_ACT ONE_ FADE IN EXTERIOR LAGOON - DAY - CLIPPER as it swoops down for a landing. EXTERIOR BORAGORA DOCK - DAY Not a hint of breeze disturbs the stifling air. Jake and Corky huddle in the shade of Corky's shed, trying to stay cool. Jake is reading a pulp magazine with a lurid "detective" cover of the period. Corky studies his Superman comic book. Their heads briefly follow the course of the Clipper but it is almost too much effort in the heat. Corky silently tries to remember something, and then gives up. In the background we hear the Clipper's engines idle and then shut down. CORKY Sorry, Jake. I forgot...again. Where's Krypton? Jake looks over the top of his magazine. JAKE I told you...There's no such place as Krypton. It's just part of the story. CORKY Too bad. Listen to this.... Jake can't help groaning before Corky starts reading. CORKY You don't like _Superman_, do you? You think it's jerky. JAKE No I don't. ANGLE TO INCLUDE JACK He looks up from his prone position on the work table, head dangling over the side where he can see Corky's comic and barks twice. Jake gives Jack a look. JAKE I liked _Superman_ the first time you read it to me...and the second...But, now I know how it turns out. CORKY (quickly) Don't tell me. ANOTHER ANGLE TO INCLUDE SARAH She arrives at the shed, fanning herself with a paddle fan. SARAH Don't you want to see who's on the Clipper? Sarah turns the fan on Jake, Corky and Jack. They look up appreciatively at the slight breeze it makes. JAKE Can't. (waves magazine) The rich skirt with the great pins just pulled a roscoe out of her purse. SARAH (mock apology) Sorry. (to Corky and Jack) Does that make the least bit of sense to either of you? Jack barks once. CORKY I'm still tryin' to figure out how a pair of blue pajamas and a red cape can make you fly. Sarah gives Jake and Corky a final, impatient fan. Then, looking a bit thwarted, Sarah turns and immediately smiles as: SARAH Perhaps you'll reconsider. THEIR POINT OF VIEW - ZITA HENRIQUEZ sashaying toward them down the dock, her black eyes fixed unmovingly on Jake while most of the rest of her body is moving quite energetically under her brief sarong. Zita is the teenage daughter of a Boragora planter, and she has inherited all the best qualities of her parents: Castillean fire from her father, Polynesian sensuality from her mother. Right now she's using it all on Jake. THE SHED Jake has only time to look up and react with a half wince before Zita drops a lush orchid lei around his neck. She trades a confident look of female challenge with Sarah. ZITA (to Jake) I've been saving all my flowers for you...except the one behind my right ear. SARAH These subtle islanders...everything is a symbol for something else. Jake struggles to his feet. JAKE (to Sarah) Don't leave without me. Sarah grins over her shoulder as Jake tries to sidestep Zita who is standing so that a playing card couldn't pass between them. ZITA Jake! I haven't been to town in a month. JAKE That long... (looking around) I don't see your father. ZITA (evil smile) He's going to be unloading our supplies from the Clipper...all afternoon. JAKE The Clipper! Just where we were going. Jake signals Corky and Jack who barks once in disagreement and rolls over. Corky yawns and stands. Jake hands the lei back to Zita and links arms with Sarah to head back along the dock. ZITA (hopefully) I'll still be here tonight. CUT TO EXTERIOR CLIPPER LANDING - DAY - JAKE AND SARAH walking towards us, Corky to one side and Zita right behind. Passengers from the Clipper stream past them going the other way, flanked by locals hustling a franc by lugging baggage. JAKE (sotto; to Sarah) I do not encourage her! She's a child. SARAH She's a woman enough to recognize that look. JAKE What look? NEW ANGLE - INCLUDING HENRIQUEZ Zita's father, the tough, stormy-featured planter who is manhandling a pile of cargo off the Clipper with his two foremen, Benitez and Guida. Henriquez follows Jake with his brooding eyes as the party passes. Jake nods. JAKE Henriquez...how's the plantation? ZITA Boring. Henriquez flicks a tough hand around Zita's arm and hauls her close as Jake and Sarah continue on. HENRIQUEZ (Spanish accent) Zita! Stay away from the island men...especially him. Obviously, a familiar warning. Zita shoots her father a withering look of defiance. The two foremen smile behind Henriquez' back. They know more than he does. ANGLE TO JAKE He is looking curiously toward the deplaning passengers. Louie is a few paces further along, welcoming them, assigning porters, being a good host and agent. Among the throng is a handsome athlete in his middle forties wearing a snappy suit and a Panama hat...Gamble Rogers. His ready smile tells us he's enjoying a lively retirement, a favorite among the other passengers. JAKE Hold it...I know that guy. CORKY From the islands? Jake shakes his head. Sarah is watching all this with a gleeful, expectant smile. Slow recognition light's up Jake's face. JAKE Try New York City. Gamble pumps Louie's hand. GAMBLE Arnold Rogers...Might as well call me Gamble. Jake and Corky are agog. Sarah nods excitedly that it's true. Jake takes an amazed step forward, but Zita has seen their reaction, and is one step faster. She puts the orchid lei around Gamble's neck. GAMBLE I was hoping one of you island girls spoke my language. He puts his arms around Zita and accepts a welcoming kiss. Henriquez is right there to separate them, a bit roughly. HENRIQUEZ She is not the kind of 'island girl' you are thinking! Gamble backs off. He's in a strange country, and he doesn't want to start anything. GAMBLE Take it easy. I don't want to step on anybody's toes. But before Gamble's apology can have any effect, Harvey Bean, road manager for the tour and a crusty veteran of many a dugout brawl, steps up and confronts Henriquez. BEAN (belligerent) Watch your manners. You know who this is? Henriquez brushes Bean aside. Louie gestures, "So much fuss over nothing." LOUIE Gentlemen...this is Boragora. Nothing here is worth such agitation. Zita has been straining against her father's pull. Louie puts a hand on Henriquez' shoulder. The two foremen step in and Gamble is shoved out of the ring. Bean shoves back, the tussle grows in an instant and suddenly fists are flying without any clear idea who started what. ANGLE TO JAKE He pulls Zita clear and stuffs her into Sarah's arms. Gamble goes sailing out of the mob, passengers scurrying for safety. Gamble spits out his plug and fixes Jake with a look of "friend or foe?" Benitez grabs Gamble from behind, pinning his arms. Before Guida can begin pounding on Gamble, Jake turns Guida and send him flying off the dock. That answers Gamble's question. Now the Clipper crew men have arrived. A real brawl is shaping up over nothing. Corky slams a crab trap over Benitez' head and the three wade into the scrap. JAKE'S VOICE OVER After you've been on Boragora for a while, you think you're used to surprises. But, something told me this one was going to take a lot of getting used to. The fight rages. CUT TO INTERIOR MONKEY BAR - DAY Passengers and locals are streaming into the bar, some tending bruises, exhilarated over the fight. Jake, Corky and Gamble stomp in arm in arm, comrades. JAKE You missed a good one that time, Jack. Jack barks once that he didn't. GAMBLE A round for my new friends, bartender. Gamble slaps the bar, then kneels to scratch Jack's head. GAMBLE (continuing; to Jake) This guy answers to you? JAKE Kinda the other way around. Jack barks twice. GAMBLE (continuing) Fair enough. What'll you have? CORKY We'll have a beer. WIDE Gamble tells his order to the bartender as Jake spots Sarah entering with Louie and steps over to them. Louie looks over Jake's cuts and bruises, and ceremoniously offers him the silk handkerchief from his coat pocket. LOUIE My eternal gratitude, Jake. For once you managed to get beat up outside of my bar. Louie moves on to pamper guests into their seats. Jake favors Sarah with a long stare. She takes the handkerchief and dabs his face. SARAH Some surprise, huh? JAKE When did you find out he was coming? SARAH Two weeks, I guess. (lower) Washington kind of want me to keep tabs on him. JAKE When did the State Department start keeping tabs on baseball players? SARAH When they started going on official goodwill tours to places like China. A smooth trip can be very helpful to our position over there. I'm supposed to make sure there's no trouble. JAKE Nice work so far. SARAH (worried) I know...Is he real upset? Jake laughs. JAKE Don't you read the sports pages? Gamble Rogers likes to do a few things with his fists besides wrap them around a bat. Right now he thinks Boragora is heaven. ANGLE TO BAR The drinks arrive and Gamble makes a big show of handing them out. He looks around for Jake. Jake leaves Sarah and takes the offered drink from Gamble. GAMBLE Knock her back, boys. We earned it. Jake, Corky and Gamble toast and drink. Corky pours Jack some beer in a dish and puts it on the floor. Jake can't help grinning, thinking, then grinning again. JAKE Who'd ever imagine we'd be standing here in the Monkey Bar having a drink together. GAMBLE Never occurred to me. Jake wipes beer foam from his lips and grins again. JAKE You know how long..? Sorry...skip it. CORKY Jake's a walkin' bible on you, Gamble. (grins at the familiarity) He knows stats...he's got dates.... JAKE Corky... (beat) 'Course, I have been following your career since the day you came up in the minors...Since I was...eleven? Jake smiles at the memory, then catches sight of Gamble's sour reaction. GAMBLE Eleven, huh? (beat; big smile) I wasn't a hell of a lot older at the time. ANGLE - PAST THEM TO DOOR Henriquez is entering, anger from the fight still making him burn. Benitez and Guida are on his heels, Zita sandwiched between them. They're grim but Zita waves and simpers at Jake. Jake looks over and sees Louie and Sarah flashing him the high sign. Jake nods. JAKE (to Corky) Keep an eye on Mr. Henriquez while I show Gamble a few points of local interest...okay? (off Corky's look) Gamble'll be here 'til tomorrow. You'll see plenty of him. Corky nods. Jake tosses down a bill and plucks two new bottles of beer out of the bartender's hands. JAKE (continuing; to Gamble) Something out on the dock I'd like you to see. Gamble shrugs and follows Jake as they shoulder through the crowd. Harvey Bean and a Japanese passenger from the Clipper, Mr. Harada, meet them coming the other way. GAMBLE You were pretty good in the clinches out there today, Harv...Jake, say hello to Harvey Bean. He's kinda road managing this trip of mine. Used to --- JAKE (shaking hands) Center field with the Senators. I remember. You weren't bad in the twenty-four Series, either. GAMBLE (chuckles) Probably knows the year you started playin', too, Harv...even though he was in diapers at the time. Harvey nods at the truth of this and shoves Mr. Harada forward. Harada has his Clipper ticket in his hand and a pen. BEAN You remember Mr. Harada, Gamble. He's on the Clipper with us. Gamble clucks his tongue against his teeth and winks at Harada, taking his pen and signing the ticket...an old routine. GAMBLE Like to go back to your country one day...Hope I get a chance. HARADA (bowing) Also. A great honor. NEW ANGLE WITH GAMBLE AND JAKE leaving Bean and Harada behind and continuing toward the batwings, Gamble leans in for a confidential word to Jake. GAMBLE I got 'em all cranked up on playin' ball over in Japan four years ago. Natural aptitude. Listen to me...one of these days they'll be as good as we are. They bang out toward the porch, but not before Jake exchanges a taut look with Henriquez and his men. Zita throws her hair back, always ready. CUT TO EXTERIOR DOCK - BAY Jake and Gamble are finishing their beers and toss the bottles in a handy barrel as Gamble admires the Goose. He takes a plug from a pouch of chewing tobacco and pops it into his mouth. GAMBLE She's a beauty...pure beauty. JAKE No P-40, but she gets me where I need to go. GAMBLE Go anywhere in a plane like this, huh? Even for a joy ride...on a day like this.... Gamble offers Jake the pouch. He shakes his head, then shrugs and takes the pouch, removes a plug and almost puts it in his mouth but can't. He takes out a cigar instead. JAKE I never really got the hang of this stuff. Tried it when I was pitching Triple A, but I never knew where to.... Gamble laughs and expertly spits off the dock. GAMBLE Damn good thing you didn't stick with the game. JAKE 'Cause I don't chew? GAMBLE No...So you could learn how to fly these things and take me on a _joyride_. With that, Gamble climbs through the hatch of the Goose as if he owned it. Jake finishes lighting up, shakes his head, grinning, and follows. EXTERIOR SKY - DAY - THE GOOSE flying over the green hills of the Boragora coast. GAMBLE'S VOICE OVER They wouldn't let me fly when I was playing for New York -- insurance or some malarkey. INTERIOR THE GOOSE'S COCKPIT - DAY Jake's flying, Gamble taking in the scenery, the instruments and Jake all at the same time. JAKE You don't act terribly heart-broken about not playing anymore. GAMBLE I've done my part for the game. JAKE Seven hundred and fourteen homers...you could say that. GAMBLE Wish they'd give me a team to manage or somethin'... JAKE Think you can manage as good a game as you play? GAMBLE I can manage a hell of a lot better than I...retire! JAKE That's more like it. I never figured you for a guy who'd wind up in a pair of Bermuda shorts on the boardwalk in Florida. GAMBLE (chuckles) Hardly. Man makes a life out of the three B's like I have...That's baseball --- JAKE (finishing) Bourbon, and broads. I know your three B's. I'm afraid all Boragora's got to offer is bourbon. GAMBLE (teasing) I dunno, Jake. Sarah's kinda cute. She available? JAKE (pretending disinterest) Sarah?..Well, I don't know, you could ask her...but don't you dare! They laugh. Gamble studies Jake as he adjusts trim. JAKE'S VOICE OVER Gamble Rogers was turning out to be everything the sports writers said he was -- including the parts he always denied the next morning. And to look at the man you couldn't help but believe he had the right idea about living. Jake turns to Gamble, so obviously taken with the art of flying. JAKE Wanta fly the Goose? Gamble lights up. GAMBLE You mean that? I don't know how. JAKE Just take hold of the yoke.... Gamble gingerly takes the yoke. JAKE And keep you eye on the artificial horizon. Jake points to the instrument. INTERCUT - INSERT - INSTRUMENT as the two parallel lines part slightly. JAKE Keep those two lines together. That means we're flying straight on level. Now, kick it a little to the left, and you got it. Gamble grins like a kid and the lines on the artificial horizon come together. Not content, Gamble intentionally banks then corrects. Next time he banks more sharply, first to one side then the other. EXTERIOR SKY - DAY - THE GOOSE as it wings over into a steep dive, then pitches into a barrel roll. INTERIOR MONKEY BAR - DAY Corky hears the Goose's engines before anybody else, but in seconds the entire bar full of people cringes as the seaplane's din fairly rattles the glasses off the tables. It must have passed only inches overhead. EXTERIOR MONKEY BAR - PORCH - DAY Corky and Sarah come running out with other patrons. Corky looks up with a wide smile. CORKY Look at Jake go. Gamble won't ever forget this ride. EXTERIOR LAGOON - DAY - THE GOOSE as it wallows above the palm trees, flipping through one stunt after another. INTERIOR GOOSE - COCKPIT as Gamble is fighting the yoke, teeth gritted, determined to regain control. THEIR POINT OF VIEW - A MOUNTAINSIDE coming up fast. JAKE Gamble...Better let me take 'er. Let...go...of...the...yoke! Gamble turns loose of the yoke and Jake pulls back on his. EXTERIOR MOUNTAINS - DAY - THE GOOSE as it just misses the mountainside. INTERIOR GOOSE - COCKPIT Jake gets everything under control, breathing a vast sigh. GAMBLE Now that's what I call clearing the center field fence! JAKE (under his breath) Just barely. Gamble sits back with a big, satisfied grin...That was fun. Jake picks tobacco off his lips and examines the halves of the cigar he's bitten in two. DISSOLVE TO EXTERIOR CORKY'S SHED - NIGHT Corky and Gamble are passing a bottle, relaxing on the steps down to the Goose. Corky can't help stealing a guilty look around every time he takes a nip. He's a little thick tongued, but Gamble is in full stride, his energy undimmed. GAMBLE Goslin and I must've drunk everything in Washington but the Potomac River. Corky offers Gamble the bottle back. GAMBLE (continuing) I've had my fill, buddy...where was I?..Oh, yeah...Next day, Goslin goes oh for five and makes two errors. CORKY Bet you didn't do much better. GAMBLE Not much. (beat) Only hit two homers and a double. Corky takes a beat to get this, then bursts into raucous laughter. Gamble chuckles a bit himself. Corky is about to take another pull when a board creaks behind them. He quickly ducks the bottle out of sight, looking around. CORKY Jake? ANOTHER ANGLE - TO INCLUDE ZITA as she steps from the shadow into the light. ZITA Is he here? The combination of nerves and whiskey has Corky a bit confused. CORKY Who? GAMBLE I believe she's lookin' for your buddy. (to Zita) Haven't seen him for a couple hours. Gamble stands and gets an eyeful of Zita...She returns a frank gaze. ZITA Maybe we can find him.... GAMBLE (beat) Maybe we can at that. He flashes Corky a wink, then puts his arm around Zita and they walk off down the dock. Corky watches their shadows sway back toward the hotel and listens to their voices murmuring until he drifts off to sleep. CUT TO EXTERIOR CORKY'S SHED - NIGHT - CLOSE - CORKY'S FACE Jake's hand softly pats Corky's cheek. Then harder. Corky's eyes flutter open. JAKE I see you and Gamble were swapping lies.... Corky smacks his dry lips and looks around, disoriented. CORKY Hi...hi, Jake. What time is it? JAKE It's after two. Come on. Jake lugs Corky to his feet and the bottle rolls loose from its hiding place. JAKE (disappointed) Oh, Corky...You let him get you started. Damn! CORKY Don't blame Gamble. It's all my fault. It's my fault, honest. Jake helps Corky stumbling along the dock. JAKE'S VOICE OVER I might've known a visit from Gamble Rogers would come with a hefty price tag. But seeing Corky drunk made me feel like I was being over-charged. ANGLE BEHIND THEM TO HOTEL Jake's thoughts are interrupted by a woman's piercing scream, then another. He and Corky freeze. Sarah appears at the second floor railing, hysterical. She looks frantically about. SARAH Please, please, come up here, please! Jake maneuvers Corky toward a bail of cargo and sits him down, then bolts towards the hotel. Distant shouts can be heard and other running feet as Boragora wakes to Sarah's scream. EXTERIOR COLONNADE - NIGHT - WITH JAKE Jake springs up the last flight of stairs three at a time and bounds around the corner to meet Sarah dashing toward him. She cowers in his arms, shivering. Behind her, light spills through an open door. Other doors are opening as wakened guests check the disturbance. SARAH (incoherent) Couldn't sleep and...the door was open...I looked in.... ANGLE TO DOOR Jake softly backs Sarah toward the open door. Several locals and passengers are also crowding closer. Louie appears tucking in his shirt, closely followed by Willie throwing his jacket over a tee shirt. But, Jake is the first to look in the room. VIEW INTO ROOM - ACROSS JAKE We see a partial view of the room obscured by Jake's body. It's empty except for Zita's body sprawled on the bed. (Note: We should get an acceptable impression from this view that Zita is nude.) INSERT - ZITA'S HAND Hanging limply off the side of the bed, fingers open and pointed toward the floor. A thin trace of blood is lining her arm as it trickles to drip off her finger. INTERIOR ROOM - NIGHT - JAKE IN DOOR He is viscerally shaken by what he sees and holds Sarah closer to protect her from it. FADE OUT _END OF ACT ONE_ _ACT TWO_ FADE IN INTERIOR ROOM - NIGHT - UP ANGLE TO LOUIE He is ashen, bringing a sheet across camera as he covers Zita's body. Willie is behind him murmuring a prayer. WIDE Louie turns from the bed. He braces himself, gratefully accepting the metal hip flask that Willie produces wordlessly from his coat pocket. Jake is leaning against the wall near the door. He waves off the flask as it is offered to him. Outside the door, a sea of curious faces tries to peer in. LOUIE We will keep the body in the kitchen cooler tonight. In the morning I will attempt a post mortem...such as I am able. WILLIE I will arrange the funeral for later tomorrow, then? Louie nods. JAKE (to himself) Very efficient. (off their looks) I know, I'm sorry. You've got to do those things. Seventeen! God...and like this. Jake wipes the vision out of his eyes. Louie puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. LOUIE Such madness must not go unavenged, mon ami. That is why we proceed with care, without passion. Only when we have our vengeance can we afford the time to grieve. JAKE I know.... WILLIE (looking off) Ach! Did you find him! ANGLE TO INCLUDE SARAH AND BEAN They push their way through the throng into the room. Sarah averts her eyes from the bed, but otherwise has regained her composure. Harvey Bean looks more shaken than she does. Sarah shakes her head "no" to Willie's question. SARAH We just looked around the hotel. Jake takes her hand and squeezes it. JAKE Feel better? She nods yes. BEAN Gamble'll be back. This is nothin' special...I mean, he gets a snoot full, he takes a walk. He'll be back. LOUIE Perhaps not this time. JAKE Come on, Louie. Don't start suspecting Gamble Rogers. LOUIE This is his room! Until I know otherwise I must consider him --- ANGLE TO INCLUDE HENRIQUEZ He is framed in the door, filling it, his face a mask of horror and rage. Louie never gets an opening to soften the blow. Henriquez pushes past all of them and hauls back the sheet over Zita's body. What he sees makes him gasp and sag with a mighty sob. Then he draws himself together and turns his fury on the others. HENRIQUEZ I will kill the man myself! CUT TO EXTERIOR BORAGORA - NIGHT - LIGHTS A collection of battery torches probe the darkened streets of Boragora around the corner from the hotel. The buildings are few; crude outpost structures: houses, a store, a school...much like a Western American town. The lights pass camera and we see it as a straggly group led by Henriquez, Benitez and Guida. A few locals follow, as well as a few passengers. Henriquez hefts a rifle. THEIR POINT OF VIEW - THE BEAMS OF LIGHT find a figure walking towards us and pick him out. It's Gamble. He squints, raising a hand against the light. Shouts of discovery go up. PAST HENRIQUEZ TO GAMBLE Henriquez raises the rifle and fires. Gamble flinches as the bullet whistles by him. Henriquez fires again and this time Gamble runs. ON GAMBLE He rounds a corner and Henriquez runs after him. Gamble sprints between two buildings and comes face to face with a jumble of boxes. He crouches behind a stack of wooden crates as Henriquez and his men move in and begin searching for him. Benitez pushes the crates aside, revealing Gamble...trapped. Gamble tries to escape, but Guida grabs him, knocking him to the ground. In an instant, Henriquez is standing over him. HENRIQUEZ (to his men) Step back. Benitez and Guida comply, leaving Gamble alone in the glare of the torches. Henriquez swings his rifle up. GAMBLE'S POINT OF VIEW - THE LIGHTS They glare, silhouetting Henriquez pointing the rifle. GAMBLE (fear) Easy does it, man. I don't know what you want but you got it. Back off. HENRIQUEZ I want you to answer to your God for what you did. GAMBLE Please...one of you people.... Henriquez takes careful aim. We hear the report and see Henriquez knocked backwards. Gamble is unhurt. UP ANGLE - TO ROOF - JAKE He is standing above on the roof, leveling his pistol at Henriquez, panting a little from what must have been a headlong dash to get a vantage. JAKE Just put it down. WIDE Instead, Henriquez deliberately levers another round into his rifle and brings it around on Gamble. HENRIQUEZ I must have this.... Before the barrel of the rifle can find its target, Jake leaps upon Henriquez. The rifle discharges, shattering the window glass of one building. Henriquez' two men step in to pull Jake off. ANGLE TO LOUIE His own gun in hand, Louie steps through the crowd. LOUIE No no, monsieurs. Let them be. And you, Mr. Rogers. Step back. ON JAKE AND HENRIQUEZ They roll and fight as Louie keeps an eye on Gamble, Benitez and Guida. Henriquez is a big man, full of terrible anger. He vents it all on Jake, who takes a good amount of abuse before he finally sends Henriquez sailing into a mound of boxes where he gives up the contest and weeps. Jake collects the rifle and presents it to Louie, a little unsteady, working his jaw. LOUIE Bon...You could have simply shot him. JAKE One dead's enough. He needed to take it out on somebody, that's all. Come on, Henriquez. Jake offers his hand, but Henriquez shoves it aside. Dazed, Gamble looks at the taut faces. Harvey Bean has joined the crowd. Also Mr. Harada, the Japanese who earlier got Gamble's autograph. GAMBLE Is that man crazy, or what? He was gonna shoot me! Bean steps out of the crowd to Gamble. BEAN There's been a little trouble...back at the hotel. That guy's daughter. GAMBLE What? She says I gave her a hard time? That's bull, Harv. JAKE Let's go back and we'll tell you, Gamble. It's not what you think. It's pretty bad. ON LOUIE Henriquez takes Louie by either shoulder, oblivious of the gun. HENRIQUEZ Why do you not allow me to exterminate him like the reptile he is? Where is justice? LOUIE If he's guilty, I will prove it. I swear I will prove it. Then, but only then will you have your justice. CUT TO INTERIOR GAMBLE'S ROOM - NIGHT Zita's body is gone and Louie is poking around looking for anything that might be a clue. At one point he examines a lamp on the nightstand that doesn't seem to work. The electrical cord is missing. Gamble is pacing, working furiously on a chaw. Corky sits, obviously on the downhill lap of his earlier drunkenness. GAMBLE ...Sure...I don't deny it. I walked right off the dock with her. Don't worry, Corky. I got nothing to hide from this guy. CORKY My memory is pretty moth-eaten, though, even when I haven't been drinkin'. I get big holes in it. I might be wrong and I'd never know. GAMBLE You saw what you saw. (to Louie) What he didn't see was I just took her straight back to the hotel.... LOUIE (cuts in) Uh-huh...and? GAMBLE Zippo. I don't know how you Frenchmen work it, but I'm forty-three years old. That was a little girl. I dropped her at the bar and took a walk. Couldn't been later than midnight. Jake enters, not looking particularly chipper. JAKE It's done. The Reverend had a coffin put aside for emergencies. She fit...You three clear all this up? LOUIE We're in the process. Now, Mr. Rogers. Where were you between midnight and two? GAMBLE On the beach. JAKE Alone? GAMBLE No...there was this native girl. Close to my own age. We were...you know, going native, so to speak. LOUIE Her name? GAMBLE Guess we kinda skipped right on by the name part. JAKE (relieved) Who cares? We'll find her. Take about ten minutes. LOUIE You can begin your search in the morning. For tonight I think Mr. Rogers should stay in my custody. JAKE In your "holding cell?" Louie nods. LOUIE I am afraid he is much too large for the hotel safe. GAMBLE I'll be all right, buddy. This won't be my first night in jail. Jake motions Louie aside. During this next scene, Corky stands and curiously begins to poke around and under a bureau. ON JAKE AND LOUIE JAKE I don't mean to stand in the way of your duties as magistrate, Louie. But you can't just lock Gamble Rogers up in a little wire cage next to your expensive wine and cheese. LOUIE He is a prime suspect in this murder. JAKE He has an alibi. LOUIE He may have an alibi. And don't forget Henriquez. I do not feel as certain as you that your fight with him restored his reason. JAKE Good point. How about if Gamble sleeps in my room? I'll watch him. And when I'm not there, Corky will. ON CORKY He's on his hands and knees reaching for something under the bureau. CORKY Hey, Jake! It's Jack. With Corky's help, Jack slowly emerges from under the bureau. He's rubbery legged and loopy, a knot raised over his good eye. Jake, Louie and Gamble crowd around, kneeling down. CORKY I think somebody conked him on the head. Jack winces from Corky's touch to his swollen head. JAKE Does that hurt? Jack barks twice for "yes, stupid." LOUIE Give him to me, sil' vous plait. Louie takes Jack and looks carefully at his head and in his eye. JAKE You know, I think Jack probably saw who did it, and got a kick in the head for his trouble. You know who did it, Jack? Jack barks twice, and then immediately once. Corky scratches under his cap. CORKY Is that "yes" or "no?" LOUIE It is "yes and no." Our friend Jacques has a mild concussion. Nothing rest won't cure, but his memory of the assault may be gone...temporarily. GAMBLE Amnesia? I know about that. I took a bean ball once in Cleveland that blanked me out for days. It ain't permanent, though. ANGLE - PAST THEM TO THE DOOR Jake starts away from Louie and wobbles toward the door. CORKY Huh! Whatta know. Jack's memory's gone poof, just the way mine does. JAKE But, when he gets it back, you know what he's gonna tell you, Louie? He's gonna tell you Gamble's not your man. GAMBLE Come here, dog. Let's start that rest cure right now! Jack barks once that he's not interested, but Gamble scoops him right off the ground. CUT TO INTERIOR JAKE'S ROOM - DAY Jake is buttoning up a clean shirt, brushing back his hair in the mirror. Morning sun streams in through the slats of his window to illuminate Gamble curled up on the floor under a blanket, and Corky similarly nestled in a chair. Jack has sole possession of the bed. Jake starts to let himself quietly out the door. GAMBLE Just like them damn rookies. Go out on a road trip with 'em and they're always up at the crack of dawn lookin' for somebody to hit fungos. ON GAMBLE He opens a wary eye and peers from under the covers. JAKE Roll over. I'll bring you back some coffee in a little while. Thought I'd start nosing around for your friend from last night. Gamble sits up. GAMBLE That's you, pal. JAKE No, I mean --- GAMBLE I know what you mean...my _girlfriend_...That was the one thing that kept me lyin' awake last night...wonderin' why you believed me about her just like that. You don't know me from Adam. JAKE I told you, Gamble. You've been a hero of mine for a long time. My own hero wouldn't lie to me. GAMBLE I've got news for you, brother. You make heroes outta people who don't ask for the honor and they've got a right to let you down. JAKE She is real? GAMBLE That's more like it...She's real. I didn't get to be a hero by keepin' curfew. (beat) Before you go...Let's say, for the sake of argument, you can't find her...or she won't back me up. How much trouble am I in then? JAKE (beat) We're gonna find her. GAMBLE That much, huh? From the bed, Jack barks twice to agree. Gamble levels a finger at him. GAMBLE You...back to sleep. Jake laughs and exits. EXTERIOR COLONNADE - DAY as Jake passes Sarah's room, Sarah opens the door and sticks her head out. SARAH Pssst. Sarah looks as though she hasn't slept. She tugs her bathrobe around her and beckons Jake inside. INTERIOR SARAH'S ROOM - DAY as Jake enters, we see Sarah's suitcase radio on the unslept-in bed. Sarah immediately begins pacing. JAKE Up all night, huh? Why didn't you ask Louie for something to help you sleep? Or...call me? Sarah stops pacing. SARAH I didn't need you...I've been on the radio all night. JAKE Not enough excitement for you right here? SARAH It's about the excitement right here. Jake, the State Department thinks there's a Japanese plot to disrupt Gamble's China tour. The murder's part of it. JAKE Don't you think that's a little farfetched? SARAH They don't. They want me to spring him. JAKE I don't get it. SARAH They want me to get Gamble Rogers off Boragora. JAKE That's ridiculous. Sarah starts pacing again, now even more upset. SARAH I knew you'd say that. JAKE Because you know I'm right. That'll just make him look even more guilty. SARAH I knew you'd say that, too. (beat) But I don't have any choice! And there might be something to it. I noticed a Japanese man on the Clipper who's taking quite an interest in Gamble. JAKE His name's Harada. He's a baseball fan. Look, I don't think the U.S. Government should start monkeying around and subverting French justice. (beat) Besides, I'm working on something that'll prove Gamble's innocent. SARAH But I have orders! JAKE Terrific. Just don't follow them for a couple hours and you won't have to. SARAH Sure! JAKE Absolutely. She leads him to the door and opens it, yawning. SARAH Good...then I can climb in bed. JAKE I can't. At least until I find a native girl. As she tries to figure out exactly what he means by that, he exits and closes the door behind him. EXTERIOR WILLIE'S HOUSE - DAY Willie answers the door, adjusting his robes. He is a bit flustered to find Jake there. WILLIE Goeden morgen, Jake. What a surprise. Willie glances behind him, them steps outside, closing the door. WILLIE (continuing) I am afraid you caught me in the middle of morning vespers. JAKE Sorry, Reverend. But Gamble Rogers was with one of the native girls when Zita Henriquez was killed. I need to find the girl to back up his alibi. Willie tilts his head, eyeing Jake closely. WILLIE Why do you come to me? JAKE I just asked myself...who's the one man on Boragora the native girls trust...completely? Willie smiles. WILLIE Say no more, Jake. You may count on me to be thorough...and waste no time. JAKE I knew I could. WILLIE Indeed, in fact, I will begin this search even before I complete the vespers...or at least at the same time. NEW ANGLE - TOWARD HOTEL as Willie closes his door, Jake turns and crosses toward the hotel. He can't avoid passing Henriquez, Benitez and Guida who are sitting stonily on the porch. They wear black arm bands and follow Jake with their gazes. Bean and Harada are eating breakfast at separate tables on the other side of the batwings. He can feel all five pairs of eyes on him as he enters. INTERIOR JAKE'S ROOM - DAY - DOOR Jake shoves the interior door to his room open with his foot and struggles to enter carrying a tray of demitasse cups, a pot of espresso and some breakfast rolls. JAKE Okay, there's work to be --- JAKE'S POINT OF VIEW - THE ROOM For a startling beat Jake contemplates the empty room then Corky enters through the outside door, trailed by Jack. CORKY There you are. Next time you send for me, Jake, try and be where you say you're gonna be. Jack is very confused. Jack barks once...then twice...then once. CORKY Leave it alone, Jack. You're still loopy. JAKE Where's Gamble? CORKY (beat) He's not with you? They stare into the vacant room between them. FADE OUT _END OF ACT TWO_ _ACT THREE_ FADE IN INTERIOR LOUIE'S OFFICE - DAY Louie is pacing and gesturing in a full Gaulic tantrum which Jake endures. LOUIE Sacre bleu! Is a murder not enough? JAKE He can't be far. LOUIE (not listening) Is having to detain the Clipper not enough? JAKE You're making this into more than it is. LOUIE Moi?..Oh, pardon. (lashes out) I never should have trusted you. Vous est fou! JAKE Relax. I'll get him back. LOUIE Oh no. You stay out of this. My constables will find him. JAKE I hope they get to him before the murderer does...or Henriquez. LOUIE Why would the murderer want to harm a prime suspect? That doesn't make any sense. JAKE It does if this is a Japanese plot to disrupt his trip to --- LOUIE Excuse me. Did you say "Japanese plot?" I'm afraid all that high altitude flying has taken its toll on your brain. For all I know, you let him go...some sort of sportsman's loyalty. JAKE I resent that. LOUIE Good. Zita Henriquez' funeral is in an hour. Until then --- JAKE If it's all the same, Louie.... LOUIE Oh. You'd rather go poking around the countryside. JAKE The more people looking the better. Louis is fishing around in his desk for a piece of paper. LOUIE Interesting theory. Have I mentioned last month's rent? JAKE Okay...spare me the arm twisting. I'll be there. Jake turns for the door. Louie softens. He picks up a manila envelope and shakes out a length of lamp cord. LOUIE It's a shame Mr. Rogers lacks such confidence in our police methods. I'm practically satisfied he is completely innocent. Jake slowly returns and perches on Louie's desk. JAKE AND LOUIE JAKE (builds to it) Then why have you been yelling at me for half an hour? LOUIE Practically is not perfectly. (holds up cord) By the way, this is the murder weapon. Detached from the lamp in the room. Louie winds the cord around each fist and pantomimes a garrote. Jake takes the cord and examines it. LOUIE Her neck was broken...strangled from behind. JAKE Her throat was cut. LOUIE Later, after she was dragged into Rogers' room. Her heels were raw. JAKE And the stab wound? LOUIE Later. All for show...all of it. It may not be a Japanese one, mon ami...but there is certainly a plot. INTERIOR BAR BALCONY - DAY Jake emerges from Louie's office and strolls casually along the balcony. He leans against Sarah's door, studying something on his hand. With the other hand he discreetly knocks. No answer. A flick of his wrist on the knob and he leans backwards into the room. INTERIOR SARAH'S ROOM - DAY Jake scans the empty room picking up the details: clothes strewn on the bed that weren't there earlier...the bathrobe Sarah was wearing before, now discarded on a chair...the radio suitcase gone off the bed. Jake checks the closet and under the bed. The radio is gone. He sits on the bed with a weary sigh. During this we hear: JAKE'S VOICE OVER They say 'misery loves company.' Louie thought I'd let him down. Sarah'd let me down a lot worse...And I was afraid Gamble was gonna get the final letdown if I didn't find him fast. Whoever had gone to all this trouble to set him up sure didn't want him sneaking off the island without taking the rap. I had plenty of miserable company, all right...but love wasn't exactly my emotional direction. DISSOLVE TO EXTERIOR BORAGORA CEMETERY - DAY near Willie's church. Willie stands at the head of a wooden coffin beside an open grave. At its foot stand Henriquez and his foremen, Louie, Corky, Jack, Jake, Bean and other passengers and locals. Sarah, Gamble and Harada are not there. WILLIE And so for as much as the spirit of the departed hath returned to God who gave it, we therefore commit her body to the ground. Willie closes his bible. He nods to several Polynesian pall bearers who lift ropes to lower the coffin. The crowd begins to disperse. Willie offers silent benedictions to the passing mourners. Henriquez pushes angrily by. ANGLE TO LOUIE He approaches Henriquez. LOUIE My sympathies, Seņor. It won't bring her back, but I do believe progress has been made toward finding her killer. HENRIQUEZ I know her killer! I would have ended this last night, but you must conduct your 'investigation.' I have blood to avenge, Magistrate...and I will avenge my blood. Jake has heard this and trades looks with Louie. Willie sidles up to Jake. MOVING WITH JAKE AND WILLIE as they walk back to the Monkey Bar. Corky and Jack follow. JAKE Nice service. WILLIE Danke. It will please you to know that just before the funeral, I spoke with a friend of the girl we are looking for. JAKE Now we're gettin' someplace. That was quick. Willie gestures humbly, "All in a day's work." WILLIE You'll be the first to know when I find her. (thoughtful) Then I suppose I will have to decide upon her manner of atonement. Willie contemplates the matter as Jake turns toward the hotel. Corky and Jack continue toward the dock. EXTERIOR MONKEY BAR - DAY On his way to the bar, Jake runs into Bean, who is sitting on the veranda in a nervous, talkative mood. BEAN Sit down, Cutter. Let me buy you a beer. Bean pulls out a chair. JAKE No thanks. I'm kinda busy. Bean loosens his collar and mops his brow, stalling. BEAN How do you stand this humidity? JAKE You get used to it after a while. (curious) Something on your mind? BEAN (harsh laugh) Guess I'm feeling like I dropped the ball. I'm supposed to be runnin' Gamble's tour and I feel like I'm selling peanuts to the game. Where the hell is he? JAKE (gestures) Fifteen miles by thirty-two. Take your pick. Bean takes a deep swallow of beer. BEAN He's really got himself in a jam this time. JAKE Uh-huh. This is the big leagues. EXTERIOR BORAGORA DOCK - DAY - PAST JAKE TO CORKY Corky's excitedly waving Jake forward to where he's been talking to a pair of natives working a net in the shallows beside the dock. JAKE Was I right? Jack barks twice...then once. CORKY Yes and no. No sign of Sarah or Gamble but they saw the Japanese guy...just like you thought. JAKE My bet is one leads to the other. (to natives) Em go we? (Where did he go?) NATIVE Em baim kanu. Em hariap long Niuhi. (He hired a canoe. He hurried to Niuhi.) This news makes Jake and Corky groan. CORKY Nobody goes to Niuhi who doesn't have to. JAKE Maybe that's the reason. I'd have guessed he'd stay right on Boragora. ANGLE - ACROSS NATIVE TO THE GOOSE The native grins and gestures to the Goose. NATIVE Em no laikun balum? (He didn't like the airplane?) Jake and Corky react, then sprint toward the Goose. ANGLE FROM THE GOOSE Jake and Corky swing around the corner and vault the steps down to the plane. Jack is with them. They inventory the Goose with their eyes, poking and probing. JAKE Good plan. Go to another island and screw up the Goose so we can't follow...Find anything? CORKY Not the linkage, or the carbs...Oh, swell. He kinked up the fuel lines. INSERT - FUEL LINES Thin metal tubes inside the engine have been bent savagely with a pair of pliers. Corky fingers them expertly. BACK WIDE Jake is peering over Corky's shoulder. JAKE Did he puncture any? CORKY How do I know until I can test 'em. I don't think any are crimped. JAKE Find us some tape. We'll wrap them real good. In case they are punctured they won't spray...as much. CORKY Oh no...You don't want to fly her, Jake, do you? Not like this! ON JACK He gives them a long stare and barks twice, taking off back down the dock. CUT TO EXTERIOR SKY - DAY - THE GOOSE Banking in low toward a small island. JAKE'S VOICE OVER It's a lot harder to start an engine fire than people think. Under normal circumstances, something really has to go wrong. Oh...you could stretch a point and say stuffing a dozen yards of tape in there isn't exactly normal. But, still...something really has to go wrong. INTERIOR THE GOOSE'S COCKPIT - DAY Jake is subtly flicking his eyes out his window at the port engine. Corky is much more honest about his concern. He is straining forward and darting first right then left. Something he sees out his window shakes him with his worst fears come true. Even as he shouts the alarm he is already flicking controls. CORKY That's it! Fire, starboard engine. JAKE Okay...okay... (flips switches) I shut it down, Corky. No sweat. We're gonna touch down here. CORKY Tape! You can't tape up busted fuel lines. Somethin' always goes wrong. JAKE We got here, didn't we. CORKY Yeah...Of course I'll be tearin' this engine apart for about a week. I hope it's worth it. EXTERIOR LAGOON - DAY - THE GOOSE Trailing smoke from the right engine, it sets down smoothly. JAKE'S VOICE One thing sure...Harada didn't tie our fuel lines in knots just so he could do a little sightseeing on lovely Niuhi. CUT TO EXTERIOR BORAGORA NORTH SHORE - DAY - TO ESTABLISH as the rocky, deep-water side of Boragora. Two figures move along the coastline. ON SARAH AND GAMBLE as they make their way along the beach toward a cave. Sarah is struggling with her suitcase radio. GAMBLE Let me carry that the rest of the way. SARAH I am perfectly capable of carrying it myself. She trips over a stone and nearly falls onto the suitcase, then drops it heavily. GAMBLE Or falling on it. If you want it to work when you need it, you better give it up. He picks up the suitcase. SARAH (deflated) _I'm_ supposed to be the one helping you. GAMBLE I'd say between you and Jake I'm gettin' all the help one man can stand. Gambles continues past Sarah, and only now do we realize she has a small hand gun leveled on him. CUT TO EXTERIOR NIUHI BEACH - DAY as Jake walks along in the water, carrying his shoes and Corky trudges along in the sand. JAKE Who don't you try walking in the tide line. The sand's packed harder here. CORKY I'm okay. Jake laughs. JAKE The jellyfish won't bother you. Corky lifts a foot and begins untying his shoe. JAKE (continuing) No more than one of those little shocks you get fixing the radio. Corky grimaces, and reties his shoe. They start walking again. CORKY This island gives me the heebie jeebies. Always has. Smugglers... jellyfish...shark hunters.... JAKE It's the sharks those guys don't catch you gotta worry about. Corky and Jake look up at something ahead. THEIR POINT OF VIEW - NIUHI BAY - DAY A number of fishing boats are tied up at the dock. Native fishermen display their catches in the form of huge, cleaned shark jaws. Jake and Corky trudge up the beach. ANOTHER ANGLE to show a group of fishermen hoisting a huge shark up on a block and tackle from which is suspended a scale. It blue dorsal fin sparkles in the sunlight as it is pulled high into the air and the pointer on the scale twists several times around its face. The shark's mouth is open, displaying its multitude of teeth. Jake and Corky approach the group. Corky makes a wide circle around the crowd, reluctant to get to close to the creature. He turns around to discover his face is framed inside a cleaned jaw. ON CORKY He backs away and bumps into a native peddler, wearing a suit jacket several times too large. The peddler opens his coat, displaying rows of shark tooth necklaces hanging inside his jacket. Corky flinches at the sight of all the teeth and starts backing away, shaking his head. But the peddler pursues him. ON JAKE He studies the fishermen and catches sight of Harada, who dodges onto the dock. Jake can't wait for Corky. He sprints after Harada. ON CORKY AND THE PEDDLER The peddler reaches into his pocket and pulls out a chocolate bar. Corky beams and digs into his pocket for some change. ON JAKE There are three fishing boats tied up to the dock, but no sign of Harada. Jake jumps down into one of the boats. JAKE'S POINT OF VIEW - UNDER DOCK Harada is slogging under the dock, making for the beach. BACK WIDE Jake vaults back onto the dock and leaps onto Harada. They roll in the sand, but Harada wriggles out of Jake's grasp. He is cut off by Jake from any escape but the dock. He charges back down the dock at full tilt; Jake right behind, scattering fishermen and shark jaws. Jake tackles him at the very end of the dock. They roll until Jake is half over the edge, Harada pressing him, trying to make him fall. The fishermen back away with their heavy poles and shark hooks baited with bloody hunks of meat. Jake finally flips Harada over his head and into the water. ON HARADA surfacing. The fin of a man killer cuts the water right next to him. He thrashes, terrified, reaching out his hand to Jake. ON JAKE He flips a coil of rope toward Harada, who frantically grabs it up. Jake pulls Harada half out of the water, but no further. JAKE Did you kill the girl? Harada fights to pull himself up, but Jake pays out as much rope as Harada takes in. The shark swims by again. HARADA (no accent) No! Please. ON FISHERMEN The are ad libbing desperate warnings to Jake about the shark in several languages. Jake keeps Harada dangling. JAKE You sabotaged my plane, so you're connected. HARADA I did that...I did. Pull me up. JAKE So...what brings you to Niuhi. HARADA To give you something to chase...if you could. At this news, Jake drops Harada all the way back into the water. The shark slides right by him. HARADA I'm U.S., man. I've got ID. Jake relents and reels Harada in. The man collapses, coughing on the dock. He fumbles his wallet out of his coat. Jake opens it and his jaw drops. JAKE You're an American agent? HARADA You're damn right. Now help me up. Jake gives Harada a hand, helping him stand. HARADA You fixes those fuel lines faster than I figured. JAKE (clears head) Wait, wait...back up for me. How do you figure into any of this? HARADA I thought it was obvious...I'm Gamble's friendly ghost. They sent me along to keep him out of trouble...or get him out of it. JAKE Where is he? HARADA I thought that was obvious, too, but I'm glad it isn't. Our agent on Boragora is taking care of that end. She wasn't too eager, but I pulled rank on her. Jake collects Harada by the lapels, squeezing his wet coat into a knot. JAKE There's a murderer after them, ever think of that? HARADA (choking) Sure. Why do you think we're so anxious to get him back home. JAKE (squeezing harder) What about her? HARADA That's her job, Cutter. Stay away. Expose me or foul this up and I'll have you tried for treason. FADE OUT _END OF ACT THREE_ _ACT FOUR_ FADE IN EXTERIOR BORAGORA DOCK - DAY The Goose taxis to the dock, starboard engine coughing and smoking. Corky pops out of the hatch and ties off. INTERIOR THE GOOSE'S COCKPIT - DAY - JAKE Harada leans in over Jake's shoulder as Jake shuts down the Goose. HARADA Now, I'm going up to that bar for a beer, and I suggest you do the same. For all we know it's over by now. Nice flight. That's a long trip in a canoe. Harada ducks back for the hatch. ACROSS JAKE - TO WINDOW as he watches Harada walk along the dock. JAKE'S VOICE OVER The Eskimos say if you don't find anything at the end of a caribou trail, at least you've found a place there aren't any caribou. It's something...but not nearly enough. INTERIOR MONKEY BAR - DAY Jake, Corky and Jack at the bar. Harada is watching them from a distant table. Jake is a ball of frayed nerves. JAKE I'm going over there in a minute and push his head in that pitcher of beer. Jack barks once. CORKY It was a nice idea. ANOTHER ANGLE to show Willie enter the bar. He spots Jake and Corky and heads toward them, radiant. With him is a lovely Polynesian girl he pats on the cheek. She stays by the door. WILLIE I have wonderful news. JAKE (flat) You found the girl. Jake's dull reply dampens some of Willie's enthusiasm. WILLIE You don't seem too overjoyed. JAKE (less flat) I am. I'm overjoyed. Thanks. Corky butts in. CORKY Jake's got a lot of things on his mind. JAKE She says she was with Gamble between twelve and two? No mistake? WILLIE Oh yes. She confessed everything. (scornfully) And I lectured her for an hour on the Ninth Commandment. JAKE (alarmed) You think she might be lying? Willie looks a little embarrassed. WILLIE Did I say 'Ninth?' You know, I confused Ninth with Seventh when I was in the seminary, too. But Willie isn't completely sure Jake is buying this and makes a hasty exit. WILLIE I must be on my way. One of my flock has a bad jungle fever. Willie exits, collecting the girl. ON JAKE He pounds the bar with his fist. JAKE Perfect...Now Gamble's completely in the clear and meanwhile Sarah's dragging him around out there looking to stand in the cross hairs of somebody's rifle. CORKY How come Sarah's draggin' Gamble? JAKE Somebody's dragging somebody, Corky, that's all that counts. And we don't even know who really killed Zita. ON JACK He looks suddenly startled as if a startling revelation has occurred to him. BACK ON JAKE JAKE We know it's not Gamble. One bark. JAKE And we know it's not Harada. One bark. JAKE So that leaves...oh, Bean, I guess.... Two barks. JAKE And then we can start down the passenger list --- Jake and Corky trade looks. They kneel next to Jack. JAKE (hushed) Was that a yes? Two barks. JAKE A firm yes? Two barks. CORKY And it was Bean, Jack? You saw him? Two barks. CORKY Thata boy! JAKE Did you see where he went? Two barks. Jake and Corky stand, frustration replaced by frenetic urgency. CORKY Ain't that somethin', Jake? I wish my memory would come back like that, right in the nick of time. Jake casts a look back at Harada, watching them. JAKE Hold it for a second. ANGLE TO INCLUDE GUSHIE He's wiping a table. Jake strolls over to him and says a few inaudible words, then Jake returns to Corky. PAST HARADA TO BAR Gushie rolls over to Harada's table, edging his chair right next to Harada. GUSHIE Somethin' else? HARADA I'm fine. INSERT - WHEELCHAIR Unseen by Harada, Gushie takes the man's coattail and sticks it in the machinery of the wheel brake, locking it. BACK WIDE Jake and Corky wave so long, Gushie returns the wave. They exit the bar and Harada digs a bill out of his pocket, rising to follow. His caught coattail hauls him back down, off balance across Gushie. GUSHIE Gee, mister, I'm sorry. Hold it. Gushie maneuvers his chair to further topple Harada. Now they're in a real tangle. It will last for a while. EXTERIOR MONKEY BAR - DAY Jake and Corky steal a look back inside, grin, and scoot after Jack. Jake unconsciously checks his sidearm as they head into the brush. After a few beats, Henriquez, Benitez and Guida step from behind the hotel stairs and follow. Henriquez has his rifle at his side. INTERIOR COASTAL CAVE - DAY as Sarah dashes off the end of a transmission and Gamble sits on the sand, working on a chair. Sarah takes off her headphones and turns to Gamble with a smile. SARAH They're here. GAMBLE Never much liked sardines -- and I don't like being carted off in some tin can like one, either. Sarah moves towards him. SARAH Jake Cutter would certainly agree with you. GAMBLE He and I come down on the same side of everything so far.... SARAH He'd like to hear you say that. GAMBLE Except tobacco. He likes to burn it, but if I could stick around I might change his mind about that. SARAH Oh no. My orders are to get you aboard that submarine. (beat; smile) You don't want to get me in trouble, do you? Gamble stands and moves toward Sarah. GAMBLE I don't know...that might be kinda fun. Gamble puts his arm around Sarah, reaching for the gun, but as he does: CLOSE ON SARAH'S SHOE as it comes down on Gamble's foot. BACK WIDE as Gamble jumps away, favoring the wounded foot. SARAH Oh, did you trip? GAMBLE Yes, ma'am. I believe I did. EXTERIOR BEACH - DAY outside the cave where a man crouches in the brush, watching the lighthouse through binoculars. He takes them away from his face and we see it is Bean. Bean puts the glasses down and snaps open a case covered with baseball insignia. CLOSE ON CASE to show it contains a disassembled high-powered carbine. Bean beings assembling the parts. EXTERIOR OCEAN - DAY - STOCK as the conning tower of a submarine breaks the surface. INTERIOR CAVE - DAY Sarah spots the sub and calls to Gamble. SARAH There she is. USS Cattlefish. Gamble limps over to the mouth of the cave. ON BEAN He sees Gamble and quickly aims the rifle. ON GAMBLE as he gets a good look at the submarine. GAMBLE Even smaller than I figured. He steps back just as a bullet shatters against the cave wall. Instinctively, Gamble grabs Sarah and pulls her down. ON BEAN Bean throws the bolt on the carbine and shoulders the weapon for another shot. EXTERIOR BEACH - ANOTHER SHOT further down the beach, where Jack, Jake, and Corky react to the shot. They start running. Behind them, Henriquez and his men are following. WITH JAKE, CORKY AND JACK They hold up when they see Bean crouched in the brush, his carbine aimed at the cave. Jake motions to Corky and Jack. JAKE (whispering) You two take cover behind those rocks. Corky and Jack move off behind the boulders. Jake yells out. JAKE Bean! Bean swings around and finds Jake with the rifle. Jake hits the ground. There is a report and a bullet hits, kicking up the sand near Jake. He dives and rolls for cover, away from the cave and Corky. In a depression, Jake pulls his gun and squeezes off a round. INTERIOR CAVE Sarah and Gamble peer out, trapped. BACK ON BEAN He throws the bolt and takes aim at Jake again. ON JAKE scrambling off the beach, one step ahead of the bullet. His foot catches on a stump and he tumbles, his pistol flying wide. Jake collects himself and stretches out for the pistol. There is another report that sends sand flying again. Jake rolls away, without retrieving his pistol. Defenseless, Jake scrambles back to the boulder. ON BEAN He throws the bolt again and starts toward where Jake and Corky are hiding. ON JAKE AND CORKY Jake begins looking around for something. CORKY What are you doing? JAKE I'm trying to find a good rock. CORKY A rock? JAKE Yeah. A nice round one. About this big. Corky picks up a rock the size and shape of a baseball. CORKY Like this? JAKE Perfect. Toss it here. Corky tosses Jake the rock. Jake peers around the boulder. ANOTHER ANGLE Bean is stalking them. ON JAKE AND CORKY crouched down behind the boulders. CORKY I dunno how much good that rock's going to do. JAKE Me either, but it's all we've got. PAST BEAN to the cave, as Gamble steps into view. GAMBLE Looking for me, Harvey? Bean spins around. ON JAKE he jumps from behind the boulders and hurls the rock at Bean. It strikes him in the head. He wavers, then falls on the ground. Jake runs up to Bean; picking up the carbine and checking Bean's condition. He'll make it. JAKE (calling) He's down. You're in the clear. ANOTHER ANGLE as Corky and Jack rush up from the boulders, joining Sarah, Gamble and Jake. CORKY Guess you struck him out, Jake. GAMBLE Bean always was a sucker for anything high and inside. (beat) But I'm not leaving Boragora without taking a crack at that fastball of yours. SARAH (impatient) Yes you are! But you've got to get out to the sub right now. Corky spots the submarine for the first time. He tugs at Jake's arm. CORKY J...Jake. Out there. That's a...a sub. JAKE I know. Probably off course. Come on, Sarah. It's done with. SARAH I know...but my orders didn't cover this. They just said get him off Boragora. GAMBLE I'll square it with your people back home...get 'em some season passes for the Yankees. SARAH It's not that easy. GAMBLE Sure it is. Gamble steps further out on the beach. He waves out at the water. GAMBLE You boys take your tin can --- A rifle shot rings out and a slug plucks the palm next to Gamble. They all hit the dirt again. HENRIQUEZ Give him to me and the rest of you can go. Jake and Gamble exchange looks. JAKE What kept you, Henriquez? We've already got the guilty man on ice. I'm sorry but the French courts get him before you do. HENRIQUEZ I want the American. GAMBLE You've got five here to choose from. Jack barks once. GAMBLE Excuse me...six. ON JAKE He stands slowly, no cover protecting him. JAKE You don't want to kill an innocent man. Sarah stands next to Jake. SARAH All you really want is your daughter back. But, you can't have that. Corky looks around, shrugs and stands beside Jake and Sarah. CORKY Doesn't anybody want a beer? Gamble stands, offering his hand out to the unseen Henriquez. GAMBLE I sure as hell do...and I'm buyin'. There is a tense moment, then Henriquez steps from behind his cover. Tailed by his men, Henriquez strides forward, pausing to look at Bean's inert form. He looks Gamble straight in the eye and nods. They shake. ON SARAH She looks back over her shoulder, shrugging. EXTERIOR SEA - DAY - SUBMARINE - STOCK Just slipping beneath the waves. FADE OUT _END OF ACT FOUR_ _TAG_ FADE IN EXTERIOR BORAGORA - DAY where Jake and Gamble are getting a little batting practice before the Clipper departs. Jake is pitching, Corky catching and Jack is calling the strikes. Jake smokes one past Gamble. Jack barks twice. CORKY That's strike two. Two barks is a strike. One's a ball. Gamble takes the bat off his shoulder and turns to Jack. GAMBLE Better get a patch for that other eye, buster! Jack growls back at Gamble. JAKE Listen to the Ump. He's the best one on the island. Gamble steps back into the batter's box, churning up the turf on purpose. A cloud of dust engulfs Jack. He growls louder. ANGLE TO LOUIE, SARAH AND HARADA who are watching the game at a distance. HARADA (Japanese accent) I hope this American baseball game does not delay our departure. Louie looks at his watch. LOUIE No problem. I must officially release the Clipper before it can depart. Let them finish. SARAH I have a feeling you'll be going very soon. BACK ON JAKE preparing to hurl another. JAKE'S VOICE OVER This I couldn't believe: Me, Jake Cutter, pitching to Gamble Rogers. Funniest part was, I felt bad about striking him out. But what the hell, who could pass up a chance like this? ANGLE TO GAMBLE as he points to the Pacific. BACK ON JAKE He winds up and lets go with his best fastball. ANGLE TO GAMBLE as he gets a piece of Jake's pitch. WIDE as the ball sails over Jake's head and out into the Pacific. CORKY I think that's our last baseball. Jack barks twice. GAMBLE Sorry. I'll send you a case. ON JAKE all he can do is watch the ball sail away. FREEZE FRAME FADE OUT _THE END_
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