Miss Sadie Thompson

Glad to.

Excuse me, Sadie.

- Get on the door.

- What for?

You wanna keep this private, right?

- For who? You?

- We'll rotate every 15 minutes. Fair?

You have till 1100 exact.

Then I take over.

All right.

The more you drink,

the more you gotta drink.

It's the heat. There's enough sweat

in the South Pacific to float a ship.

- Sorry, guess that hit you rough.

- I don't mind.

We forget how to talk to girls.

You're doing okay.

- Where you heading?

- New Caledonia.

Got a job waiting for me.

- What's it like down there?

- The exhaust pipe of the world.

This rock's a deep freeze, compared.

Anything goes.

You won't like it.

As the Japanese say, I should worry.

It's not the first time

I've been away from home.

Open up.

Open the door!

Two meatheads coming.

- They see her gear?

- I tried to dodge them.

- By leading them here?

- I was in the street!

What could I do?

Lock the doors.

Get the place secure.

Secured!

I'll have the board send

an x-ray machine.

- Anything else?

- We need more penicillin and bibles.

I'm happy to say

the old ones are worn from use.

You'll get what you need.

That's the point of an inspection.

- Good morning.

- This hospital is so well-equipped.

It never was

until Mr. Davidson took over.

I have certain persuasive

powers with our trustees in Boston.

- You do well with tropical diseases.

- They're simple to fight.

- Simple?

- Compared to immorality.

- Though things seem to have improved.

- Yes, indeed.

I presume it's time for services.

This is great!

- These men don't respect the Sabbath.

- They mean no disrespect.

See the effect of that music

on the natives? Excuse me.

How about some beer?

- It's my treat, O'Hara.

- Not when I'm around.

Live it up!

You'll be dead a long time!

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