Man Hunt Page #4

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- I'll take your coat, sir.

- You might need it. It's cold on deck.

- You think so? All Right.

Come. Come along.

Only my own cabin you didn't search.

Is it not?

Wait. Away, boy. Away.

I don't need you.

Please. Go away.

Maybe you think I would

hide stowaways, huh?

Or maybe you think I hide

somebody under the mattress, no?

So, now we will sail, Is It not?

- Certainly, Herr Kapitn.

- Danke.

We only do our duty.

Herr Kapitn surely understands.

Certainly. Vaner.

- Yes, sir.

- Tell the First mate we sail at once.

Yes, sir.

Herr Kapitn, uh,

can you take a passenger?

Passenger? You mean he will pay?

He has papers?

He is English, but you

need have no doubt about him.

His papers are in order,

and he has money.

Oh, here he is.

May I present, Captain Jensen,

Mr. Thorndike.

- It's a pleasure, sir.

- How do you do?

I'm not averse to paying whatever

you demand for my passage, Captain.

You see, I have urgent business

in London.

This is my passport, Captain.

Have I surprised you, Mr. Vaner?

I thought I saw you go ashore, sir.

Ah, yes. But I forgot

to say good-bye to the captain.

But he's not here?

Captain Jensen's on deck, sir.

He's going ashore with the cargo manifest.

You may miss him if you wait here.

Ah, yes.

It's easy to miss a man

aboard Ship now, isn't it, Mr. Vaner?

Oh, I thought you leave us when you told me

good-bye. You forget something, yes?

I'm a very forgetful man, Captain.

Always forgetting the obvious.

- It's my failing.

- Come. I take you ashore with me.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Hello.

Isn't this going to get you

into trouble?

Oh, probably, sir, but I don't mind.

It won't be the First time the First mate

and I have had our differences.

I don't think you ought

to leave the Ship yet, sir.

Stop worrying, my boy.

This is England. I'm home again.

But I didn't like the looks

of that walking corpse.

Kept sniffing around the whole voyage.

From the way you described him, I've never

laid eyes on the man or he on me.

Smell that London air.

I'm not worrying anymore,

thank heaven. Thanks to you.

You know, Vaner, there are some things

that words can't express.

And just between us men...

I don't know how to thank you,

so I'm not going to try.

- You've taken me on trust, my boy.

- Of course, sir.

Ah, thank you.

- Just one thing, sir.

- Huh?

It wasn't a woman, was it, sir?

- No.

- I thought so.

- Good luck, sir, and be careful.

- Thank you.

Would you mind seeing

if the coast is clear?

- All Right.

- Good-bye, old boy.

?It's the same the whole world over?

?It's the poor what gets the blame?

? While the rich has all the pleasures?

? Now ain't that a blinkin' shame?

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