Shanghai Express Page #2

I wish I were. Unfortunately,

I have to proceed to Shanghai.

Why unfortunately?

I suppose every train carries its cargo of sin

but this train is burdened with

more than its share.

- Sir, you seem distressed.

- My name's Carmichael,

doctor of divinity in the service of mankind.

Whom have I the honour of addressing?

My name is Donald Harvey,

doctor of medicine

in the service of His Majesty.

Charming to make your acquaintance.

Dr Harvey, I want to put you on your guard.

On my guard? Why, what's wrong?

One is yellow, the other is white,

but both their souls are rotten.

You interest me, Mr Carmichael.

I'm not exactly irreligious but...

being a physician I sometimes wonder

how a man like you can locate a soul

and, having located it,

diagnose its condition as rotten.

That's heathen talk, Doctor.

Any man with half an eye could see

that those women are on this train

in search of victims.

Very grave charge. I don't know

the Chinese woman but the other lady...

Confound it, that's Shanghai Lily.

I've been attending a man

who went out of his mind

after spending every penny on her.

And that's not all. She's wrecked

a dozen men up and down China.

You're mistaken. She's a friend of mine.

If I were in your boots,

I wouldn't brag about it.

Dinner is served.

Well, I'm ready.

I was hoping that you would

take us into dinner.

You seem upset, Doctor.

No, not at all.

This is Captain Harvey.

Miss Hui Fei.

- I'm glad to meet you, Captain Harvey.

- It's a great pleasure.

- Good evening, folks.

- Good evening.

Time to put on the nosebag.

I'll wait for you in the diner.

- Bon apptit, mademoiselle.

- Merci.

- Bon apptit, monsieur.

- Thank you, Major.

- Et bonsoir.

- Good evening, Major.

You're very cruel.

I reserve the privilege

of choosing my friends.

She's no friend of mine.

I was only trying to be decent.

- Professional courtesy?

- Call it what you like.

- New, isn't it?

- Yes.

- Bravery?

- Of sorts.

That's new too, isn't it?

Yes.

It's very becoming.

Merci, monsieur.

Attendez un moment.

- Dsirez-vous vous asseoir, madame?

- Merci, monsieur.

Don't let those sardines get away, Major.

Trs bien, mon vieux.

Pardon me, please.

I'm sorry.

- Good evening.

- Coming into dinner, Captain?

Yes, of course. After you, sir.

Shut off those fans. I'm an invalid.

If those fans are shut off,

the rest of us will be invalids soon.

- Can we sit here?

- Je vous en prie.

- Sit down, Major.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

What did he say?

He said we should get our passports

and go outside.

What do they want our passports for?

They are government troops,

they want us outside.

I won't get off. We'll all be killed.

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