.

There's the mail!

Hooray! Whoopie!
The mail!

Oh, boy! Come on, come on,
get in there! Open up!

I gotta have one this time,
Charlie.

Come on, snap into it,
hurry up.

Any more for me?

Come on...
I know I got two more in there.

Come on, get down to it.
Hurry it up, will you?

Heat... stink... failure.

Last week, and the week before,
and before, and before!

Mein liebe, failure is the only
road to success.

Well, you can fail just as well where
you can put on a clean shirt...

...and go out and get a drink,
can't you?

Blizzards are still raging
throughout the Middle West.

Overnight, six inches of snow fell
in New York.

Blizzards in New York and 130
degrees here, aren't we lucky.

Yeah, Pop,

You gotta take yourself mighty
seriously...

to stay buried alive in a place like this
for a fantastic theory...

...that some bug, some particular kind
of tick, is holding back the millenium.

Ya, but we are getting closer,
immer closer mit every failure.

We stumble in the dark, it makes
you feel your way...

That's what we are doing.
Process of elimination.

Okay, Pop.
Process of elemination.

There were seven of us when we came
down here, now there are five.

Your process is sure fine.

Chris, you aren't getting
scared, are you?

Hey, I didn't say it,
don't look at me.

Chris, what have you in mind to do?

I came a long way for this
tick fantasy.

And I never believed it.
I never said I did.

Wait a minute, Chris!

We've made a hundred tries on
a hundred natives...

...and eighty percent of them
are dead.

The guinea pigs live, the natives die.

What a bunch of scientists we are.

She says her husband died
with fever.

The child is sick, will we please
save her. Get out of the way.

Here we go, little girl.

Paregoric.

Er, sofrer el estomaco.
No fever, no fever.

Muito obrigado, muito obrigado.

Pretty swell, isn't it?

Yeah, we cured a baby with
a belly ache. That's great work.

Science is marvelous, but I'm sick of it!

There's a boat going north.

There's a boat going north
and I've just got time to make it.

Who is she, Chris?

You know you can't fool me so easy.

There's no use lying to you,
is there, Pop?

Alright, I won't. I'm packing.

And if anybody here will call it quitting,
say it after I've gone,

because I won't take it!

Every time that mails comes in you guys
have something to look forward to.

But I haven't!

There's somebody that I've got
to have a look at.

Even if it's only a short squint.

That's why I'm taking that boat.

And when I come back,
if you're still alive,

I'll tell you again that I think
you're crazy as a loon.

Well, so long, pals! Cheer up!
We're not failures.

No, the miracle of the baby
with the colic...

will keep the natives shouting hosannahs
till I see you again.

What is it, Miss Spencer?

Oh, they're preparing the patient
for number 7, doctor.

Alright, let me know as soon
as you're ready.

Yes, sir.

Well?

It isn't easy for me to say it.

The board of directors asked
for my resignation.

I couldn't defend you.

Why should you?

Oh, why didn't you let me chuck
it all weeks ago?

Because you're mentally sick and I can't
make a diagnosis without your help.

We don't have to go into
all that again, do we?

Tom, it isn't like you. It isn't like any
of the Claybournes to quit.

- Look what Chris is doing out there.
- Yes, look what Chris is doing.

But don't you think you owe
yourself something?

Ours isn't an easy trade.

It takes a lot of sweat and blood
to write Md. after your name.

Well, some people like responsibility.

I begged you to go away
somewhere for a few months.

A team of mules couldn't drag me
out of New York.

- After a rest, you could come back here...
- No, wait a minute.

What would have happened
to old Brooks if Dr. Peters...

...hadn't come in the operating room
just when he did?

- Now listen...
- I' have lost my patient, wouldn't I?

I bungled it. My mind
wasn't on my job.

Well, it still isn't.

What's the answer?

It's the breaking of your engagement
to Mary that's at the back of all this.

Merry Christmas!
Hiya, Dad, you old rascal!

I'm glad to see you!
How are you, anyway?

Hello, Tom, turn around here.
Let me look at you.

What's the matter with you?

You're all red...
You...

Hey, hey, hey, hey, what's the matter
with you guys here?

Say, if ever I saw two fellow who needed
a cheery word, you look it.

Now wait a minute. If these sour looks
are for me, you're all wrong.

I'm on a definite leave of absence
from Dr. Fahrenheim.

You know, I thought it would be
a grand idea...

Well, if the Claybournes forgot about
humanity for a week or so and, er...

said... said hello, hi-ho, cheerio,
and Merry Christmas.

Well, I'm glad to see you, Chris.

Well... what's the matter with you?

What's wrong with Tom
over here?

Maybe he'll tell you.

But whatever the trouble is, he hasn't
given me his confidence, or Mary

Alright, there's another woman,
does that satisfy you?

- You're in love with her?
- Yes, sir.

Do you think she's worth all this?

- No.
- Tom...

Decent women don't wreck us.
Do you want to tell us who she is?

She's my wife.

Dr. Claybourne Senior, wanted
in operating room number 7.

Talk to him, Chris.
He needs us.

Dr. Claybourne Senior, wanted
in operating room number 7.

It may interest you to know...

...that they're not using the word junior
around this hospital anymore.

Come on, old man.
What's all this about?

About something that doesn't
concern you any longer.

Hey, what the devil are you
talking about?

You say that you're married
and it isn't to Mary.

Who is she?

She makes you think the moon had suddenly
shot up over the mountain tops.

What are you talking about?

You don't remember ever
saying that, hm?

I said that the moon had...

- You don't mean...
- Right, boy.

Rita?

- You're married to Rita?
- Yeah.

But it wasn't the moon.

It was more like thunder and lightning.

Why did that girl marry you?

Why did she do it?

- To get even with the Claybourne tribe.
- But you?

I fell in love with her, I'm still in love
with her head over heels.

Now she's my business.
You keep out of this.

Where is she?

Timbuktu, so far as I'm concerned.

And wants no part of me since the night
we ratted out a minister in Greenwich.

She laughed all the way home
in the taxi.

I'll never forget that laugh.

Nor the way she looked at me when
I tried to put my arms around her.

Then she kept looking at me.

When we hit Central Park,
she stopped the taxi.

Goodbye, she said, I'm getting
out of here.

No other explanation?

Oh, yes, it seems she was a little
tight when she married me, I...

I was cold sober.

Then... haven't been since.

- Divorce her!
- Divorce, she's in my blood.

The only satisfaction I have is
she is my wife.

I warn you, Chris, you keep out of this.

You can't do me any good.

Look, old man, what chance do you think
you have with a girl like that?

I know Rita!

Well... I know her now, at any rate.

Well, here's one thing you
don't know.

Five thousand dollars to Fish-Eye,
remember that?

She paid it. Her money kept you
out of jail.

She paid my debt?
Why did she do that?

Why?

She was in love with you.

Where do you think a girl like Rita
gets that kind of money?

Did you ever try to figure that out? No.
Well, she did!

That kind of money kept
the Claybournes out of hock.

So she thought she could buy me, huh?

And her money served another
purpose, didn't it?

It won your confidence.

Oh, look, Tom, a thing like this can
drag you way under.

You're too loyal, too decent...

...to even realize the kind of gutter
you're walking in.

It doesn't mean anything to her.
She's just laughing at us.

Yeah... maybe there's a way
to stop that laugh.

Well!

- How are all the little bugs?
- Fine.

Only it seems that they're not all
in the jungle.

Could it be that you have a pretty
dangerous one in your head, Rita?

Why did you marry Tom?

Strange world, isn't it?

No, no... it's the people in it.

Who would have thought Mrs. Claybourne...

...would spend Christmas Eve with
her brother-in-law?

Proving that there is a Santa Claus.

The night I changed my name
to Claybourne...

...I wrote you the longest letter
I've ever written in my life.

- I didn't get it.
- Oh, no, I tore it up.

Oh, what a shame that such a literary
masterpiece should be lost to the world.

Oh, but it wasn't. I sent it to
the museum marked, uh...

"Contribution From a Female Architect."

Meaning what?

A designing woman.

That's supposed to be funny, Chris.
Why don't you laugh?

You used to talk straight, Rita.

Why did you marry Tom?

Oh, because he was trying
to save you from me...

...and I thought he might as well
make a good job of it.

Nobody can save me from you.

What did you want to gain?
Come on, let's have it straight.

Because I saw red in a chance
to get even.

It was all so easy. I didn't even
care about that girl.

I wanted to hurt. Hurt anything
within striking distance.

He took you away from me and...
Well, two can play that game.

Too lowdown to understand, Chris.

If you hadn't played it so low,
we'd have wound up together.

Rough going, maybe, but sure
as you live.

Well, er... there's one other little matter
that I should thank you for.

It's quite a new sensation for me using a
woman's money to pay my gambling debts.

Pretty risky, wasn't it, Rita?
Bad insurance.

At the moment, my worldly possessions
amount to exactly $711

Oh, quit it, Chris, will you?

And, uh... it's going to take
me quite a while...

...to pay you back the balance
in nickels and dimes

Yes, $711.

Seven hundred and...

Seven eleven

Say, I got a hunch.

- I feel lucky.
- Oh, don't, Chris!

You haven't a chance, I know.

Now, come on, I want to see if I can't
protect your investment.

It's good for eight hundred.

Alright, here we go. If you don't like
six and five, make it a two and five.

There you are.

Number 7, the gentleman wins!

Same dice if you don't mind.
A C on one and a C on the other.

One's for Chris, the other's for Claybourne.

Alright, let's shoot for a thousand.

Keep going, Chris, it seems like
it's your night to howl.

Hear what the lady says?
Let's go, here we go!

- Eleven!
- You won again!

Here we go, rolling on...

- You're working for me, aren't you?
- Sure I am.

- Then get that mug over to the wheel.
- He won't play roulette.

Likes dice better?
See he plays with these.

- Oh, have a heart, Fish-Eye.
- You heard what I said.

- Don't make me cross that guy.
- Pick up them dice.

Nothing doing.

You figure I should pay a dividend just
because you're mushy about a guy, hm?

You'd rather see him behind bars
than give him the cross, hm?

Remember you haven't finished
working off that check yet.

- I can still slap down on him.
- You wouldn't do that.

Wouldn't I? Get me O'Hara.

- No, no!
- Hold the phone a minute.

Now pick up them dice.

I'm watching those babies, they're
pals of mine. Square on all corners.

Right.

Remember now, you're straight
from Santa Claus.

Straight from Santa Claus,
we want the six and the fives.

- Six and the fives.
- Keep it going, Chris.

Roll them while they're hot.

Uh-huh, straight from Santa Claus,
a six and a five.

How are you, Fish-Eye?

Shooting for five hundred,
there we go.

Eight.

Eight's the point...
that's very easy.

We sure gotta learn it the hard way.
We've done it before, we'll do it again.

Okay, two little honeys,
two little pieces of dynamite.

Let me roll them for you once.

Oh, no, no, I'm in a streek.
Eight's the point.

You can do an eight, I just saw
you do it, whisper to me.

Yes, the baby's going to do
an eight right back, there we go.

- What have we got?
- Eight it is, right back.

Please let me roll them,
just once.

No, no, no, I'm sorry to refuse
a lady, but uh...

Uh... how much ahead did you
say I am here?

- Oh, a little over five thousand.
- A little over five thousand, eh?

Alright, alright, go ahead and roll them.
I got a cramp in the arm anyway.

You'll all enjoin before I'm
finished with this roll.

Put it on the line, we'll shoot
for the five thousand.

- The lady's shooting five thousand.
- Uh... just a moment, please.

The lady on my left is shooting, er...

a dollar twenty-five, thirty-five...
a dollar and seventy-five cents.

And here they go.

Twelve's a loser.

- How much is it there?
- Fifty-three hundred.

I'll pay off.

Well, every sucker has one good hour
coming to him, hasn't he, Fish-Eye?

Uh-huh.

What do you say if we three pals
have a drink, huh?

Come on, now, and I don't want
no for an answer.

Did, uh... she tell you she changed
her name to Claybourne?

No.

- No?
- No.

She didn't tell you she married
my brother?

Why, no.

- No?
- No.

Oh, I see, just a couple of
gabby people, huh?

Purely business hook up.

Well, there's your money, Rita.

And thanks very much.

What's the matter, Fish-Eye,
something wrong with that drink?

No, it's okay.

- Another martini, please.
- Para usted?

One and a two, craps again.

Wasn't it lucky that I stopped rolling
them when I did?

- Let me see them dice.
- No, no, wait a minute.

I want to keep these as souvenirs.

- Come out a minute, boss.
- Okay.

See you later.

Is it that old gag about
not if I see you first?

Having a good time, Rita?

Less than a minute.
Doesn't seem like Christmas, does it?

It's alright with me.

Ah, there's something about
this I can't take.

- A moment like this in this joint.
- Can I go too?

- Go where?
- Any place you like.

- Chris.
- Hm?

Aren't you going to kiss me?

You're my brother's wife, Rita.

I wouldn't even hold your hand while
that condition exists.

But you want to, don't you?

No, no, I came up here to see what
kind of a hat you were wearing.

I'm ashamed of what I did to Tom
and that girl, really ashamed.

- What are we going to do, Chris?
- Ride around Central Park for a while.

We can't do that for the rest
of our lives.

How long would it take me
to get a divorce?

A lifetime in this state. He won't
give you any evidence, Rita.

You could make him give me
a divorce.

Why should he? Leaving things as they
are is a swell way to get even.

When you do a lowdown trick it comes
right back at you, doesn't it?

You're just finding that out, huh?

No time and plenty of distance
is your only remedy.

Say, do you want to take
a gamble?

- Sure, if you roll the dice.
- It's got to be played strictly to rules.

You name them.

Alright, there's a fruit boat leaving
at six a.m., can you make it?

That's part of the rules.

Are you hungry, Astrid?

Here.

- Breakfast, milord.
- Okay.

- Good morning, se?or.
- Good morning.

- Hear how Charlie is?
- Still unconscious. Pete's with him.

You didn't go near that
bunk room, did you?

Oh, just for a little while.
I tried to help out a bit.

- I told you not to.
- Oh, Chris, I'm not scared of spotted fever.

You told me yourself a hundred times
it doesn't spread by contact.

Yeah, stay away from there.

What a city, huh?

Yeah.

Looks like something that fell off
from the back end of a truck.

I trust the se?or will enjoy the breakfast
I have prepared for him.

I heard you slamming around
the laboratory most of the night.

Drink your coffee.

That boat's due in today or tomorrow.
I've been listening for the whistle.

Go ahead and eat.

You don't eat enough,
you don't sleep enough,

you smoke too much and you
work too hard.

You're not having very
much fun, are you?

Are you?

All I know is I'm in the same
place you are.

I don't care very much how I got
here as long as I'm here.

Listen, can't we get along without
all that till we're out in the clear?

Okay.

Why isn't every man a scientist?

Do you know there's more
romance in a laboratory...

...among picks and tubes than in all
the nighclubs in Manhattan?

There isn't anything more exciting than
making nature open its secrets.

And if...

...if I ever have a son,
that's what he'll do too.

Sit down, it's only a freighter. I saw it
coming through the reef this morning.

You're driving yourself nuts.
Eat your breakfast!

Oh, coffee's all I need, then I got
to get back to the laboratory.

You know, I've had a crazy notion
for the last week or so...

...that Tom hated me so much he might
not bother about a divorce.

Well, isn't there any kind of a divorce
you can get around here?

Hm-hmm, they kill each other down
here when they don't like them.

You see what happens?

Listen Chris, if there's no news
when the boat does come...

Then what?

Let Pop sleep it out. He was up
most of the night with Charlie.

He hasn't moved since you left.

Guess he's going out, alright.

- Good morning, Pop.
- Good morning, Rita.

- Did you have a good sleep?
- Not a blink.

One mosquito got down underneath
my net and I fight it all night.

And it won.

- Do Chris go to work?
- Yes.

I'm so tired mit starvation.

You worked all night on poor Charlie,
didn't you?

I'd kiss you if you weren't
so hungry.

I'm sorry I'm so hungry.

Why won't Chris let me help with Charlie?
There are lots of things I could do.

Nein, nein, Rita.
Chris is right.

But I thought nursing was
a woman's job.

Ah, but little Rita, this is different.

Always I tell Chris you should
not be here.

Oh, if you love me, Pop, don't put
that idea in his head.

Another papaya?

Nein, danke.

He goes and gets you here.

I think you make marriage and
honeymoon, but no, you wait.

Now, you do love him,
you're a good cook...

What more he wants?

Well, there's still a little question of
a paper from New York that'll say I'm free.

- I hope it comes soon.
- So do I.

I have a hunch it'll be on this
next boat.

Claybourne wants you right away!

Charlie's dying.

No... no!

His pulse is rapid and thready.

Hemorrhages in the skin,
ecchymosis is present.

Charlie.

Charlie, come on.
Try and tell us.

Did you drink water that hadn't
been boiled?

No... water.

Ticks... ticks...

Ticks.

That hallucination will go to the grave
with all of us.

Typhus is spread by lice,
malaria by mosquitoes,

sleeping sickness by the tse-tse fly.

But spotted fever by what?

Ticks...

Ticks...

Most merciful God, we who put
our trust in Thee,

pray that Thou shalt spare this man.

He has sacrificed his health
for the good of his fellowmen.

We ask Thy mercy to restore
it back to him,

provided this will be for
his soul's welfare.

That he does, he may praise
and magnify Thy holy name.

Amen.

Hey, Pop!

Pop, come here!
Pete.

- What is it, Chris?
- The ticks.

Ticks, it's always ticks.
But this time I think I've got an idea.

Come on!

Get one of those jars and
a pair of gloves.

Wunderbar!

Wunderbar!

We made him sick, alright.
Now can we cure him.

These ticks... ticks fetter infected animal
blood that are carriers of the fever.

They made the guinea pigs sick.

The goat which carried them
was not sick.

The goat must have developed
immunity.

The goat's blood must be the source
of our serum.

- How's Charlie?
- Hardly breathing.

Hurry, Chris, hurry!

Harry milked a goat and he died.

Charlie milked a goat and he's dying.

The solution under our eyes
while thousands die.

Ticks fed on infected animals' blood...

...while we fool around with ticks
from weeds and thistles.

Funny, isn't it?
Good men, aren't we?

Your riddle, you've found the answer.

- If we save Charlie that'll be the answer.
- Hurry, Chris, hurry!

Still he breathes.
A flicker of life left.

He rise. He breathes deeper.

His pulse gets stronger.

More blankets.

Nein... he doesn't need them
anymore.

- We failed again.
- Nein, nein.

You succeed.

You were right with the serum.

But too far gone he was.

The heart wouldn't stand the strain.

Oh, stop it, will you?
Stop it!

Chris, Chris, come on.

Come on, Chris.

- I'll get some coffee.
- Nein, nein.

The priest gave us some after we
put Charlie to rest on the hillside.

Rest.

I wonder if anybody could rest
in that sun-baked desolation.

What can we do with him?

- He's in a bad mood.
- Oh, he's tired and shocked to pieces.

Listen, Chris, Charlie didn't
die in vain.

You're on the right track,
you know that.

Oh, cut it out, Rita,
it's too warm.

Well, the boat's in. I'm going
down to the wharf.

- I've already been.
- Any mail for me, Rita?

- The Medical Journals, perhaps?
- A whole slew of them.

Well, thank you.

Maybe this will cheer you up.

What is it?
It's good news, isn't it?

Good?
This is a lot better than good.

Why, you...
You don't sound very cheerful.

There's your passage back to New York
and all the money I've got.

Fish-Eye gave you 10%, well and I'm
giving you 100%, and bon voyage.

- What does it mean, Chris?
- That you're going home.

This is your finish so far as the
Claybourne tribe's concerned,

so get yourself together.

That boat's sailing tomorrow and you're
going back on her, and good hunting.

- No, wait a minute, let me get this.
- You got it, all of it.

There's just one word.
Scram.

I thought we were waiting
for this, both of us.

I thought we were going
to be married.

You're not very smart, are you, Rita?

Marry you?

Tom was a particular kind of sap, he never
met anything like you before in his life.

He needed the lesson that
you taught him.

Wait a minute, this is unfair.

If I can only get it straight.

- Say it right.
- Say it anyway you like.

Oh, will you stop hammering me
and listen?

- All I can think of is I love you.
- Yeah...

...a jungle cat can love something
or other.

You either have to kill her
or get away from her.

Oh, I despise myself for what
I did to Tom, but...

I couldn't think. Hopeless days,
endless nights...

That's what love can do for you, Chris,
the kind of love I have for you.

When you came back,
the moment I looked at you, well...

You saw what happened.

You're the only girl in the world that I
ever wanted to pay for the whole works.

Right now you're not worth the price
you're asking, and that's nothing.

Oh, go ahead, whip me with all
he words you want to.

All these months we've been waiting
I've sensed your restlessness.

But I thought it was because you wanted
to break down the barriers and...

...your code wouldn't let you.
And I loved and respected you for it.

I wouldn't let one minute of the rest of my
life depend on you, not a minute!

What kind of a deal did you think you were
giving me when you brought me down here?

I wasn't thinking about you,
I was thinking about my brother.

And uh... a few other things.

Okay.

If you figure I had this coming
to me, why...

there's... nothing more to be said.

I only know I love you.

I'll love you till I die.

But that's no weapon to fight through
your blind arrogance.

And now let's call it a day.

- Chris, I want to tell you what I think...
- Oh, forget it, Pop.

I'm checking out.

All this time she's been so patient.

So willing to work.

Why you bring you here
to make a fool of her?

Oh, that's a specialty of hers
making fools of people.

Oh, hello, doctor.
C?mo est?, usted?

Good afternoon, gentlemen.
Come in, won't you?

Please take a seat.

I think you have not met Captain Tanetz.

- How do you do?
- Se?or.

I am the aide to his excellency
the governor.

Doctor Capolo, Doctor Gracioso.

How do you do?

Se?or doctores, by order of
his excellency the governor,

your permit to practice in this province
or enter the interior is revoked.

Revoked, why?

Your experiments are a failure, no?

Yes, very definitely, until last night,

but now we hope to accomplish
what we came here for.

Yes, gentlemen! Claybourne has
a serum found.

Yet last night one of your
party died.

And through his death we think
we've stumbled on the right track.

Yet you were unable to save him
with the serum.

We administered too late,
but with the guinea pig we...

You succeed with animals, eh?
With humans, no.

We plan to on going to the mines in the
interior where the fever's most rampant.

Testing out his serum on a case
that wasn't so far advanced.

- And if the man shoud die?
- Oh, he'd die anyway!

Se?ores, se?ores, permit me to make
it all clear.

Some of our people survive this
fever even without help.

- Your treatments only excites fear.
- And symptoms.

And symptoms.

Well, it's a normal scientific risk,
isn't it?

A risk his excellency, by my advice,
will no longer tolerate.

Therefore, se?ores, I warn you,

it is unlawful that you practice
on any of our citizens.

- Outrageous, this.
- What is this a lot of filthy politics?

If we have found a cure and you bozos
are afraid of losing your jobs?

- Se?or...
- Please, Chris.

Gentlemen, it's your people
we are trying to help.

Ya, we have nothing to gain.

S?, se?or doctor, our people.

But I warn you. If any of them
should die with your treatment,

you shall be indicted for murder.

Good afternoon, se?ores.

Good afternoon, se?ores.

Good afternoon, se?ores.

Chris, I'm... I'm terribly sorry
this happened to you.

It's an old story, little Rita.

Science has always had to fight
superstition and ignorance.

Yeah, and from now on I want what
my hands can feel and my eyes can see...

and the deep dark secrets can
stay up in the cosmic spaces.

Oh... quitting?

You'd better get your things
and go up to the hotel, Rita.

Listen...

If you try out this serum on any citizen
of this rathole, they'll jug you, right?

Ya.

But you could do as you darn well
please with me, couldn't you?

- I have faith in your serum.
- Nein, nein!

Oh, you need a human guinea pig
and I'm applying for the job.

What do you say, Chris?

I say it's a nice, grandstand play
for your exit.

- But I mean it.
- I know you do, Rita.

And she know's there aren't two
men on the face of the earth...

...who'd infect a woman with a deadly
disease for a risky experiment.

Sounded good, didn't it?

Chris, you're more stupid then those
men who just went out of here.

Oh, I'm a sap, Pop.

Have my baggage sent over, will you?
If there's...

If there's anything I've forgotten,
shove it along too.

Bye, you old darling.

So long, Chris.

I'll see you to the hotel.

The good, old-fashioned Claybourne
chivalry, huh?

Tear them to pieces, but tip your hat
to them on the way out.

You're not taking me anyplace.

Thanks for the boat ride
and the humiliation.

Chris, you are an idiot!

Love!

It puzzles me more than science.

I don't know what to make
of you, Chris.

There's a great chance for all of us
to dramatize ourselves, isn't there?

A chance to be heroes and they
won't let us.

I speak of Rita.

For one second of her life
she was right.

It's when she said this place fell
off the back of a truck.

Yes, sir, a garbage truck.

Let's go into town and
get a drink, Pop.

Nein, nein, I'm in no mood.

Maybe I get drunk when
I cure someone.

Adi?s, se?or. XXX

The boat not leave until after
siesta time.

Yeah, well I'm going on board
and sit in the boiler room.

It'll be a nice, cool change after
that bedroom you gave me.

- Hey, young lady!
- Hello, Pete!

- What are you all dressed up for?
- Back to the States on this boat.

Dr. Fahrenheim paid me off
before they went upriver.

- Up the river?
- Yes, the laboratory near the deserted mines.

Nothing can make those
birds quit.

They've got moods like prima-donnas,
but they've got what it takes.

I guess you have to have to be
in that racket.

- How about a gin and lime?
- No, I'm going aboard.

When they left last night,
I wanted to go with them.

But they said no, too risky.

What do you mean risky?

They're going to squirt the tick
juice into Claybourne.

What?

Hey, bring back that baggage!

And the only way to stop them is
to have them arrested and brought back.

Do you wish your friends put in jail?

Sure, I'd rather have them there
than six feet under the ground.

It is a serious thing to disobey
the order of this administration.

Of course it is, that's what I'm
driving at. You're the boss.

I shall take steps that my orders
are not disobeyed.

I knew you would. But you've got
to do it at once before it's too late.

Se?orita, you arrive in the middle
of my siesta.

But later I will take the matter up
with Captain Tanetz.

But I've just come from him.

You go to Tanetz first before
you come to Capolo?

Why sure, er...
I didn't want to disturb you.

- I wash my hands of it.
- But listen...

Se?orita, I worked hard all
the morning.

- I want my siesta... Adi?s.
- I'll go to the governor.

With the election coming on,
it will be hard to find him,

to know who is the governor.

You may even be speaking
to him now, se?orita.

Ugh!

Nein, nein, it is not right.
You are young and I am old.

It is not fair, what do I know
about dice?

Aw, what are you mumbling
about, Pop?

Ah, I should have played pinochle.
I play good pinochle.

You did alright at dice, you won,
didn't you?

Yes, but if it had been pinochle,
maybe I lose.

Ah, stop crabbing, I lost,
it's my party.

Well, everything's all ready.
What are we waiting for?

Maybe we haven't got enough
serum, Chris.

Oh, stop stalling, Pop.
Let's have a look.

Oh, there's enough there for
twenty injections.

Chris like a murderer, I feel.

Is that all the faith you've got
in my serum?

You were different back there
when I was ready to quit.

Yeah, my feet are much colder
than yours are, Pop.

Come on, give me a little
moral support.

Ya... but we wait till tomorrow,
eh, Chris?

We worked hard to make the serum,

Tonight we relax, smoke...
and talk.

Yeah, by then the authorities find out
we're up here and yank us back.

Wait a minute, Chris.
I fix you up something.

Okay, Pop.

Just as soon as you get drowsy,
then I... I inoculate you.

And you won't... you won't have
so much time to think.

Here.

Drink this.

If I swallow that, I'd go out
like a light...

...and wake up in a couple of hours still
hale and hearty. I'm ashamed of you, Pop.

Oh, did... did I make it
a little strong?

Yeah, let's forget about that
sleeping stuff.

I'll do it myself. Give me some
alcohol here, will you?

Ya... wait a minute, Chris. I want to see
if we have everything.

Quit stalling, Pop.
Here goes.

Oh... Oh, I'm so sorry, I...

I broke the serum tube,
it slipped right out of my hand.

You dropped that on purpose.

- Why, Chris.
- Now, don't why Chris me.

Pop, when you try to be clever you're
like an elephant toe-dancing.

You knew that was the last serum we had
and it'll take some time to make more.

- It was all the fault of my monocle.
- Oh, you darned old humbug.

Chris, where you go?

I'm going down to the goat corral
to get some more blood.

There it is. In back of the sugarcane.

- Why, Rita!
- Where is he?

Where is who?

The king of Siam, but I'll take
Chris Claybourne instead!

Where is he? Is he alright?

- Of course he's alright.
- Oh, cut the stalling, Pop.

I know the layout, but I don't
go through, see?

You don't know how that stuff
is gonna work. You know it's crazy.

Sure, but if you love crazy people,
you have to be crazy too.

It's all my fault.
I mean, the way he is.

But I won't let him do it, you understand?
I won't let him do it!

Now, Rita, please.

You know nothing will stop Chris
Claybourne if he starts a thing.

- Well, what are his chances?
- Good, awful good.

- How are you gonna do it?
- It's simple.

With this virus we inoculate him.

And with the serum, please God,
we save him.

Death in one hand and uncertainty
in the other.

That's the ticket, isn't it?

Ya, but I think he'll be alright, Rita.

I'm glad you're here because
he'll be very sick.

And I will need you.

He'll try and throw me out, but you
won't let him do it, will you?

We'll talk to him. He's in the compound,
I go and call him.

Chris! Oh, Chris!

Now don't worry, don't worry.
Chris won't send you back.

No, I don't think he can now.

What's the hurry, Pop?

Well, well, well.

No matter how you try to get away
from me, I still find you, don't I?

Yes, I, er... just dropped in on my
way to a bridge party.

Oh, I... thought you were more
partial to dice.

Pop, I... I've got a little case
of the jitters, I...

...wonder if you could give me something
to sort of quiet me down.

Too much sun, I guess.

Ya, tired you must be with
the long journey.

Here, take a couple of swallows
of this.

Not too much. It'll make you sleep.

Sleep, that's okay with me.

- Some food maybe you like?
- No, this is all I need.

We only have one bunk room here.
Our hospitality is limited.

- Yeah, I get it. Welcome, run off.
- What did you expect?

- Just what I'm getting.
- Well, we've got a lot of work to do,

so when you feel better, I'll take
you down to your canoe.

Wo, wo, wo, not any more, no.

- Himmel!
- What's the matter, Pop?

Rita!

You touch this?
What did you do with this?

Oh, give me the rest of this drink,
will you? I've got the jitters, I tell you.

Rita... Rita, you'll destroy yourself.

My child, that's not right.
You are so young with life.

Right now I feel a thousand years old.

Rita!

- Rita!
- It was an accident.

You deliberately injected that virus
into your vein?

- I tell you it was an accident!
- Oh, why did you let her do it, you fool?

- Oh, Chris.
- Pop, open up those curtains.

- Rita, darling, why did you do it?
- Oh, I'll come through alright, Chris...

...if you just keep your arms
around me.

I don't know if it's the dope
Pop gave me or...

something I see in your eyes, but...

I feel swell.

No serum. And I destroyed it.

Oh, my throat is beginning to burn.

Could the glands have started
to act as quickly as that?

If we only had the serum.

That's our only chance.
What are we waiting for?

Come on.

Why you stop?

This is the first chance I've had
to stop and think and I'm wondering if...

Quick, inject it!

- Suppose it was the serum that killed Charlie.
- It's a chance you must take.

It's easy to take chances with
other people's lives.

We took one with Charlie and his
heart stopped.

- Without the serum she might...
- Give it to her I say!

I can't do it, Pop, I can't!

You are a coward!

Makes you feel as if the moon had
just shot over the mountain top.

Seven come eleven, roll them
while they're hot.

You here me?
Coward!

- Give me that hypodermic...
- Wait a minute, Pop!

Stop hammering me and listen.

All I know is I love you.

I love you.

In three months we shall return with
the equipment for the new hospital.

And now, ladies and gentlemen
of the Rothmore Institute,

in conclusion, I should like to say
that I feel...

...entirely unworthy of the great
honor you do me,

and if there is credit due,
and I'm sure there is,

it belongs entirely to my wife.

Uh, boy, would you hand the
microphone to Mrs. Claybourne?

It was a tough fight, Mom, but I won.

Hooray!

Mrs. Claybourne really doesn't feel that
she deserves this beautiful silver tea set.

All she asks is that a monument
be placed side by side...

...with that of Florence Nightingale.

With the simple inscription, "To the girl who
knocked the spots off spotted fever.".

Hooray!

I'm glad you haven't forgotten
how to be crazy, Chris.

That's the kind of thing you're
gonna have to face...

...when you get to New York, darling.

- I love New York in May.
- Even when it's October?

Oh, let's always pretend it's May.

Even when we come back
with the hospital.

And that's something to look
forward to, to be useful.

You're going to let me be,
aren't you, Chris?

When we come back, you give
the orders, and I'll touch my cap.

Say, we never got a captain's cap,
did we?

Now, Chris, be yourself,
but don't be yourself!

Subtitles: Lu?s Filipe Bernardes