Miss Sadie Thompson Page #3

before they get caught in the rain.

Debbie! Tommy!

- Hi!

- Hi!

Get in before you get soaked!

Got any candy? Any gum?

Hey, you people!

Come sit down!

Chow. Maybe not so good,

but not so bad.

- I'll be eating out.

- You are so wise.

Come on, kids.

It's time to hit the sack!

Come on! Go on to bed!

- I hardly feel like eating.

- The rain doesn't help much.

- How long will it last?

- Two months, off and on.

Mostly on, if I remember

the rainy season right.

My dear?

Dear Lord, we thank thee

for this gathering...

- and for the food which

thou hast provided for us this day.

- Amen.

- Amen.

I didn't know Mr. Horn

allowed radios here.

What do you say?

Hi, folks, you done eating?

That's a good-looking layout.

- Hi, frogmen.

- Here's your shoe.

- Come on in and get wrung out.

- Yeah!

It's that cheap girl who kept playing

her phonograph to attract sailors.

It wasn't only sailors.

She caught our eye too.

Everyone was aware of her.

She made certain of that when

she came onboard.

Behaving outrageously.

Having those parties in her cabin.

- What's she doing here?

- Waiting for the same boat as us.

I detest being under the same roof.

She has as much right

to be here as we have.

I'm going to the hospital tomorrow.

- Feel free to come.

- I'd like to.

- You've done well for the natives.

- That's the least of it.

- What more is there?

- Raise their morals.

- They're happy with how high they are.

- Standards are never too high.

Especially here, where nature

works against us.

Things grow with savage violence.

You see flowers

where there were only roots.

Ice, Mr. Davidson?

The old box gave 18 cubes.

Not bad for war surplus

I got off the beach.

Works if you treat it like a dame.

If you keep it in shape.

Have them lower the music.

I have a headache.

Sure, Mrs. Davidson.

- Hi, your climate's lousy.

- It's the best we got.

Don't I know you? Don't stand.

You'd only have to sit.

We were shipmates on the Orduna.

- Too bad, that sailor getting typhus.

- You haven't met.

- We haven't.

- Mrs. McPhail, Mrs. Davidson.

- Mr. Davidson.

- Nice to know you.

- Miss Thompson.

- Meet Dr. McPhail.

- Glad to know there's a doctor.

- Hope you won't need me.

I'm so healthy it hurts.

- We gotta go.

- I'll be right there.

I've held up the parade long enough.

- Where are you going?

- A brawl at the Chinaman's.

Maybe you'd like to come.

You might have a few laughs.

- Shouldn't you stay?

- Because of the rain?

- No, not the rain.

- You're not reaching me.

You'll be the only white woman.

That's real decent. Don't worry.

A girl gets just what she asks for.

I'm just asking for company tonight.

If you get lonely, come on down.

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