This 1930 RKO film Girl of the Port, directed by Bert Glennon and starring Sally O'Neil, features one of the earliest cinematic depictions of PTSD and fire trauma, where a war veteran's psychological struggle with fire phobia from wartime experiences is explored through his relationship with a showgirl who helps him heal, demonstrating how pre-Code Hollywood began addressing psychological trauma decades before the condition was widely understood in cinema.
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Pizza Flick presents Classic Movie Monday.
Welcome movie lovers. Tonight's feature comes from RKO Productions and director Bert Glennon. A pre-code island romance set against the heat and danger of the South Seas starring Sally O'Neal, Reginald Charlotte, and Mitchell Lewis.
But first, the mystery challenge. What terrifying ordeal forces Jim to confront the trauma that's haunted him since the war? Feeling lucky? Share your response in the comments below.
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Heat.
Heat.
Heat. Heat.
Heat. Heat.
Heat. Heat.
Give us the word, sir. Steady on.
This waiting, it's getting me. Steady, lady.
Stick close to me. Remember our watch word. God on the right.
God and the right. And don't forget those princes are nothing but men.
Ready God.
>> COME ON, BOYS.
>> Got me done.
>> All right.
A heat. Heat.
Heat.
Come on, BOYS. COME ON. HEAT. HEAT.
My eyes.
My eyes.
Mother.
My eyes. My eyes.
Why the fire? Oh god. DON'T LET THE FIRE GET ME. Don't let the fire get me.
OH GOD.
DON'T LET THE FIRE GET ME. DON'T LET THE FIRE get me.
Yeah.
Heat.
How in the rain no more rain?
How in the dick can I raise my chicken if it ain't going to rain no more?
Oh, I wish they wouldn't do that.
Hey, taxi.
You should have came on a night like this.
>> Missy, what you DO HERE?
>> ME? OH, I just came for the ride.
>> Ride?
>> Yeah. On the nightful. And when I woke up, it was too late.
>> There's no place for White Missy. I know. I'd be travel.
>> I'd be travel man, too. All the way from Coney Island to Feed the Island. That's Little Josie.
>> What you want here, Missy?
Just a goldfish bowl to lay down in.
Corporal.
>> Me corporal BG expedition big wall.
>> Okay, Captain. Now maybe you can see me to a doo's bar.
That be McDougall's but no place for Missy like you.
McDougall's bad place.
to take me to THE OTHER PLACE.
>> HOLD EVERYTHING, MAJOR. McDougalls is my counter. I'm hunting a job there. Come on, let's shove off.
>> McDougall's a bad place. Bad men. It's not good for little Missy.
>> Bad men don't scare little Missy. Little mythy kickum stomach.
>> That's me. Bad men.
>> You ain't nobody's head.
KEEP YOUR HEAD UP SO YOU DON'T SPILL IT.
Bad place.
>> It's a bad place. Bad men.
>> Hey, SHUT THAT DOOR. BLACK YOUR EYES.
WHO DO YOU THINK THIS IS?
>> Who do you think YOU ARE?
>> GET OUT that can of tomato soup. I'm the unexpected guest.
>> A man alive. If it's NOT A BLASTED G.
>> OH, DON'T BE SO FORMFUL, MAX. JUST CALL ME JOSIE. You see, there were three of us, all named Josie, except Clara, and her name was Irene.
>> What do you want here?
>> Can you feature that? Me coming all the way from 47th Street just to show you Palucas, how to mix a maiden's dream.
>> Show us how, Cheeky. As the dog with the fleas said, "That's me all over."
>> My god, >> Miss here.
>> Hello, Beach. Not hospital action.
>> It's my bad, Missy. You go plenty quick out here. Please blast your eyes.
>> You go plenty quick out of here. Please blast your eyes before I bounce one off YOUR >> Don't take no back talk, lady.
>> Advice is it? That's true charity.
Giving away what you need most.
I don't need no assistance. Thanks. My father was a bouncer in the 10th ward.
My mother was a lion tamer with ring. I was weaned on raw meat and red pepper.
Boo.
>> So help me. If this ain't the rankst, dirtiest pig pen of a place I ever stood up in.
>> Hey, she Where did you blow IN FROM >> ME? OH, I WAS a skate fastener in Coney Island. A flight pole sit in Peoria and a bar made in a London pub. There you are, Angel F makes strong men weak.
>> Same for you, sir.
>> Stir it with your little finger, my dear.
>> That was all when Fanny was a girl's name.
>> Then came the dawn. I went on the stage.
Brennan's burlesque beauty. Shapely and snappy. Join the hoofers and view the hemispheres. There you are, big shot.
Hot and heavy. Take it with an asbestous teaspoon.
>> That's a >> expert and efficient. She got the job.
What do you say, boyfriend?
>> You got crushed enough. But I don't want you to do Mac.
>> Why? She's just the little lady you need to brighten up the bar. Yes. Well, if you say so. Mr. Mchuan.
>> What are you, a chiropractor?
You rubbed me the wrong way. Where do I change? Matt, >> come on.
>> Hey, general delivery.
>> Yes, Missy.
>> I'd leave you my photograph or a lock of my hair. Only I'll be seeing you.
>> You sure picked a winner, Mr. Mun.
>> What do you know about winners? Russell the bags in there. It's no great shakes of a room, but if you suit, I'll fix you up with a cabin of your own.
>> Okay, boss.
>> Only no verman in my cabin, especially the two-legged kind. Get me?
>> Hey, WAIT A MINUTE TILL I CUT YOUR COUPON.
>> I know. Ask for that. Do for Missy a favor.
>> Thank you, Corporal.
Hey, come around tomorrow and I'll blow you to a pot of jam.
>> Yes, Missy time for the house.
>> Hey, there you >> Yes, boss.
>> Like you carries bags for a white lady.
He does it for money and nothing but savvy.
>> Yes, boss.
>> Well, there's your money. And listen, the war is a long time over, Corporal.
Now, pick that up before I skin the hide off you.
>> Yes, boss.
Now, get out.
If I had my way, I'd make it a flagging offense for a native to so much as lift his eyes in the presence of a white woman.
>> Well, what shall I make it easier on me, Maggie?
>> I say rather a swine that fellow mun God made him.
>> What I don't understand is why these black fellows in here don't take offense at what he's saying.
They're not black fellas.
>> That chap that just went out, Kita, he's a black boy. Those others in there, all half cops.
>> You see, they're allowed in the bar, but they have to drink by themselves.
>> Gentlemen, >> to our dearest heritage, white supremacy.
>> Good old >> That bound lays on his white supremacy a bit thick.
I say, is it because he's touched with the tar rush himself?
>> You've guessed his dark secret. But as long as he owns the whole of Bengar Island and holds paper on half of the planters here, no one is likely to mention his mother.
>> Quite so. Quite. And what's more, I'd hate to be the first to call him half cast.
Well, here we are, Matt. Little Milgo model made by Loving Hands at Home. How do you like it? That's good. Shove along the tray, and I'll be drumming up some trays.
>> Well, how's the little girl?
>> Just as you see me, boyfriend. Unspoiled by the world's applause.
>> Got you a nice little room, eh?
>> Yeah. With a nice little key on the inside of the door.
>> A pretty kid like you can't afford to be Snippy.
>> Oh, can't afford to be anything else.
>> You know what they call me here? Just a wholesome, big-hearted boy. Good, clean, fun.
>> They call me the boss of Bango.
>> They let you off easy.
>> Say, who do you think got you this job?
>> Say, did you ever get an empty stocking for Christmas?
>> Hello, Bar.
>> How are you, M?
>> Won't you join us? Sure thing.
>> You see, we're like a band of brothers, all us white chaps. Got to be, you know.
>> Aren't you drinking, sir?
>> I always follow the custom of the country.
Lift your feet, a ball.
>> Hello, Bozo. Hey, time to wake up. Come on there. Wake up.
>> Who in blazes are you?
>> Lawn Cheney.
>> I'm coming up to date. Usually at this stage I'm seeing Jonah's whale.
>> Snap out of it, Bozo. Ain't you glad you don't see pig elephants?
>> Nancy, I drink so I can see them. They crowd out other things.
Four fingers, please.
>> What's she using for money?
All right, smell it.
temporary.
>> We marched to that.
God, it's a long, long way.
>> You was a soldier, wasn't you?
>> Goodbye, Piccadilly.
>> Corporal.
>> Farewell, Mr. Swear.
Sergeant, >> it's a long, long way to tip.
>> Captain, >> yes. What is it?
>> Clever, don't you think yourself?
>> That means you was decorated. Don't for bravely.
>> None of your business.
>> Oh, keep your shirt on, kid. I didn't mean to hurt you.
>> I beg your pardon. I Couldn't you let me have just a drop?
>> Better not.
>> Fruits and flowers.
>> What?
>> What?
>> You all right? I didn't care to drink off these dirty chaps here singing them dirty songs.
>> Do you want it that bad?
>> If I don't have it, I I got to have it.
Gee, Bozo, what a tough deal you must have had. Here, have one on me. Say, where do you get that stuff?
>> What's the belly notion? Setting up free drinks for this trap. He knows jolly well how he can have whiskey for the ask.
>> Give it here, Mr. Mchuan.
>> Not until you sing for it, me lad. Pipe up now and let the lady hear your beautiful voice.
>> Oh, you let him alone.
>> Please, please. All right, Mr. Mchuan.
>> Quiet, gentlemen. Stop that music. His lordship's going to favor us.
>> Give his lordship a hand.
>> Come on, fellow. Give us whiskey johnny and I'll stash you a drink.
>> Oh, whiskey is the life of man. Whiskey, Johnny.
Oh, I'll drink whiskey all I can.
Whiskey for my Johnny.
I had a girl and her name was Lies.
Whiskey Johnny. Oh, she put whiskey in her pie.
>> Whiskey for my Johnny.
>> Another sure, my lord. Here you are.
>> Hold on. I'm running this show. What about that last verse? Do you know that?
Maybe. Yes.
>> Sing it then if you want this drink.
Sing it you sweet.
>> Oh, that last verse. It isn't done amongst gentlemen, is it? Not when ladies are present.
>> So you set yourself up to be a gentleman, do you? Listen to that.
And by lady, I suppose you mean that little tabby over there.
>> Pardon me. I I hope I misunderstood the word you used with regard to that girl.
>> No, you didn't, Johnny.
T A B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y Y T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T T Tabby, the girl that's trying to make you. Of course, you don't know a white lady when you see one, do you?
That's the disadvantage of being a half cast.
>> WHY YOU DIRTY?
>> Your stinking heart.
>> STOP IT. STOP IT. TONIGHT'S BLASTER.
>> OH. OH GOD. THE FIRE. DON'T LET THE FIRE GET ME. OH GOD. LET ME OUT OF HERE.
>> HOLD ON THERE. HOLD ON.
>> COME BACK AND FIGHT. You ready?
>> DON'T LET HIM GO THAT WAY.
>> I SAY he's not worth stopping with his tail between his legs.
>> I'll let you know about him. man alive with a near pain.
>> Close call.
>> What?
>> Your knife, Mr. McCuin.
>> Thanks. Thanks.
>> That's the sort of charm I wear myself.
Mchuan.
>> Well, how for drink?
>> Gentlemen, I'm setting up the drinks.
>> It's about time for one.
>> Thank you that lighter. Mike, will you uh give me that old favor of mine, please?
>> Thank you, M.
This is disturbance.
Well, gentlemen, white supremacist.
>> Here's to you, Mchuan.
>> Happy Muhammad. Good >> luck.
That happens to drink with you. Nice to have you, sir.
>> Here's to you, Mu. Happy days, Muan.
Good luck.
Good buddy. Good morning.
Good morning. Good morning. Have a drop.
Have a drop. Good morning. Have a drop.
HAVE A DROP.
>> SHUT YOUR MOUTH YOU OVER CANARY.
>> THERE. Now rest you add noise.
>> Hey you look here scrubbing miss scrubbing planet.
>> THAT MAN HAS GONE DIRTY FOR 10 YEARS and it's going to take more gear to him.
PLAY HIM OUT OF HERE NOW. Play him out of HERE AND TAKE TOMORROW'S DINNER WITH YOU.
Go on now. Beat him.
What a head, Gab. What a head.
>> Here you take this. It'll make a new man out of you.
A new man. It's no use, little girl.
What you're talking about was burned out of me and flounders.
>> Well, you got that metal.
>> That isn't all I got. I >> What else did you get, Bozo? Come on, spill it.
>> Better not. It It isn't pleasant.
>> Ah, get it off your chest and maybe you'll forget it.
It's not as easy as that.
>> Do you know what liquid fire is?
>> Yeah. The Dutchman used to shoot it out of gun.
>> No. Out of pipes hitched up to tanks they carried on their shoulders like water pipes. And the fire came hissing, curling like water 20, 50 ft. And whatever it touched, it burned. Flesh and bone and brain.
I saw them burn. The boys beside me.
Just boys, most of them crying like children, calling on God to end them, wrapped in fire.
>> Oh, DON'T.
>> WE CRIED GOD ON THE RIGHT.
Only God wasn't with us that time.
I came through alive. The only one alive.
Lying in a shell hole with my leg broken under me. Watching the others crisp up and die. Hearing them die. Seeing the fire draw nearer, nearer. SEEING IT ALL AROUND ME. OH GOD, DON'T LET THE FIRE GET ME. DON'T LET THE FIRE GET ME.
>> IT'S ALL RIGHT NOW. HERE, take this.
There's a good guy. Come on now. It's all right, Bozo.
>> So, that's why you beat it when the lamp crashed last night.
It was the fire.
>> I can't face the fire.
I've tried, but I'm finished.
>> Bunk, you got to learn to take it on a chin and like it.
>> You're a sweet girl trying to buck me up. But if you really want to help me, will you please do just one thing? Will you please get me a drink?
>> No, I tell you no. You got to keep your head clear. You got to scram out of Fiji Snappy.
>> Why?
>> Let me kill you, baby. He'll be laying for you. Oh, it isn't important.
>> It is to me. You got in this gym on account of me, and I'm going to get you out of it, pronto. He's a bad umbry.
Oh, whiskey Johnny.
So you no need native blood wherever you spot it, eh?
Deucid clever of your lordship. Perhaps you have a little something yet to learn about native blood, me lord.
Natives have nasty long memories.
They don't forget.
They don't run out like rotten, dirty white traps.
>> You think he was scared of a carbon COPY LIKE YOU? TO WEREN'T YOU SCARED OF IT was the fire?
>> So, >> yeah. So, and he got that scare pumped into him where you wouldn't dare show your FACE ON THE FRONT LINE TRENCHES.
Liquid fire.
>> I'm glad you're not a coward, Whiskey Johnny, because you'll need your courage before I'm through with you.
Inch by inch, drop by drop, I'll drain it out of you.
>> Not while I'm conscious. Of course, I could kill you, but that would be too crude for a half past. It would please me more to see you die living.
Whiskey and fire is it. I shall give you both, me, lad.
I'll make you drunk until you roll into the gutter and out of the gutter into the jail and out of the jail into the road gang. But I won't let you die because when you die, you'll be out of my reach. And I want you close to me, my friend. So that I can play with you until I run you lower than any half cast, lower than any buggy bushman on these islands.
>> Oh, yeah. You and who else?
>> Him. Me and him, Josie, because he'd be fighting against you on my side.
How about it, belong? Huh?
>> Don't you blend his dirty hands.
>> But I need a drink. Josie, >> YOU DON'T. I TELL YOU you don't.
>> Come on, Johnny. Show the little Tabby what you think of her.
>> Put down that flask. Melee.
I'm going to finish what I started LAST NIGHT.
>> CUT IT OUT, BOYS. You ain't got a China's chance.
>> YOU WON'T GET ME down again. You yellow swine.
>> Tin. Really? Brave boy, Johnny.
Congratulations, Josie. I'm coming for you. Half cast.
>> Here. Here, lady. Here.
>> Jim. Bozo.
>> Take a look at him. Joy. He's all I have left of white playmates on the island.
>> Jim, IT'S ALL RIGHT. BOZO. NOTHING'S going to hurt you. I WON'T LET HIM HURT YOU. OH, YOU.
>> OH, J. What will I do?
Hello Missy.
Morning Missy. Missy say come tomorrow catch part of jam.
>> You got to help me corporal. I got TO GET THIS BOZO to my cabin.
>> No good Missy. All wash up. No good.
>> Oh put it in the theme song will I tell you? I got to get him to my cabin.
>> Bad. Bad for Missy. Keep white fell in cabin. People say Missy not nice.
>> What a nice girl should do. Huh? Well I ain't a nice girl. See, I'm just little Josie.
Not a mommy number. Grab all of his feet, will you?
Is he there? Take it easy, Coral.
Cut it out, John McCormick. I can't hear to thread my needle.
>> I say, Josie, come to nearly finished with my shirt.
>> It's a neglected child, Bozo. Needs an awful lot of attention.
It's rather cooish doing without it, you know.
>> Don't be a slave to fashion. Try the bed quilt.
>> More than a bit dull in here.
>> A keep your shirt on.
>> How can I?
>> Here's your shirt, Bozo. Handle it gently. It's a real antique.
>> Thanks a lot.
>> Tut, my good man. Any woman in my position would have done as much.
>> Fold up your tonsils, Jenny Lynn. Your sweet mama's about to be a little ray of sunshine in McDougall's bar.
>> I say Jersey. First you call that poor bird John McCormack. Then you call it Jenny Lynn. Which is it anyway? Mr. or Mrs. >> We'll never know, Bozo, until it lays an egg.
Oh, look here, Josie. You You don't have to go just yet. I hate to see you go.
>> Well, I ain't crazy about it myself.
>> Let me walk down the street with you.
>> What's the matter? Thirsty, Bozo?
>> Burning up.
>> I'll fix that.
>> You ever know me when I wasn't thirsty?
>> I ain't known you but two weeks.
I don't think you was born crying for alcohol. I don't take any stock in these folks that say they were born with buck teeth just because their grandma was chased by an antelope.
>> Antelope I don't quite follow you, Josie.
>> Mean in this heredity racket is the world's greatest alibi for gizers who have misplaced their backbone.
You got a backbone, Bozo. Just you take it out of cold storage and make it do its daily dozen.
Allow me.
Easiest thing I do.
Thank you, Captain.
>> If you don't mind, I I'd rather you didn't call me that.
>> I get sort of sick of saying bo.
No thanks.
>> I don't get sick of hearing you say it.
>> And you don't happen to have mentioned your name.
>> My name's Jameson.
>> Oh, yeah. I've seen that name on bottles.
You don't have to give your name away.
I can see your class. All right.
>> You take a lot for granted, Josie.
>> You can't fool a horsefel. Any beach comr that's fussy about his fingernails and spends his last dime on a safety razor blaze can't talk me into thinking his family all lived in one room and took in borders.
What did you come to Soua for?
>> I shut both my eyes and stuck a pin into a map. I said to myself, where that belly pin sticks, that's where I'll go and drink myself dead. where there's no one who knows me or care is a hang.
>> Then there are folks that care back where you came from.
>> No, not anymore.
>> Gone. A big time like you. There must have been some fem. But you don't have to tell me.
>> I'd like to tell you, Jersey.
I was going to marry a girl.
>> A real lady.
>> A cousin of mine. Frightfully good-looking.
She swore she'd help me fight that fear.
The fire fear.
You understand?
>> Sure, I understand.
Any girl that loved a guy would jump at a chance to help him.
Yes, I thought that, too. I believed her right up to the week of our marriage.
Then I found out it was my friend she loved.
My best friend.
She despised me because of the fear.
Just a poor coward only fit to give her the things she wanted.
Whilst she laughed behind my back in my friend's arms.
My best friend laughing together at my fear of the fire.
What a dim bulb she turned out to be.
>> You haven't laughed, Josie.
>> I guess I ain't got the proper sense of humor or something.
>> Well, that's when I started drinking.
>> Mind telling me what's funny? I was just thinking, wouldn't it be a joke on that game if you went back to wherever you come from, cold, sober, and no more afraid of fire than you are of a dog or a gun or a half cast or anything?
Wouldn't that be a honey Captain Jameson?
You're a great little girl, Josie.
No one has ever done anything for me in all my life without expecting something in return.
No one but you, Josie.
What made you do it?
>> Do what?
>> Pick me up out of the gutter. Bring me in here.
Do little things for me that my own kind wouldn't stoop to do.
>> Well, you see, just between ourselves, I'm a little bit selfish.
>> You selfish?
>> Uh-huh. I wanted something or somebody to take care of, just to be happy or occupied. I wasn't thinking of nothing, just myself.
>> You tell the prettiest lies, Josie, in the sweetest way.
I only wish there was one single thing I could do for you to show you how grateful I am.
>> You can, Bozo.
>> Put a name to it.
>> CUT OUT THE BAR VARNISH FOR KEEPS.
>> I'm doing my best, Josie. Sure you are.
Just you keep plugging at it, fella. And you'll end by slugging that boogie for a ghoul.
>> You mean the fire?
>> Yeah. Listen, Bozo, nothing's going to hurt you ever except what's inside your own bean. If you believe it, it's so.
Grab a load of that and you can push over Grant's tomb.
>> I believe it. All right.
So long as you are here, >> I got to be on my way now.
>> Don't go, Josie.
>> If I stay here forever, you won't be glad to see me come back. So long.
>> Lock that door.
Oh, I say I I've smashed another dish.
>> Lucky it wasn't an only child.
There ain't no room in that corner. We ought to have some shelves up there.
There you go. Full of ambition. You have your youth, your health, and now you want shelves.
There's a lot of things I got a yen for that I don't rate.
>> I say Josie, do you know what day this is?
>> Yeah, Wednesday. Cuz Tuesday's gone and Thursday ain't come yet. Figure it out for yourself.
>> It's our 8th anniversary, Joe.
>> 8 weeks.
Our little canary is growing up, Jim.
Soon there won't be no more patter.
Eight blessed weeks since we met.
Joe.
>> Mhm.
>> Do you realize what you've been to me these weeks?
>> Sure. Off an asylum.
>> Doctor, nurse, pal, and jailer and savior. You know, that is if a chap that didn't deserve it ever had one.
and grandmother and take away the bottle and cop and McDougall's barmaid for a sideline and I better be getting on the job here. Josie, let me do something for you. You've done everything for me.
Listen, Bozo, you're still kind of shaky.
And no wonder cutting out the hooch like you have.
You don't want to go exaggerating what I'd done and getting all Jollesson about it.
I'm a roter to make love to you. I know.
But Joe, you've been so dear and wonderful. I tell myself I mustn't. But I just can't help loving you.
>> Now don't go mixing up love and gratitude cuz they ain't no more I alike than champagne and Ovaltine.
>> So you think I'm just grateful? Sure.
And does your credit?
>> Listen, dear.
>> Listen yourself. I know you're a real swell. And I ain't going to go grabbing you off just when you're down in your luck and thankful to anyone that sucks your kind words.
>> Do you think that's gratitude, Jersey?
>> Oh, I don't know what it is, but it feels elegant.
Oh, you shouldn't, Jim. You shouldn't.
>> You're dead right.
>> I have no business making love to a woman.
A coward.
>> Don't you say that. Don't you think it even? You ain't no coward. You're Well, you're a pip.
If I ever catch you saying it again, I'll knock your block off, >> Angel.
You're the best man in all suba, Jim, if you'll only stay off the hooch.
>> I will. You know I will, Josie. It's only a fire.
>> Oh, you're going to lick that, too?
There ain't nothing you can't do once you make up your mind to it.
>> If I do, if I do lick it, will you let me say I love you? If you promise to say it a lot, >> it's worth fighting back from hell and beyond to get you.
>> Say, M will be having a fit. CAN'T RUN THAT BALL WITHOUT ME. LISTEN, BOZO, I'll bring back some swell groceries and we'll celebrate >> our engagement.
>> Don't rush me, Bozo. It's only our 8th anniversary.
>> You don't need that key, Josie. You don't have to lock me in any longer.
Honest.
>> Honest.
>> Oh, I'm awfully happy, Bozo. I'm going to make you awfully happy, Josie. We're going to lick that fear together.
>> You bet. This time we're going over the top, Captain. God and the right.
>> God and the right.
Hello, Bozo. Asleep in there?
Well, here's them involved groceries.
Good evening, Josie.
Who invited you to crash this party? Go on, park outside.
>> Very well, but I fancy you'll call me back.
What you been up to?
Jim, where are you? Bozo. Jim, where'd you go to? Jim, once you done with them, tell me before I scratch that grin off your yellow face. No, no, no.
>> Let go of me. Let go of me.
>> You're a bit unstrung, Josie.
>> You'll see what I am.
>> I fancy you've been working too hard day and night.
>> You would think that, you dirty half breed.
>> Very well, if that's the way you feel about it.
>> Oh, by the way, uh, any message for your Johnny? I've had him taken over to Bang Island where I can keep my eye on him.
You'll be coming out of the whiskey in a few hours.
>> Drunk.
>> I did my best.
>> You devil. You scared him into drinking.
>> He doesn't like fire, you know. Sort of upsets him.
I wonder how he'll like the fire walking out on Banger tomorrow.
>> Firew walking? What do you mean firewalking?
>> Oh, don't be alarmed. Just an ancient native ceremony. Purification by fire.
Why folks come from all over creation to see it.
>> What you pulling? What you going to do TO THEM? WHAT IS THIS fire stuff?
>> Very interesting, Josie. You see the natives, they dig a great deep pit and fill it with dry wood and let it burn and burn until it's a mass of wreaking red hot smoke and live coals and licking flames like a pit of hell. And then they fling themselves into it. But they come out untouched because you see they are not afraid of fire.
>> Come clean with me. What you going to do with them?
>> I just thought that the big fire might amuse your friend.
>> Oh, go mighty. What'll I do?
>> Better come over to Benga yourself, Josie.
>> So, that's your racket.
You see, there's going to be quite a crowd of ritzy folks over there tomorrow at my place for the firew walking English swells, and I'll need a tidy little housekeeper to tend on them.
>> Is that all you want?
>> Well, after they leave.
>> You think you got me, don't you?
>> I know I've got him.
I promised him whiskey and fire, you know, and I'm giving him both. Half casts always keep their promises.
I'll come over to Bengal with you. There ain't no other out.
>> Smart girl.
>> Well, I GOT TO SEE JIM SAFE off Bang Island tomorrow. I don't stay.
>> I'd rather have you, you little rattler.
I'd rather break you biting and fighting as you will, then wipe my boots on him.
Why I'd rather >> Hey, we ain't on Banger yet, and we won't be unless you swear you'll keep your rotten hands off of him.
>> I swear, Josie. I swear I shan lay hands on him on my honor. Oh, that ain't worth a cockeyed squint to me.
Swear it on this Hindu hocus pocus. Go on.
That'll hold a melee.
I swear.
I swear I'll take it on a new, white girl.
>> Okay, I got to believe you. No.
>> Now, just a little kiss to bind it.
Okay, Jim.
God and the right Heat. Heat.
Oh, we are.
Look, look.
>> How weird.
>> Oh, that's just a preliminary business of working themselves up to a frenzy.
Watch closely and you'll see what you scarcely believe.
They'll be flinging themselves into that infernal shortly. Crazy devils.
And yet, for some mysterious reason, it doesn't seem to hurt them. They come out all right.
We whites pride ourselves on our superiority.
And yet, there's not a white man living that could get up the spunk to go through there.
>> Do you mean those natives actually walk through that pit of fire?
>> They give a mighty fine imitation of it.
Let me fill your bath again, madam.
>> Dilly do. Not enough a drop.
>> I'll do it hurdly and then you'll have to drink it. I'm boss, you know, on banger.
>> Watch where you're stepping, you bluefaced.
>> Excuse you.
>> OH, BOSS. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE.
>> HEY, bit of an outsider. Hurst. What?
>> Yes. We better have stopped down the hill with the officials. What were those other chaps that got off their yacht?
>> No, but this isn't quite the best view of the fire pit. Yes. Will you have a cigarette, my dear?
>> Sorry you're having to do this.
>> I ain't squawking, am I?
>> After our guests have gone, it will be pleasanter.
>> After I see Jim safe off the island, no ticky, no shirty.
>> Well, here you are, folks. Here's your alcohol rub. Green dude. Interesting type.
>> Yeah, they throw me raw fish every morning at 8. Stick around and hear me bos.
Jersey.
>> Joe, where are you? Beer.
What? What the devil?
Khalita, how the devil did I get here?
>> Last night in lodge from Tuba. Taboo get you drunk.
>> Taboo.
Yes. The fire >> these silver boys bring you watch you but the say I watch you now like Missy say Missy Kelly where is Missy >> where you send her whiskey johny you come I show Tavour's house missy there with tawour where you send her >> you you lie >> I headman on banger I no lie missy scared for you. She bargained for you.
>> No.
>> Whiskey Johnny.
>> No.
>> Yes. She come today with Kaw. So you can go plenty safer away.
>> You sure of this? You saw her?
>> She speak to me. She say tell Bozo fella he got to make the grade now cause I earn his passage out of Fiji.
>> And you left her there with Tavor.
Oh, if you'd been a man.
>> I only no man. I show you I be more mad than you. Come. I show you. Whiskey Johnny.
Isn't there something fake about this firewalking, Captain Hardy? No fake at all, Sir John. I've been right up alongside them. They actually walked through that inferno and come out untouched. Do you mean to say, sir, that you or me could toddle through that red hot oven? If we had steady heads and uh something else.
>> What might that something else be, Captain? Isn't it a form of self hypnosis?
>> Self-hypnosis has been advanced as one theory. But I rather fancy its faith, Sir John, that takes those natives through the fire.
Mind over matter, as the saying goes.
>> Watch closely, sir. Those chips, they've got themselves into a state.
>> Watch out. There they go.
HEY, >> I show you what man I'd I show you whiskey JOHNNY let it get me. Don't let it get I walk through that fire. I Kita because I'd be a man. Fire make men burn out dirt. Burn up cowards.
>> Burn up cow. You coward. Missy there with taboo. You send her strike dead.
>> God know want you. Man don't want you.
Fire want you.
Dirt. Coward.
Dirt.
Fire. Burn up cowards.
Wait, wait, WAIT.
Don't let him guard on the right.
Joe, we've licked it.
>> Blime me. It's a white man.
>> Captain, do you see what I see? Boy, it looks like it may be the end of our search.
>> He's a white man.
>> The whitest man of you all.
>> A white man. It's not possible.
>> Like a filthy beach coma.
>> Bo, there's something fishy about this. He never has a gut.
You've wrecked the fear. YOU'VE WRECKED IT FOR GOOD AND ALL, >> JOSIE.
HELLO, MCHUAN.
>> The very man I came through fire to find.
>> We know very well what you came for, and I fancy you need it after dodging about in that smoky mess. Here you are, my boy.
>> Thanks.
>> No, Jim, lay off of it. Perhaps you'll sing for us. Whiskey journey >> for you. Half cast.
>> YOU DIDN'T POP HIM. JIM, >> better step aside. It's available for you.
>> You dirty hound.
>> GIVE ME A DRINK.
>> THAT'S TRUE. After all, we're drinking the chap liquor. BUT >> STRICTLY PRIVATE IN THERE MAY ANYTHING I CAN DO FOR YOU?
Where is he? Let me get me hands on him again.
>> Over my corpse, Bimbo.
>> But listen, Lassie, >> you keep out of this. You don't know what that yellow belly tried to do to him.
>> What? My dear young lady, >> I ain't your dear and I ain't a lady.
See, lay off of me.
>> Hello, Hardy. Sir James, bless my soul.
How are you, Uncle Tom?
>> My dear, dear boy.
>> Lord, bless you, sir. James, husb.
>> We've come the South Seas for you, sir.
these six months.
>> Yes, dear boy. Ever since you slipped off the yacht at Tahiti.
>> Got the yacht here?
>> Yes.
>> Topping. I shall need it for my honeymoon.
>> Honeymoon?
>> Take off that filthy apron. You're going to be my wife.
>> You mean I'm going to be Mrs. Sir James?
>> Mrs. Jim. That is Will you come home to England with me, Josie?
>> Will I? Why are the king and queen to lay out the guest towels? I hope.
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