The General Died at Dawn Page #2

At you?

Mmm-hmm.

But the train's moving.

Sure,

the train's moving,

and it's nighttime

and we're alone.

And I like the lady

and she likes me.

Judy, you've got me

by the throat,

and I'm telling you,

whether it's dopey or not.

Judy.

Don't do that.

No?

You don't

want to do that.

That's what

you say.

What do you think of that,

Sam?

Come on.

You know, Judy, uh,

I'm not one

of the anxious boys.

You're a good guy.

I can wait.

Wanna hear

something funny?

I'm crazy

for a laugh.

I'm scared. Afraid.

Because of me?

Yes.

Well, I'm a man

of infinite patience.

Sure.

You have a whole

lifetime ahead.

It was only the mail.

Why are you so jumpy?

I told you,

lots of things

on the ground don't like me.

Why do they make

those attempts on your life?

A certain honorable

tootsie roll named Yang

thinks he has the right

to control the lives

of tens of thousands

of poor Chinese.

How?

Military dictatorship.

Taxes.

You put, he takes.

You protest, he shoots.

A heartbreaker,

a strike breaker,

a head breaker.

Altogether a four-star rat.

And what do the poor ones say?

Me. That's where I come in.

They're preparing

underground.

They need good guns

and ammunition.

You'll sell to them?

And, naturally, your Yang

doesn't care for that?

You uttered

a profound mouthful, lady.

Why do you risk

your life, O'Hara?

What do you get

for it?

Money? Fun?

Here's my life

in a few lines:

Ran away from

an orphan asylum at 14.

Sold newspapers

on the street

and got pretty good

at ducking blows.

A life of opposition,

you'd call it.

Then I boxed for a living,

you know.

Didn't like smacking

other kids around, so I quit.

Dock walloper for a year,

road construction,

then I joined

an aviation outfit.

A bunch of us came over here

in '29 to fly planes,

and some of the fellows

are still flyin' planes

and dropping bombs

on the same people

I'm working for.

You ask me

why I'm for oppressed people?

Because I've got a background

of oppression myself,

and O'Haras and elephants

don't forget.

What's better work

for an American

than helping fight

for democracy? Do you know?

No, I don't.

But do you believe all that?

That's like asking

do I believe I'm alive.

I hope to spit, I believe it.

If I believed like that

in anything,

I'd do a dance.

Why do you look at me

like that?

Can't I look?

Can't I kiss you?

Ask my mother.

Mrs. Perrie,

may I kiss

your daughter, huh?

Thank you.

What did she say?

She said it's okay.

Very soon, Herr General.

Isn't that marvelous?

They're playing hooky

from a padded cell.

Look at him.

You're full of jokes, aren't you?

Why not? I don't meet

a good girl in 10 years,

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