The Real Glory Page #4

Under bed, but it need shine.

No want dinero. Want him.

What for?

Anting-anting. Bring good luck.

Well, didn't you tell me

Moros weren't afraid of anything?

You bet your life.

Well, what you want anting-anting for?

Moro no afraid of things he can see,

only afraid of things he can't see.

Well, what about bullets?

You can see them.

No see bullets. Bullets...

(WHIZZING)

You no believe in anting-anting?

No.

Then what you got those rats for?

Oh, well, they're to help me find out

something I want to know.

Something you no see?

That's it.

Anting-anting.

(CHUCKLING)

Hey, Doc! Come here a minute, will you?

Look, Doc. One of Swede's orchids

is due for the stalk.

Well, how soon, Larson?

Any day now.

Do you know, I do a lot of this pollinating

in my spare time.

Think it'll have to be a cesarean?

Well, it all depends. What kind is it?

LARSON:
It's a Paphiopedilum.

Just a plain Paphiopedilum?

Oh, no, it's a Paphiopedilum fairrieanum.

Oh, that's nothing.

You know, I wanna get a white orchid.

That's why I'm down here.

You gotta go an awful long way

before you run across a white orchid.

(EX CLAIMING)

It's called Cragg.

It fires many bullets at once.

How many they have?

Three hundred.

Bullets?

Enough.

One of these guns worth 20 bulls.

If we get them, you be sultan of Mindanao.

We must get them now.

(SPEAKING MORO)

No, no, Tuan.

They must attack us.

But why they wait?

We kill commander.

Why they not send men?

Perhaps when we send the juramentado

to kill the new commander, Manning,

they send men.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Oh, Steve!

Aren't you coming down to the landing?

I want you to meet my wife.

Yes, certainly. Go on ahead.

I'll be with you in a few minutes.

Right.

Linda, if you believe in marriage,

never say yes to a soldier.

Ever since I've been married,

I've been chasing my husband

all over the world.

I haven't seen him this time in over a year.

I know just how you feel.

I haven't seen my father in over four years.

I hope he recognizes me.

Hey. Hey!

Do you got a box there for me?

Larson. L-A-R-S-O-N.

Bill. Bill!

Bill, look, I got a letter

from a lawyer in Manila.

I wrote to him just to make quite sure.

And they say

they've found the titles to the island.

It doesn't belong to anybody.

I can just move right in.

I don't even have to buy it.

So what I'm going to do...

LARSON:
Hey, Bill, Mac.

Look, my orchid seeds arrived

from Battlement Gordon.

Oh, darling.

Oh, George, my ribs!

Oh, bless your ribs.

Bless your heart. Bless you.

As president of the reception committee

of the port of Mysang...

Linda!

Pardon me.

Linda, this is the man

I've been telling you about.

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