Return to Paradise Page #2
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- 1953
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Honolulu...
Seattle, Detroit, and points east.
You've a great man in America.
You've a great man in America.
President Hoover?
I mean Sake Tomesi.
Who?
Sake Tomesi, the giant
who fights for a prize.
Oh, you mean Jack Dempsey.
Yes, a brave man...
one who destroys his enemies with
one blow of his right hand.
Morgan tane, perhaps you too
are a fighter for a prize?
A man without fear?
- Let him go to sleep, Tonga.
- You're right.
Mr. Cobbett says you stop.
Come to church on Sabbath.
Haven't you boys had enough?
Forward.
ever more. Amen.
We will now listen
to the word of Mr. Cobbett.
Children of Matareva.
This has been a week
of wickedness and evil.
scattered his seed among us...
and defied the laws of salvation
set down by my blessed father.
I speak not only of the guilty
among you...
the withholder of the tithe...
the females who bare their bodies
and invite the sins of the flesh.
has come into our midst.
An infidel who, like Lucifer
from the gates of Heaven...
shall be cast into the pit.
Mr. Morgan!
Now, what?
Do you mean to continue
desecrating the Sabbath?
Why don't you go home?
Thas your only answer?
Can't you see I'm busy?
Quit that!
Are you crazy?
Wardens, everybody,
pull down this temple of evil.
Come on, all of you!
Hey, cut it out!
Look out, she's going!
Now, sir, you'll learn
to respect our rules.
Cobbett, you're wackier
than I thought.
Furthermore, you'll join
the procession when ordered.
You'll attend late vespers.
They never should have let you
out of the booby hatch.
God will strike you!
Who'll help me stick this up?
My father put those windows in.
No man can escape, Morgan,
no man.
Well?
You knocked it down.
You. Help me with this pole.
No one must help him.
I warn you.
Now, Mr. Morgan, you'll see what
it means to be alone in your sin.
I will help you.
Wardens, seize that girl!
Cobbett, stop trying
to seize everybody.
Wardens, do your duty.
Enough! Anybody who doesn't
want to work, get out of here!
Go on, beat it!
Go on!
Get out of here.
Both of you, your souls
will rest in hell.
Who are you?
Maeva.
OK, Maeva, bring the hammer and les
go to work on this temple of evil.
Curfew!
Curfew!
Curfew!
Hello.
Hello.
My name's Morgan.
Kim Ling, trader.
Your friend and servant.
Have you got any
12-guage shot gun shells?
No shells, too bad.
No shells?
Not even in your warehouse?
No shells, no gun.
Too bad.
Too bad. Well, give me...
a couple of tins of beef,
two cans of beans...
and a couple of cans
of fruit.
Too bad, Mr. Morgan.
I have it, no can sell you. Too bad.
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