A Countess from Hong Kong Page #4

send for the purser?

- Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Don't bother. I'll go.

Well, I'm sorry,

but if I succumb to sympathy...

I'd have the whole world

on my neck.

Now, if it's just a question

of paying your fare to wherever

you want to go, I'll do that.

But you have to get off

at the next stop.

- It's no use. That's Japan.

They'll arrest me.

- Why?

- I haven't a passport.

- You haven't a passport?

How do you expect to land

in the United States?

- I'll get in some way.

- My dear young lady,

You haven't a chance.

The best thing for you to do

is return to Hong Kong.

Never.

I'll talk to the purser and see

if we can get you a cabin.

Who is it?

- The purser, Your Excellency.

- Oh.

- Here, in...

- Oh, yeah.

Good afternoon, Your Excellency.

Good afternoon, purser. I'd like to know

if you have an extra berth or cabin.

I'm sorry, sir. We haven't a thing.

We're completely full up.

There might be something

at Kobi, but I doubt it.

- When do we get to Kobi?

- Tomorrow morning at 11.00, sir.

- Thank you.

- Is there anything else

I can do for Your Excellency?

No, not a thing. Thank you.

Well, they're full up.

- Full up?

- Yeah.

We'll manage somehow.

Will we? Where do you think

you're gonna sleep tonight?

As soon as it's dark,

I can sleep in one of the lifeboats.

Whatever made you think

you could get away with this?

I didn't think. It was an impulse.

A chance to escape.

Escape? Escape from what?

Have you committed a crime?

Of course not. Escape from despair,

hopelessness, no future.

Nothing to look forward to

but dance halls and prostitution.

But I am determined

not to slowly die and rot.

Well, that's no excuse for your actions.

There's no excuse

for many things in this world.

You're getting off at Kobi,

the next stop.

- Then I can stay?

- Stay? I can't get rid of ya.

Now do you mind going

in the other room while I take a bath?

Not at all, Your Excellency.

- If anyone knocks, don't answer.

- No, Your Excellency.

- Lay off the "Excellency."

- Yes, sir.

What are you going to do

about food?

It's no hardship to miss

a meal occasionally.

- You want me to break down and weep?

- No, but...

Well, then, mark down what you want

on the menu while I lock the door.

Now, when you hear a knock like this,

you'll know it's me.

It's Crawford.

Come in, Crawford.

Harvey says not to wait

for him for lunch.

He's not feeling too well.

I think he's got an upset stomach.

I've got a little

upset stomach myself.

Excuse me, sir. The kitchens

will be closed in ten minutes.

Oh, here it is.

"Chicken a la king,

potato au gratin, string beans...

"cauliflower, a glass of milk

and caramel ice cream...

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