TALES OF THE GOLD MONKEY

THE SULTAN OF SWAT

Written by
David Brown

Written: December 2, 1982



			_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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