Diamond Head (1962) Movie Script
1
Judge. Parsons.
Thought I recognized the plane.
- What goes on in Honolulu?
- That depends on what goes on here.
You cool him out right now, Felipe.
Walk him. Three sips of water.
- Walk him again. Three sips more.
- Yes, sir, Mr. Howland.
- It's a long, dry trip from Honolulu.
- That's right.
- I see Laura's already bought you a drink.
- Yes.
As you like them, I hope.
If they don't, they're wrong.
You're my favorite bartender.
- Nothing for you?
- It's a bit early for the bartender.
Well, Richard, you know the question.
Yeah. Known it since last week.
You've had time to find an answer.
Judge Blanding has just told me, Richard.
There can only be one answer.
Two. Yes and no.
Why, it's a great honor.
One of the first senators
from the State of Hawaii.
Looks like your sister-in-law
doesn't have any doubts, Mr. Howland.
This means a lot to us.
With you in our pocket, Richard,
the party'd have a shoo-in.
You think I'd fit in your pocket, Judge?
We're a state now, not a territory.
This is a big job, and it needs you.
Not someone like you,
Mr. Howland. You.
- The question is, do I need it?
- I think you do need it.
They call you King, Mr. Howland.
And it describes you pretty well.
But kings are out of date.
Unless their subjects vote them king.
Yes, sir, if I had all this,
I'd need to know I'd keep it.
- Is this your boy, Judge?
- If he gets to you, yes.
If not, he's on his own.
Well, sir, which?
Tell you what.
- You call me tomorrow after dinner.
- All right.
Not you. You.
What'll you know tomorrow
that you don't know today?
How my kid sister looks after
a year away from home, for one thing.
- So Sloane's flying in, huh?
- Coming in on the Lurline.
Well, that'll take you into town.
So why don't you drop by headquarters
and bring along that "yes"?
- Or that "no."
- Call me tomorrow.
You.
- So long.
- Judge.
- Bye, Laura.
- Bye-bye.
Miss Beckett.
You know, I've got a hunch
I hit a nerve back there.
- I thought it was too early for a drink.
- Suddenly, it seemed late.
I should be angry at you
for not telling me.
But instead, to Washington.
I wonder if Sloane would like
that Washington circus.
- What girl wouldn't?
- Would you?
Look, Richard,
I'm only your sister-in-law.
After my sister died, I stayed on here
to help you run this place and raise Sloane.
But it's not my show, really.
It's Sloane's.
And in Washington,
it will be Sloane's house, Richard.
Just as this one will be
after tomorrow.
Laura, wherever I live,
I live in my house.
And you're welcome in it.
I hate the word "love."
I meant it, Sloane.
It's such public property.
- I still can't believe it.
- Believe what?
- You and me.
- It's true. Take my word for it.
- There'll be other words.
- Don't listen.
- Not even to your brother?
- The King?
He's always said,
"Name it, Sloane, and I'll get it for you."
Yes, but you never named
anything like me.
You're something I got for myself.
Always wear this dress.
But it'll fall apart.
I wore it last night and the night before.
- The best nights of my life.
- The first of mine.
What happened to us
when we climbed aboard this ship?
All those years at college,
I was just somebody to wave to.
What changed?
I changed.
Blue Goose. Sailboat.
Rooster! Hey, brother!
- Aloha, Paul! Pehea, Sloane?
- Mahalo!
Come on down, Paul!
- You know, like old times.
- No, you come up, Blue.
Long way up. Short way down.
Okay, here we go.
Kapi! Kapiolani.
Oh, my, you've grown up.
- Laura, how are you?
- Welcome home, Sloane.
My number one Ma.
- Hello, Miss Beckett.
- Hello, Paul.
I'm so proud of you, son. I wish I could
have been there for your graduation.
Kapi, I was there.
And I was proud enough for both of us.
Take care of the luggage, Sammy.
All right, boys, how about this?
If I accept the nomination, I'll run.
If I run, I'll win.
If you gentlemen will excuse me.
Never a bad picture.
If he's going to run,
what'll the other guy do?
Run harder, and lose.
King!
- Let's take a look at you.
- You look wonderful.
The San Francisco men look like fog.
Banker's-gray fog!
Bachelor of Arts, huh?
And you learned every one of them.
Kapi, it's been too long, dear.
A man should see
a little more of his second mother.
Paul, how come
you didn't make All-American?
- There were these 200 other guys.
- You were robbed.
Where's Deano?
I expected to see him here.
- Where is that brother of mine?
- He had to stay over on the island.
To do what? Deliver another baby?
I thought we'd fly back to Manoalani
around 3:00.
Between now and then, lunch.
Where'll it be?
- What do you say, Kapi?
- How about the Catamaran Club?
Or we could go by the apartment.
Sammy could fix us up.
Thanks, but I think we ought
to take an earlier plane back.
I really want to see Deano.
Sloane, come to visit me soon.
It'll be soon.
In fact, it'll be tonight.
See you at the beach.
Mr. Howland, I would like a word with you.
Also soon.
Sure. How about in the morning?
- You still like to ride?
- Yes, sir.
- We'll give the horses a workout.
- Fine. I'll make it early.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
The Catamaran Club.
You know Hawaiians don't eat there.
- They only serve the food.
- I'm sorry. I never gave it a thought.
That's the Club's loss.
Keeps out the best company in the islands.
Well, then why do we belong to it?
- Why pay dues to a bunch of bigoted bums?
- Sloane.
All right, come on, ladies,
while I can still call you ladies.
Laura, next time, think.
Our island's the only place
that gets bigger every time I see it.
- Do you suppose 'cause it's ours?
- Why else?
Tell me something. Who owns the ocean?
The fish. But we're gaining on them.
- Hello, Mario.
- Good to see you back home, Miss Sloane.
- I have the Jaguar so she'll do a 130.
- Good.
Now you know she's not allowed
to drive over 110, Mario.
You bring the bags, we'll walk over.
Brett. Baron, you skinny mutt.
But they're getting old, King.
It's not fair for them to get old.
They still look like a couple
of pups to me.
Coyama!
Aloha, Coyama!
At least you never change.
Welcome home, Missy Sloane.
You hungry?
- Telephone from Honolulu. Two times.
- Yeah, who was it?
- Big cheese from Honolulu.
- What did you tell him?
Tell him nothing.
Why for? Let him call back.
That's right. Let him call back.
He certainly hasn't changed, Sloane.
He still can't cook.
You always were fussy, Laura.
I'm gonna jump
into some other clothes.
I want to have a look
around before dinner.
Miss Sloane, Mr. Howland wants you
in library.
Okay, Coyama.
Yeah, hold on a minute, Parsons.
You want to live in Washington?
How'd you like your brother
to be a senator?
A senator? You'd be marvelous.
Let's go. That's right.
Sure you have my word.
And now you know what to do
with your thumb.
Good night.
Okay, I dealt myself in.
- King, I'm so happy for you.
- I'm happy for the islands.
Let me spread the bull, Laura.
I'm the one running for office.
- A senator. You must feel good.
- I always feel good when you're around.
How about celebrating?
Fly back to Honolulu, maybe.
- Paint the town pink.
- I'd love to, King...
but I've a date with Paul tonight.
Let's do something tomorrow then.
Trip up towards Kilauea.
Visit your old friend, Pele.
You know, we might have quite a whirl
in Washington, at that.
There's a lot of....
- Something on your mind?
- Yes, there is.
I don't suppose this is the time
to get it off. But I despise waiting.
King, how do you feel
about Paul Kahana?
I've always liked him better
than that half-brother of his.
And just what's wrong with Dean?
At least,
Paul has always known his place.
The truth is,
Paul never has known his place.
We only just found out.
His place is right next to me.
Paul Kahana's place,
wherever else it may be, Sloane...
is not next to you.
This is what comes of sending her
to California...
and sending the islands with her.
Now there's one thing to be friends
with these people, if you must--
I've heard all that before.
Trade with them, be friends with them,
even sleep with them, but don't marry them.
Marry?
You intend to marry Paul Kahana?
King, I'm your sister.
Tell her how you feel.
If she'd been born in the islands,
she'd know without being told.
This is Hawaii.
It can happen here,
and it does all the time.
It happens, but not to people
of our class.
Class!
You're still talking about class?
If I believe anything,
it's that all people are the same.
Of course.
Why, everyone has a white skin
and $20 million, and a Jaguar racer.
Why are you letting her say all this, King?
I know she's not talking for you.
Not about color.
We're talking about marriage.
You know the first thing about it,
you want this boy.
Want him? I have him. And he has me.
But you don't know the second thing.
There's more to marriage
than jumping into bed.
- Especially a marriage like this.
- What do you mean "a marriage like this"?
You look grown up, Sloane. Act it!
Your children will inherit
Manoalani one day.
All of it. This place,
all that goes with it.
We've been in these islands
over a hundred years.
We've never mixed our blood.
Do you know what I'm saying?
I'm afraid I do. But do you?
Maybe Laura was speaking for you.
And if she was, I've just got this to say.
Nobody can kill this for me.
And nobody better try.
You're not my mother.
You're not my father.
You're just my brother!
That's not true. You're everything.
You're the King.
So understand me. Please.
Go ahead, Richard. Write your speech.
You know what
these people want to hear.
Tell them they're as good as you are.
Or tell them that they're better.
They'll believe it.
You've already convinced Sloane.
Hey, this is a public road.
I wouldn't care if it went through
the lobby of the Royal Hawaiian.
I wish it did.
- So you told him.
- How do you know?
- Because I know you.
- You think.
You should have waited for me, Sloane.
That was my job.
You're lucky you weren't there.
Laura was. She's always there.
Okay, Laura's Laura. But I'm still waiting
to hear what your brother said.
The King's the King.
Only tonight, not quite.
Maybe he'll be the King again tomorrow.
He'd better be.
Everyone's got arguments, reasons.
- Dr. Kahana's here.
- Fine.
- Evening, Mr. Howland.
- Hello, Dean.
- You sent for me.
- Yeah, that's right.
We won't need that pill-satchel, though.
I take this along like I do my hand.
Anyway, I know who your pill-man is.
- Dr. Cane.
- Yeah.
I thought maybe one
of your dogs was sick.
- Brandy?
- No, thanks.
Sit down.
Talked to Paul since he got back?
No, I haven't had a chance.
I've been at the hospital.
Good-looking kid, Paul.
Bet he felled them like trees at college.
No student, of course. How long
did it take him to get through? Five years?
- He'll find his spot.
- Sure.
Not as easily as you did, though.
He's got no trade.
Things are breaking better in the islands
nowadays for fellows like Paul.
That is, things besides
playing a ukulele.
I like Paul.
I think he likes me.
I know your mother does.
But you don't, do you?
I've always been very grateful...
for the many things
the Howlands have done for my family.
The job for my father.
The house for my mother.
The education for Paul.
But you never let us do anything for you.
For you personally, that is. Why not?
Let's just say I found out that a man
who makes his own way stays his own man.
Found that out pretty young, then.
You weren't very old
when we first talked to you about school.
When you're of mixed blood, as I am,
you learn some things pretty fast.
That's what I was counting on,
what you've learned.
You know what it means to be
half-white, half-brown. How it feels.
Well, I'll tell you.
My moving parts work, so I don't kick.
- I get by.
- You get by, huh?
You just don't kick. Is that enough?
Now, you never ask a question
unless you really need the answer.
Why do you need this one?
Sloane and Paul want to get married.
That's right, Sloane and Paul.
And it's no good. You agree?
That's for them to decide, isn't it?
You know, that's what I thought I'd say,
but when the time came, I couldn't.
- This is my acceptance speech.
- For the nomination?
News gets around.
I know what this should say:
"These islands are the showcase
of the United States...
"the place where we prove
to all the races of the world...
"that all men are equal in all things.
"This is where we open
all doors to everybody."
- I've heard that speech before.
- I've told other men to make it.
But I don't think I can.
Because I don't believe it.
I thought I did. But I don't.
I find I don't mean all doors.
Not the door to my sister's bedroom.
I could have told you
about yourself a long time ago.
It had to come into my home
before I knew what I really believed.
White's good, brown's good,
but you mix the two together...
- you know what you get?
- Sure. Me.
That's right. You get you.
Let's take a look at you.
A hapa haole, two people jumping around
inside the same skin.
It's so crowded in there
you can't sit, stand, or lie down.
So talk to them. For their own good.
Tell them what they're in for.
And their children.
- Knock some sense into them.
- Why don't you...
if you think that's the way
people get sense?
I don't want to hurt Paul.
I guess I don't want Sloane to hurt me.
All right.
Maybe I don't care about Paul...
but I do about my sister.
So you talk to him, damn it!
Tell him it's no good,
for either of them.
Nope. That's their decision.
And as long as we're facing facts tonight,
let's face another one.
You're not against Paul because he's brown.
That's some of it, but not all.
You're against Paul because he's a man.
What did you say?
You don't want the door
to Sloane's bedroom opened to anybody.
You take your pills
and get out, Doctor.
May I?
Miss Randolph? Dr. Kahana.
I'm on my way to the hospital now.
Doctor, I don't admire your sense,
but I do admire your guts.
Even if I may have to string them
on a barbwire fence some day.
I want this over. Now.
So you use your influence on Paul...
or his guts might wind up on that fence
right next to yours.
- You can't mean you're prejudiced, Kapi.
- Of course I am.
Did you think that prejudice goes
only with white skin?
I always hoped that Paul would marry
among his own people.
But, Mom, you married
a haole once yourself.
Yes. The result was your brother Dean.
Then when my haole died,
I married one of my own kind.
Your father, Paul,
and the result was you.
We even changed Dean's name to Kahana.
I love both my sons,
but this one is different from Dean.
- This one is all Hawaiian.
- Does that make me less than Dean?
No. In that one way,
it makes you much more.
There are only 12,000 people left
in the whole world...
who can call themselves pure Hawaiian.
Once they mix, they're gone.
Kapi, someday, all bloods will be mixed,
and all races gone.
Where's the loss?
I think of my very few people
as old houses in a changing city.
One by one they go...
for larger houses, perhaps,
for houses of newer design...
but where each new one stands,
one of ours is gone.
I can't approve of that.
But what I can't change,
I must accept.
- Will you settle for just a blessing?
- As long as it gets me Paul.
Whenever I hear you opening that door...
I wonder what kind of a look
you'll be wearing.
And what kind am I wearing tonight?
The first one I ever saw.
The one that says,
"Make the world go away."
You always have.
- The world is with you tonight, isn't it?
- Yeah. I'm carrying it right on my back.
You never pry, do you?
Never ask questions.
A woman who doesn't ask questions.
Still, pound for pound,
you're more female than any I ever met.
You'll tell me what you want me to know.
No questions. No demands.
Richard, most women can make the world
go away for a while.
None can make it stay away.
- You have, so far.
- So far.
But few women last.
That's why wise women take out insurance.
What kind? Fire or accident?
Life.
You know, you have a look tonight, too...
- as if you'd just woke up.
- And you like that.
As long as it's only for me.
- I'm in danger of becoming an uncle.
- Becoming an uncle is dangerous?
This kind could be. Very dangerous.
You know,
I'm the last of my name, Mei.
My sister and I are the last of our line.
Her son will own Manoalani one day...
and he has to be the right kind of son.
By the right sire.
You could have a child.
You might even have a son.
I have no intention
of marrying again, Mei.
You should have your own son.
I had a son.
His name was Richard Howland III.
He was 3 years old that day.
His mother had him at Hilo,
playing in the water.
The tide went far out
beyond the breakwater...
left a stretch of sand and coral reef.
There were over a hundred children
playing there, laughing.
While the tide kept going out,
the tidal wave kept coming in.
Two minutes later,
a 40-foot crest smashed into Hilo.
It killed my son and his mother
and 120 others.
I had a son, Mei.
I don't want another.
Deano!
That was waiting for you
all evening at Kapiolani's.
Yeah. I drove up just as you left.
I tried to catch you,
but that Jaguar can really go.
- Well, I heard the news, Sloane.
- What do you think about it?
- You tired?
- No.
Let's walk.
The King must be out.
The dogs always sleep in his room.
- Well?
- Well.
- So that's what you think.
- I haven't thought. I've just reacted.
Everybody's just reacted.
I wish somebody would think.
Just how much thinking have you done?
For instance, what do you know about Paul?
- What do I know?
- That's right.
I grew up with him.
The King asks me
what I know about marriage...
you ask me what I know about Paul.
What do I have to know?
All right, Dean.
Paul's young and he's no genius.
He may never set the world on fire,
as you might some day.
But he sets me on fire.
- And what does he know about you?
- That I burn.
Yeah.
Well, what you know is enough, maybe.
But what he knows isn't.
He knows you were born
to the purple...
but he doesn't know
how well you like to wear it.
Well, that's a switch, isn't it?
What you really mean is,
will I do right by Paul?
Exactly.
Will you run him
the way your brother runs everybody?
Will you be his wife,
or will he be just your husband?
What cave do you live in?
Why is it any worse
for Paul to be just my husband...
than for me to be just his wife?
If somebody's going to wear the shoes,
it'd better be the man.
Especially with you.
Don't forget, Sloane,
I grew up with you, too. And I took notes.
Do you remember the summer you were 15?
Up at the pool, under the waterfall?
Do you remember what you did?
You took off your clothes and dived in.
I remember.
And I wanted you to do the same.
"Come on in, Deano.
" I said, "Come on in."
And why didn't you?
- I almost did.
- But why not? Were you too shocked?
- I bet you'd be shocked right now.
- I wasn't shocked, Sloane.
I wanted to.
Do you know what I would have done
if you had?
I would've scratched
your eyes out and said:
"I hate you, Dean Kahana, I hate you!"
Sure, Sloane.
And I hate you, too.
Deano.
I don't know why,
but you bring out the spitting witch in me.
- One of us must be an awful person.
- Both of us.
I bring out that spitting witch,
but it has to be there to come out.
And that's with just one pair of shoes.
Goodbye, Sloane.
Goodbye? Who's going anywhere?
You are.
Yes, I suppose I am.
Well, we'll see each other around,
but we won't, really, will we?
No.
And just one thing more.
Your brother asked me to speak to you.
- And?
- I spoke. Be happy, Sloane.
Dean. Hi.
- Paul, how is it?
- Great, I guess.
Say, don't doctors ever come home?
I've been waiting hours for you.
Come on in.
Don't you ever knock?
When I have to knock on your door, I don't.
I wait.
Boy, that haole sure leaves
a lot of things lying around.
And you never mind using those things,
do you?
Well, that's what they're here for.
Especially you.
Did you hide your blushing face
and whisper your little secret?
No.
What you going to do?
Just let him find you knitting booties?
- I'll tell him when I'm ready.
- And that'll be?
When I think he's ready.
Brandy should be sipped. Slowly.
Only by the upper crust.
By us crumbs, fast.
Before somebody grabs it.
Bobbie. Why don't you find yourself a job,
and keep it?
You find me one like yours,
and I'll give it a whirl.
Don't say things like that.
What has happened between you and me?
We're the only ones left in our family.
We should be close.
Why don't you stop thinking of me
the way you do?
Living on me the way you do?
Well, I'll tell you. It's like this.
I sing a little.
Nobody wants to listen.
I pick a few strings.
Not good enough to get paid for it.
I got no education. I got no trade.
And I sweat easy.
I got no talent, that's all.
Except for being your brother.
The way I see it,
you sell what you have to sell.
- Here, try those.
- Thanks.
With me, it happens to be
what I can do with a football.
What's that pay these days anyway?
Football?
- Those too big?
- No, just right.
Well, the professionals offered me
$7,000 a season, $1,000 more for signing.
- Yeah, take it?
- I'd have to live on the mainland.
What's that, cruel
and unusual punishment?
It would be for me.
Sloane wants to stay in the islands.
Well, there goes $8,000.
Felipe...
you put the bridle with the Spanish bit
on Miss Sloane's mare.
Yes, sir, Mr. Howland.
Can you match $8,000 in the islands?
They play football here.
I think I can land something.
- Sure you can, for $50 a game.
- $100.
- But I guess that won't buy any Jaguars.
- Not even the license.
I can only give Sloane all I have,
Mr. Howland.
I think that's all
any man can give any woman.
The estate has an opening in Tahiti.
We could send you out there for a year.
- Sloane might like Tahiti.
- Without Sloane.
Think you can handle the buckskin?
I always have.
I know I don't bring much to the Howlands,
but I can tell you this.
I'm not out to take anything away.
- Just Sloane.
- Yes, that's right, just Sloane.
Whatever happened
to those high school friends of yours?
Blue Goose, Sailboat, Rooster? Here.
Don't tell me. I know.
They're working Waikiki, huh?
Milking the malihinis at the Kalapu.
All they got to do is stay happy
and keep their bellies flat.
Of course, one morning they wake up
and they can't see their feet.
You think about Tahiti.
Stay.
Well, that got the kinks out.
Did it get them out of you?
- What did my brother say?
- Some of this and some of that...
but it all added up to,
"Go away, Kahana, you bother me."
What did he hit on?
Race, creed, or condition of servitude?
- He's wondering how we're going to eat.
- The same way he does, we pay for it.
No, that's how you're gonna eat.
It doesn't cover me.
Look, when your brother makes sense,
we've got to make sense, too.
Nothing makes sense
but us getting married.
All he wants is for me to get set first.
He offered me a job in Tahiti.
A year down there, he said--
And just what does Sloane do
all that time?
- Sloane waits.
- You call that sense?
I wanna talk to my brother for a minute.
Do you mind?
Would it matter if I did?
- What did you do to Paul?
- I just talked to him.
- Well, talk to me. I can talk back.
- All right. I'll talk to you.
- Don't try to marry him.
- What do you mean, try?
I'm through talking about it.
I'm going to do it.
Like hell you are.
Kapiolani's giving us our engagement party.
You're invited.
Gods of the mountains,
look down favorably upon our endeavors.
Assure this family
that the animal to be prepared...
will be delectable
from one end to the other.
It's a lovely engagement party.
- Only the King's late.
- Maybe he doesn't think it's an engagement.
He's been told. By me.
Yeah, and that's really being told,
isn't it?
How long have you known?
Long enough to be sure.
You can't have this child, Mei.
You mean you won't allow it?
- I'll send you to see Dr. Cane.
- Don't.
I'll talk to him.
He'll find medical reasons
that'll satisfy him.
He'll find none that satisfy me.
You had a son, you told me.
And you don't want another.
Does that mean you don't want my child?
- Because I want yours, Richard.
- Why?
At first, I wanted it as a tie.
A hold on you.
What did I call it, insurance?
But I don't feel that way anymore.
I want it now...
because it's the only way I can keep you,
even if you leave me.
If I say no to my sister,
I have to say no to myself.
And that's what I'm saying. No.
You are making a mistake
with your sister.
She's making the mistake.
I'm going to stop her.
Any way I can.
Whoever inherits Manoalani when I die,
it's not going to be Paul Kahana's son.
Or mine?
Or yours.
I'm sorry.
I won't be seeing you again.
I'll set up something for you
and the child, a trust fund.
You'll have security.
Love is a gift. Not a sale.
Richard, before you go...
tell me you don't want me anymore.
Tell me, Richard.
No, I won't, because I do.
Damn you, I do.
Now more than ever.
And the mighty man left
with a mighty slam
Like he was trying
to drown something out.
He was, Bobbie.
You told him the gladsome tidings?
Yes, I did.
And the mighty man left
with a mighty slam
Of course, I don't care how he left.
What I want to know is
when he's coming back.
He's not.
Not if I have the child.
So get rid of it.
I'll tell you what I told him. Never.
No cigars? Of course, cigars.
You know, around the mighty man,
it's mighty nice.
Now, let's figure out the angles.
- You're not in this, Bobbie.
- Oh, no?
Why, Sister dear,
I'm your one blood relative.
And I'm the fellow that sees
both sides to any question.
His and hers.
Maybe there's more in it
for us this way.
I mean, a man in politics
like Mr. Howland...
he has to be careful. No scandal.
All kinds of private stuff,
but no public stuff.
Let it get out and bang go the votes.
So he can marry you,
or he can pay for not marrying you.
- Pay big.
- No, Bobbie.
What happened to you?
You started out to hook a fish,
and you hooked him.
- Now he's too big to throw back in.
- I am the one that got hooked.
I'm going to have Richard Howland's baby.
And he doesn't have to pay.
Everybody pays.
That is, everybody who plays.
Now you go shake the cradle,
and I'll go shake the money tree.
You're talking like a crazy boy,
as usual.
And you're not going to do anything,
as usual.
You're wrong!
I'm going to shake that money tree.
Of course,
if I was any kind of a brother...
I wouldn't just shake it,
I'd chop it down.
- Were all these people invited?
- About half of them.
My door is open to everybody,
Miss Beckett.
Everybody seems to be here.
Your face is hanging out, Doctor.
You don't really like it much, either.
You think not?
What are you going to do about it?
I'm going to wish them well.
And I'd advise you to do the same.
No speech, Mr. Howland?
Lot of voters here.
Kind of a captive audience.
Why don't you stand out of the way, son?
You're flying.
Go on. Tell them why Paul Kahana
is good enough to marry your sister...
but my sister isn't good enough
to marry you.
Go on, Mr. Howland.
- Hi.
- Hi, Dean.
Why don't you go get your girl a drink?
Why didn't you bring one?
That wouldn't get me a dance.
Bring three drinks.
I only dance with Paul tonight, Deano.
- Can I get you something, Mom?
- No, thank you. Not for the moment.
Richard, you're not the host here.
- You have no right to take things in--
- Wait, Kapi, later.
I want to talk to Paul.
Happy?
Yes. Very.
You, Deano?
Sure.
Paul!
But what do you mean
my brother has got to remain in custody?
Will I be able to see him
in the morning?
Thank you.
Why do you think
Bobbie Chen wanted to kill you?
I threw him out of Mrs. Kahana's party.
He was drunk.
Not a very strong motive.
As you know, I've heard Chen's story.
It is in direct conflict with yours
on two important points.
Bobbie Chen jumped me.
He had a knife in his hand.
I took it away from him.
He started for me again,
then Paul Kahana got between us.
He was out to stop Chen, I guess.
But Chen kept coming
and pushed Paul against the knife.
He said he went for you only once.
He's a liar.
He differs with you on another point.
His motive.
Is it true that you were intimate
with Bobbie Chen's sister, Mei Chen?
That is none of your damn business.
Is it true that Mei Chen
is going to have your child?
Yes.
You now seem to corroborate Bobbie Chen
on one point.
His motive.
Is it true that you were in conflict
with your sister...
over her coming marriage
to Paul Kahana?
That marriage would never have taken place.
You were in conflict then?
It was wrong.
- I'd have found some way to stop it.
- Perhaps you did.
Mr. Immacona, is it possible
that you'd suggest--
You've already testified,
Miss Beckett.
By your own statement
you did not see what happened.
Could it be possible, Mr. Howland...
that Bobbie Chen is telling the truth
on the other point where you differ?
What do you mean by that?
That Chen went for you only once.
That when you had the knife...
you seized the opportunity
to use it on Paul Kahana?
You are not obliged
to answer these questions, Mr. Howland.
I'll answer that one.
I didn't have to kill Paul Kahana
to stop his marrying my sister.
Miss Howland.
I repeat. This is an informal hearing.
You are not required to testify.
But I must make a decision...
whether to take this case before
the grand jury and ask for an indictment...
or to dismiss it as death
by misadventure.
Have you anything to say
that might help me?
I don't know how it happened or why.
I didn't see it.
By the time I got through the crowd
Paul was dead.
Mrs. Kahana, are you ready
to speak now?
Make it as brief as you can.
She shouldn't be here.
She hasn't been able to talk about it,
even to me.
If you have nothing more to add,
Mrs. Kahana, I won't keep you.
But I do have something to add.
I've kept silent.
Perhaps I should have spoken before.
But I wanted to hear
what has been said in this room.
It was ugly, but it needed to be said.
I was at the gate, Mr. Immacona.
I was very close to the spot
where my son died.
Did you see what happened?
I will always see it.
There was a first attack,
then a second.
My son tried to end it
and he fell back against the knife.
Did you see anything,
anything at all...
to indicate that your son's death
was not an accident?
Nothing.
One eyewitness.
An unimpeachable one.
Death by misadventure.
Ask yourself this, Howland.
Could you have turned that knife away?
Could you have saved Paul
if you wanted to?
Well, Richard.
I expected you, Judge,
but I hardly thought you'd beat me home.
I imagine you know
what we came here to say.
You want me to pull out.
Sorry, not me.
We don't just want to hold an election,
we want to hold office...
and we can't win with you.
Things are changing
in the islands, Richard.
You need a hunting license
before you can kill nowadays.
I've been cleared.
Not with the voters.
You never will be.
Tell me, how did you get so sure
of yourself so young?
You started young,
didn't you, Mr. Howland?
Blanding, if they won't run me,
I'll run myself.
Go ahead and split the party then.
But if we go down trying to back you now
we'll never get up again.
Nothing else we could do, Richard.
I'll be seeing you, Judge.
You'll be back about six months
before your term expires...
with your hand out, palm up.
- Richard.
- That was Blanding.
He wanted me to bow out.
But you know something?
When I bow, I don't like anybody's hand
pushing my head down.
Sloane's taking the 5:10 flight
to Honolulu.
Richard, I'm worried.
I don't think she's coming back.
She'll be back.
As soon as she finds out
she can't stay away.
- How'd you know where I was?
- Word gets around.
Sloane, I want you to go home.
Where's home?
Manoalani. A poor thing, but your own.
It happens to be where my clothes are.
Unfortunately,
that's where my brother is, too.
So I don't live there anymore.
Well, come to our house, then.
Mother would be glad.
You shouldn't be alone.
Don't worry about me.
My name's Howland.
Be perfectly happy with myself.
You know, it doesn't take much
to make us happy.
Just have to own the world,
push it around.
We can do anything.
We can drink.
We can keep a mistress on the side.
We can kill a man! We can do anything!
All right, Sloane.
I know how you feel.
Dean, that's just it. I don't feel.
I don't feel anything.
Paul must have loved me.
I didn't feel anything. Just a blank.
I don't know how to love.
Get out of here!
I didn't ask you to come.
All right, 6:00,
number five warehouse.
I'll be there. Fine.
Richard, I've been trying to get in touch
with Sloane for several days.
I finally got her on the wire.
I hope you left me out of it.
You're already in it.
At any rate, she won't come back.
Don't press it, Laura,
she'll come home when she's ready.
How do you expect her to get over Paul
when you have Mei Chen...
and keep on having her.
Can't you see that?
Mei Chen is my own business.
Mei Chen is...
an outrage.
No man would consider Mei Chen
an outrage.
Only another woman would.
Richard, I'm going back
to the mainland.
Aloha.
This time it's for good.
You're welcome here, Laura.
You'll always be welcome.
I know.
For my sister's sake.
But that's just not good enough
for me anymore.
When she died I came down
to these islands to help you.
I stayed on for myself.
I've cared for you, Richard.
I've cared very, very much.
- Laura, I--
- Please don't say it.
Don't tell me you're sorry.
I don't think you can
really care for anyone, Richard.
Not for Sloane, me, Mei Chen.
Not even yourself.
Maybe that's because too many people
have cared for you too much.
We're no longer a territory
in these islands.
We're a state.
What we do in the immediate future
may decide our destiny for years to come.
I think I know almost every man here.
I don't mean you.
You're a new face.
But some of us are very old friends.
Your families and my family have known
each other for almost a hundred years.
I want your votes.
But I'm not asking for them
as your employer.
I'm asking for them as a man who will
fight for your rights in Washington.
I will fight for you in Washington.
I feel I have a right to be here.
This is my home ground.
Running out, Mr. Howland,
from your good old friends?
Come on, let's get out of here.
Sloane!
Hello, Laura.
You know, the passengers on boats
throw these overboard.
And if they float back to shore, it means
the people will come back someday.
But you don't believe in legends, do you?
As I get older I become less and less sure
of what I believe in, Sloane.
My plane leaves in an hour.
With him?
- Are you really interested?
- No.
Yes, I am. Where are you going, Laura?
And why?
To the mainland.
Where I should have gone a long time ago.
I suppose I'm not the one
to urge forgiveness.
I've never been good at it.
And perhaps forgiveness
isn't even important.
But not being alone is.
Your brother is very much alone.
Sloane, he thought he was right.
So did I.
I still do.
But that doesn't mean
I'm incapable of sympathy.
He thought he was right.
You thought you were right.
I thought I was right.
What's right mean anyhow?
Just depends on who says it,
doesn't it?
I'm sorry I failed with you.
I guess I was trying too hard for myself.
Stop it, Laura.
Most everything wrong between us
could have been me.
I wonder why women like to watch men
doing things like that?
- We're fools, I guess.
- Only in the daytime, dear.
At night, it's the men.
You watch a man tying his tie,
or testing his beard...
for that moment, he's yours.
When a man's testing his beard
he belongs to nobody.
Not even the woman he grew it with.
Why don't men
ever look straight into a mirror?
It's always a half look,
a glancing blow.
You're full of whys this morning...
for the first time since I've known you.
Why?
As much as I like
to watch those things...
things that make you seem to be mine,
you're not mine at all.
And I know it.
You need a child more
than you need me.
Take him when he's born
and make him a Howland. I'll go away.
I don't want the child. I want you.
You cannot have me without him,
but you can have him without me.
I'll do anything for you, Mei.
Not for me, for him.
Anything.
I'll find a home someplace,
a good school, everything.
Everything?
Everything but call him yours.
Wait until he's born.
See then if you want him
more than you do me.
I could not want you and not him.
I'm not very good at begging, Mei.
But I seem to be doing it, don't I?
You will never feel differently
about him?
No.
Then goodbye, Richard.
I never thought
I would be able to say that to you.
But I find I can, after all.
That's goodbye?
For me it is.
Everybody's leaving.
My loving sister, my devoted sister-in-law,
my political party...
my girl.
Why don't you go home to your dogs?
Why don't you give us an advance tip,
Mr. Howland?
- What's your announcement going to be?
- Brief.
Mahalo.
I feel it only fair
to those who would have supported me...
that I give my reasons
for withdrawing from this campaign.
The office that so many of you would have
bestowed upon me is an honored one.
One that I had hoped to fill
with the same tradition and dignity...
that marked my father
during his years as a public servant.
It is a position
of the highest trust...
Better that way.
You listen to him and you're lost.
Give me a martini.
Give us another martini.
...yet I must reject it.
I thank all of those people...
who have written to express
their willingness to support me...
but I regret to say
that my decision must be final.
I have no recommendations
to make to you....
Wherever I am, how did you get here?
This time you sent for me.
- Did I?
- Loud and clear.
- Did I say why?
- No.
Any girl who asks for a man
and doesn't know she's asking...
doesn't have to tell me why. I know.
- I shouldn't be here.
- Stay put.
Diagnosis: not eating enough...
drinking too much. Prognosis: bad.
Think I've got a drinking problem?
Living problem.
Dean!
Bad dream?
Yes.
You've been pretty free
with my name tonight.
Once drunk.
Once in a nightmare.
Back to sleep.
I can just see the King's expression
when you and I walk in hand in hand.
"Congratulate me," I'll say.
"I'm going to be a Kahana after all."
Is that all this means to you?
Just getting even
with your brother? Is it?
What's wrong with getting even
with the King? Nobody ever has.
Somebody should. I hate him, Dean.
I hate him.
With you, hate means love.
- Don't tell me what I mean.
- Somebody has to.
Still the spitting witch,
even in Paul's bed.
It's Paul's bed for you, too.
Last night you didn't care
whose bed it was, did you?
There's a war going on in your head...
and it's up to you who wins it.
If Paul had lived he would have had to
battle your brother for you all his life.
As for me,
I wouldn't sleep well, three in a bed.
- You look lousy.
- You look great.
I mean it. Lousy.
And I mean it, great.
Nothing bothers you, does it?
- Maybe that's the way to be.
- The only way.
Did you ever hear
what your grandfather said?
"Keep your blood pressure down
and your dividends up."
I decided he was right.
Laura's gone.
I saw her before she took off.
You know something, King?
The wrong people want the wrong people...
and they end up running around
the world like a mouse on a wheel.
But not me. Not anymore.
Then I gather you're home for good.
I figured you'd find out
what your name was sooner or later.
I found out. It's not very pretty.
It doesn't have to be pretty
as long as you remember it's Howland.
Look, there are no Howlands out there.
All the Howlands are here.
They're born here,
they live here and they die here.
And when they're buried,
nobody but Howlands mourn.
You'd better get used to that.
I have.
To most people all I am is a dollar sign.
I've given away nearly $3 million
around these islands.
It won't buy a tear.
King, what did they put into us
to make us the way we are?
Or what did they leave out?
And can't we ever change?
Change?
I've had a bellyful of that lately, too.
For you and me, honey,
there's no such thing.
I'm glad you're back.
I had nowhere else to go.
Nowhere I want to go.
You did a good job on me,
like Father did on you...
and his father on him.
You were just a baby when Mother died.
You don't remember her, do you?
I like to think I do.
She was a good person, wasn't she?
What about Mei Chen?
Yeah, Mother was a good person.
She died young.
I expect to live till I'm 90.
I said what about Mei Chen?
Nothing about Mei Chen.
All right.
Fill it up again, King.
It's beautiful.
It's the most beautiful place
in the world.
There's only one thing wrong with it.
There are no people in it.
No one but us Howlands.
Hello.
- I'm Sloane Howland.
- I know.
Would you come in?
I should have come
to see you before...
but it took me a long time
to sort myself out.
Then I was afraid
you wouldn't want to see me.
You were wrong. Would you sit down?
Thank you.
- I knew you would be beautiful.
- You are kind. Not so beautiful.
But I know he's going to be.
Is there anything I can do for you?
Anything you need--
No, thank you.
Your brother has been very generous.
With everything but himself.
He gives what he can.
With us Howlands,
that happens to be money.
- But I'm sure he left you a tip.
- A very large tip.
Of course, exactly the right amount.
Large enough, but not too large.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean that
the way it sounded.
You mustn't be bitter about him.
Rather be sorry for him.
- For my brother?
- I feel sorry for him.
He won't allow himself to be happy.
May I say something?
Be careful you don't become the same.
Maybe we are the same.
Sometimes when I look in the mirror,
I'm not sure which of us looks back.
And I'm beginning to think
neither of us is worth a damn.
Howland.
King, this is Sloane.
I'm calling from the hospital.
Hospital? What are you doing there?
I'm standing in for you.
Mei Chen's having her baby. Your baby.
Nurse. A caesarean.
Would you get me an operating room?
- Yes, Doctor.
- Thank you.
I'm afraid, not of dying,
but that I won't have him.
You'll have him.
You couldn't keep him away.
There. Now try and
rest between the pains.
I don't want to rest.
I just want it over.
What are you thinking?
What I've thought from the beginning.
That this baby shouldn't be born.
If it shouldn't be born,
it shouldn't have been made.
How's it going?
I don't know how it'll go.
Well, if you don't know, who does?
You might ask God.
I know you usually tell him,
but for once, you might ask.
Wait.
- Can I see her?
- All right.
But not too long, please.
I've given her a shot
and she shouldn't talk much.
This time it's hard to see
what kind of a look you're wearing.
It's always the same look.
The one that says
I never can see enough of you.
I've missed you.
Your son doesn't want to be born.
I think he feels unwelcome.
No child wants to be born.
They're smart.
He doesn't know how much I want him.
Enough for both of us.
She didn't make it.
Oh, Dean.
- And the baby?
- A boy.
We took him after she died.
He's all right.
Dean.
When will he be ready to leave?
Well, he came early, and he's small.
It'll probably be several weeks.
King, what about the baby?
Kahana, how did you manage to lose her?
Her heart gave out. You lost her.
We'll take the baby home.
- Won't we, King?
- What?
Sure.
I'll take him till I can find
someplace suitable somewhere.
Well, in case you can't find someplace
suitable, I'll take the boy myself.
I'm short one brother.
He's going to Manoalani.
Something else you should know.
Mei realized from the beginning she was
taking a long chance having that baby...
but she took it.
It ought to pay off for her somehow.
Number one Howland. One foot high.
Coyama, the nurse won't be here
for two or three days.
Do you think we can manage?
What's so hard with a one-foot baby?
I managed you.
People do things differently
these days, Coyama.
But babies do same.
You give them drink, you clean pants,
you powder bottom.
Did you do that for me?
Miss Sloane,
you got number one bottom.
You don't think he's ugly, do you?
No baby ugly. Have to grow up first.
- You dogs.
- Wait...
Brett, Baron, come on, out!
Coyama, where'd you get all this junk?
This junk belong Miss Sloane.
I get it out of closet.
Well, you'll be putting it back soon.
He won't be staying long.
Mr. Howland, that your son
down there, that so?
You didn't answer Coyama.
I never answer Coyama. He answers me.
I'll answer you, though.
Whoever he is, he's not a Howland.
And it doesn't get him Manoalani.
Hang on, buster.
Felipe! Throw the tack on Kio-Kio.
Yes, Mr. Howland.
Kio-Kio could use a good workout.
He's been kicking the stall down.
Well, a lot of things around this place
could use some attention.
Why don't you slap a saddle
on the palomino and come with me?
I'd love to, King, but I've got to
keep an eye on the baby.
Maybe tomorrow.
Just like old times.
King, what do you think
we ought to call him?
The baby.
Who sent for you, Doctor?
Neither of us ever felt better.
Can I talk to you
for a minute, Sloane?
All right.
Make it short, Kahana.
You can't have much to say.
Well?
You know why I'm here.
I tried to stay away, Sloane,
but I couldn't.
Look, I hit you and I'm sorry.
It's been hurting ever since.
You mean you're ready to try....
How did you put it?
Sleeping three in a bed?
I'm ready to sleep two in my bed.
What do you think you're....
I'm telling Sloane I'm going
to marry her.
For the love of God, I've just about
had a gut full of you Kahanas.
And I've had a gut full of you, Howland.
You foul up everything you touch, but
you're not going to wreck Sloane's life.
So even if you haven't got a woman
of your own anymore...
get out of my business and stay out!
It's all you've got left, isn't it?
Brute force.
You look pretty small to me, Howland.
Stop it, King! He's right.
He's right.
You're beating yourself with that whip.
Why the hell do you always try
to put me in the wrong?
Because you're always so damn sure,
and so wrong.
I'm going, King.
And this time I've got a good reason
for not coming back.
Well, go on then!
Take her if that's what she wants.
We're leaving, Coyama.
- You take baby away?
- Yes.
Baby belong here.
Nobody belongs here but my brother.
And when you're ready to leave
you can come to me.
You got a lot to learn.
You have plenty of time to teach me.
Coyama!
Bring that cot thing.
I'm going to get my son.
Yes, Mr. Howland.
And get some new stuff in here.
None of this secondhand junk.
After all, he is half a Howland.
Judge. Parsons.
Thought I recognized the plane.
- What goes on in Honolulu?
- That depends on what goes on here.
You cool him out right now, Felipe.
Walk him. Three sips of water.
- Walk him again. Three sips more.
- Yes, sir, Mr. Howland.
- It's a long, dry trip from Honolulu.
- That's right.
- I see Laura's already bought you a drink.
- Yes.
As you like them, I hope.
If they don't, they're wrong.
You're my favorite bartender.
- Nothing for you?
- It's a bit early for the bartender.
Well, Richard, you know the question.
Yeah. Known it since last week.
You've had time to find an answer.
Judge Blanding has just told me, Richard.
There can only be one answer.
Two. Yes and no.
Why, it's a great honor.
One of the first senators
from the State of Hawaii.
Looks like your sister-in-law
doesn't have any doubts, Mr. Howland.
This means a lot to us.
With you in our pocket, Richard,
the party'd have a shoo-in.
You think I'd fit in your pocket, Judge?
We're a state now, not a territory.
This is a big job, and it needs you.
Not someone like you,
Mr. Howland. You.
- The question is, do I need it?
- I think you do need it.
They call you King, Mr. Howland.
And it describes you pretty well.
But kings are out of date.
Unless their subjects vote them king.
Yes, sir, if I had all this,
I'd need to know I'd keep it.
- Is this your boy, Judge?
- If he gets to you, yes.
If not, he's on his own.
Well, sir, which?
Tell you what.
- You call me tomorrow after dinner.
- All right.
Not you. You.
What'll you know tomorrow
that you don't know today?
How my kid sister looks after
a year away from home, for one thing.
- So Sloane's flying in, huh?
- Coming in on the Lurline.
Well, that'll take you into town.
So why don't you drop by headquarters
and bring along that "yes"?
- Or that "no."
- Call me tomorrow.
You.
- So long.
- Judge.
- Bye, Laura.
- Bye-bye.
Miss Beckett.
You know, I've got a hunch
I hit a nerve back there.
- I thought it was too early for a drink.
- Suddenly, it seemed late.
I should be angry at you
for not telling me.
But instead, to Washington.
I wonder if Sloane would like
that Washington circus.
- What girl wouldn't?
- Would you?
Look, Richard,
I'm only your sister-in-law.
After my sister died, I stayed on here
to help you run this place and raise Sloane.
But it's not my show, really.
It's Sloane's.
And in Washington,
it will be Sloane's house, Richard.
Just as this one will be
after tomorrow.
Laura, wherever I live,
I live in my house.
And you're welcome in it.
I hate the word "love."
I meant it, Sloane.
It's such public property.
- I still can't believe it.
- Believe what?
- You and me.
- It's true. Take my word for it.
- There'll be other words.
- Don't listen.
- Not even to your brother?
- The King?
He's always said,
"Name it, Sloane, and I'll get it for you."
Yes, but you never named
anything like me.
You're something I got for myself.
Always wear this dress.
But it'll fall apart.
I wore it last night and the night before.
- The best nights of my life.
- The first of mine.
What happened to us
when we climbed aboard this ship?
All those years at college,
I was just somebody to wave to.
What changed?
I changed.
Blue Goose. Sailboat.
Rooster! Hey, brother!
- Aloha, Paul! Pehea, Sloane?
- Mahalo!
Come on down, Paul!
- You know, like old times.
- No, you come up, Blue.
Long way up. Short way down.
Okay, here we go.
Kapi! Kapiolani.
Oh, my, you've grown up.
- Laura, how are you?
- Welcome home, Sloane.
My number one Ma.
- Hello, Miss Beckett.
- Hello, Paul.
I'm so proud of you, son. I wish I could
have been there for your graduation.
Kapi, I was there.
And I was proud enough for both of us.
Take care of the luggage, Sammy.
All right, boys, how about this?
If I accept the nomination, I'll run.
If I run, I'll win.
If you gentlemen will excuse me.
Never a bad picture.
If he's going to run,
what'll the other guy do?
Run harder, and lose.
King!
- Let's take a look at you.
- You look wonderful.
The San Francisco men look like fog.
Banker's-gray fog!
Bachelor of Arts, huh?
And you learned every one of them.
Kapi, it's been too long, dear.
A man should see
a little more of his second mother.
Paul, how come
you didn't make All-American?
- There were these 200 other guys.
- You were robbed.
Where's Deano?
I expected to see him here.
- Where is that brother of mine?
- He had to stay over on the island.
To do what? Deliver another baby?
I thought we'd fly back to Manoalani
around 3:00.
Between now and then, lunch.
Where'll it be?
- What do you say, Kapi?
- How about the Catamaran Club?
Or we could go by the apartment.
Sammy could fix us up.
Thanks, but I think we ought
to take an earlier plane back.
I really want to see Deano.
Sloane, come to visit me soon.
It'll be soon.
In fact, it'll be tonight.
See you at the beach.
Mr. Howland, I would like a word with you.
Also soon.
Sure. How about in the morning?
- You still like to ride?
- Yes, sir.
- We'll give the horses a workout.
- Fine. I'll make it early.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
The Catamaran Club.
You know Hawaiians don't eat there.
- They only serve the food.
- I'm sorry. I never gave it a thought.
That's the Club's loss.
Keeps out the best company in the islands.
Well, then why do we belong to it?
- Why pay dues to a bunch of bigoted bums?
- Sloane.
All right, come on, ladies,
while I can still call you ladies.
Laura, next time, think.
Our island's the only place
that gets bigger every time I see it.
- Do you suppose 'cause it's ours?
- Why else?
Tell me something. Who owns the ocean?
The fish. But we're gaining on them.
- Hello, Mario.
- Good to see you back home, Miss Sloane.
- I have the Jaguar so she'll do a 130.
- Good.
Now you know she's not allowed
to drive over 110, Mario.
You bring the bags, we'll walk over.
Brett. Baron, you skinny mutt.
But they're getting old, King.
It's not fair for them to get old.
They still look like a couple
of pups to me.
Coyama!
Aloha, Coyama!
At least you never change.
Welcome home, Missy Sloane.
You hungry?
- Telephone from Honolulu. Two times.
- Yeah, who was it?
- Big cheese from Honolulu.
- What did you tell him?
Tell him nothing.
Why for? Let him call back.
That's right. Let him call back.
He certainly hasn't changed, Sloane.
He still can't cook.
You always were fussy, Laura.
I'm gonna jump
into some other clothes.
I want to have a look
around before dinner.
Miss Sloane, Mr. Howland wants you
in library.
Okay, Coyama.
Yeah, hold on a minute, Parsons.
You want to live in Washington?
How'd you like your brother
to be a senator?
A senator? You'd be marvelous.
Let's go. That's right.
Sure you have my word.
And now you know what to do
with your thumb.
Good night.
Okay, I dealt myself in.
- King, I'm so happy for you.
- I'm happy for the islands.
Let me spread the bull, Laura.
I'm the one running for office.
- A senator. You must feel good.
- I always feel good when you're around.
How about celebrating?
Fly back to Honolulu, maybe.
- Paint the town pink.
- I'd love to, King...
but I've a date with Paul tonight.
Let's do something tomorrow then.
Trip up towards Kilauea.
Visit your old friend, Pele.
You know, we might have quite a whirl
in Washington, at that.
There's a lot of....
- Something on your mind?
- Yes, there is.
I don't suppose this is the time
to get it off. But I despise waiting.
King, how do you feel
about Paul Kahana?
I've always liked him better
than that half-brother of his.
And just what's wrong with Dean?
At least,
Paul has always known his place.
The truth is,
Paul never has known his place.
We only just found out.
His place is right next to me.
Paul Kahana's place,
wherever else it may be, Sloane...
is not next to you.
This is what comes of sending her
to California...
and sending the islands with her.
Now there's one thing to be friends
with these people, if you must--
I've heard all that before.
Trade with them, be friends with them,
even sleep with them, but don't marry them.
Marry?
You intend to marry Paul Kahana?
King, I'm your sister.
Tell her how you feel.
If she'd been born in the islands,
she'd know without being told.
This is Hawaii.
It can happen here,
and it does all the time.
It happens, but not to people
of our class.
Class!
You're still talking about class?
If I believe anything,
it's that all people are the same.
Of course.
Why, everyone has a white skin
and $20 million, and a Jaguar racer.
Why are you letting her say all this, King?
I know she's not talking for you.
Not about color.
We're talking about marriage.
You know the first thing about it,
you want this boy.
Want him? I have him. And he has me.
But you don't know the second thing.
There's more to marriage
than jumping into bed.
- Especially a marriage like this.
- What do you mean "a marriage like this"?
You look grown up, Sloane. Act it!
Your children will inherit
Manoalani one day.
All of it. This place,
all that goes with it.
We've been in these islands
over a hundred years.
We've never mixed our blood.
Do you know what I'm saying?
I'm afraid I do. But do you?
Maybe Laura was speaking for you.
And if she was, I've just got this to say.
Nobody can kill this for me.
And nobody better try.
You're not my mother.
You're not my father.
You're just my brother!
That's not true. You're everything.
You're the King.
So understand me. Please.
Go ahead, Richard. Write your speech.
You know what
these people want to hear.
Tell them they're as good as you are.
Or tell them that they're better.
They'll believe it.
You've already convinced Sloane.
Hey, this is a public road.
I wouldn't care if it went through
the lobby of the Royal Hawaiian.
I wish it did.
- So you told him.
- How do you know?
- Because I know you.
- You think.
You should have waited for me, Sloane.
That was my job.
You're lucky you weren't there.
Laura was. She's always there.
Okay, Laura's Laura. But I'm still waiting
to hear what your brother said.
The King's the King.
Only tonight, not quite.
Maybe he'll be the King again tomorrow.
He'd better be.
Everyone's got arguments, reasons.
- Dr. Kahana's here.
- Fine.
- Evening, Mr. Howland.
- Hello, Dean.
- You sent for me.
- Yeah, that's right.
We won't need that pill-satchel, though.
I take this along like I do my hand.
Anyway, I know who your pill-man is.
- Dr. Cane.
- Yeah.
I thought maybe one
of your dogs was sick.
- Brandy?
- No, thanks.
Sit down.
Talked to Paul since he got back?
No, I haven't had a chance.
I've been at the hospital.
Good-looking kid, Paul.
Bet he felled them like trees at college.
No student, of course. How long
did it take him to get through? Five years?
- He'll find his spot.
- Sure.
Not as easily as you did, though.
He's got no trade.
Things are breaking better in the islands
nowadays for fellows like Paul.
That is, things besides
playing a ukulele.
I like Paul.
I think he likes me.
I know your mother does.
But you don't, do you?
I've always been very grateful...
for the many things
the Howlands have done for my family.
The job for my father.
The house for my mother.
The education for Paul.
But you never let us do anything for you.
For you personally, that is. Why not?
Let's just say I found out that a man
who makes his own way stays his own man.
Found that out pretty young, then.
You weren't very old
when we first talked to you about school.
When you're of mixed blood, as I am,
you learn some things pretty fast.
That's what I was counting on,
what you've learned.
You know what it means to be
half-white, half-brown. How it feels.
Well, I'll tell you.
My moving parts work, so I don't kick.
- I get by.
- You get by, huh?
You just don't kick. Is that enough?
Now, you never ask a question
unless you really need the answer.
Why do you need this one?
Sloane and Paul want to get married.
That's right, Sloane and Paul.
And it's no good. You agree?
That's for them to decide, isn't it?
You know, that's what I thought I'd say,
but when the time came, I couldn't.
- This is my acceptance speech.
- For the nomination?
News gets around.
I know what this should say:
"These islands are the showcase
of the United States...
"the place where we prove
to all the races of the world...
"that all men are equal in all things.
"This is where we open
all doors to everybody."
- I've heard that speech before.
- I've told other men to make it.
But I don't think I can.
Because I don't believe it.
I thought I did. But I don't.
I find I don't mean all doors.
Not the door to my sister's bedroom.
I could have told you
about yourself a long time ago.
It had to come into my home
before I knew what I really believed.
White's good, brown's good,
but you mix the two together...
- you know what you get?
- Sure. Me.
That's right. You get you.
Let's take a look at you.
A hapa haole, two people jumping around
inside the same skin.
It's so crowded in there
you can't sit, stand, or lie down.
So talk to them. For their own good.
Tell them what they're in for.
And their children.
- Knock some sense into them.
- Why don't you...
if you think that's the way
people get sense?
I don't want to hurt Paul.
I guess I don't want Sloane to hurt me.
All right.
Maybe I don't care about Paul...
but I do about my sister.
So you talk to him, damn it!
Tell him it's no good,
for either of them.
Nope. That's their decision.
And as long as we're facing facts tonight,
let's face another one.
You're not against Paul because he's brown.
That's some of it, but not all.
You're against Paul because he's a man.
What did you say?
You don't want the door
to Sloane's bedroom opened to anybody.
You take your pills
and get out, Doctor.
May I?
Miss Randolph? Dr. Kahana.
I'm on my way to the hospital now.
Doctor, I don't admire your sense,
but I do admire your guts.
Even if I may have to string them
on a barbwire fence some day.
I want this over. Now.
So you use your influence on Paul...
or his guts might wind up on that fence
right next to yours.
- You can't mean you're prejudiced, Kapi.
- Of course I am.
Did you think that prejudice goes
only with white skin?
I always hoped that Paul would marry
among his own people.
But, Mom, you married
a haole once yourself.
Yes. The result was your brother Dean.
Then when my haole died,
I married one of my own kind.
Your father, Paul,
and the result was you.
We even changed Dean's name to Kahana.
I love both my sons,
but this one is different from Dean.
- This one is all Hawaiian.
- Does that make me less than Dean?
No. In that one way,
it makes you much more.
There are only 12,000 people left
in the whole world...
who can call themselves pure Hawaiian.
Once they mix, they're gone.
Kapi, someday, all bloods will be mixed,
and all races gone.
Where's the loss?
I think of my very few people
as old houses in a changing city.
One by one they go...
for larger houses, perhaps,
for houses of newer design...
but where each new one stands,
one of ours is gone.
I can't approve of that.
But what I can't change,
I must accept.
- Will you settle for just a blessing?
- As long as it gets me Paul.
Whenever I hear you opening that door...
I wonder what kind of a look
you'll be wearing.
And what kind am I wearing tonight?
The first one I ever saw.
The one that says,
"Make the world go away."
You always have.
- The world is with you tonight, isn't it?
- Yeah. I'm carrying it right on my back.
You never pry, do you?
Never ask questions.
A woman who doesn't ask questions.
Still, pound for pound,
you're more female than any I ever met.
You'll tell me what you want me to know.
No questions. No demands.
Richard, most women can make the world
go away for a while.
None can make it stay away.
- You have, so far.
- So far.
But few women last.
That's why wise women take out insurance.
What kind? Fire or accident?
Life.
You know, you have a look tonight, too...
- as if you'd just woke up.
- And you like that.
As long as it's only for me.
- I'm in danger of becoming an uncle.
- Becoming an uncle is dangerous?
This kind could be. Very dangerous.
You know,
I'm the last of my name, Mei.
My sister and I are the last of our line.
Her son will own Manoalani one day...
and he has to be the right kind of son.
By the right sire.
You could have a child.
You might even have a son.
I have no intention
of marrying again, Mei.
You should have your own son.
I had a son.
His name was Richard Howland III.
He was 3 years old that day.
His mother had him at Hilo,
playing in the water.
The tide went far out
beyond the breakwater...
left a stretch of sand and coral reef.
There were over a hundred children
playing there, laughing.
While the tide kept going out,
the tidal wave kept coming in.
Two minutes later,
a 40-foot crest smashed into Hilo.
It killed my son and his mother
and 120 others.
I had a son, Mei.
I don't want another.
Deano!
That was waiting for you
all evening at Kapiolani's.
Yeah. I drove up just as you left.
I tried to catch you,
but that Jaguar can really go.
- Well, I heard the news, Sloane.
- What do you think about it?
- You tired?
- No.
Let's walk.
The King must be out.
The dogs always sleep in his room.
- Well?
- Well.
- So that's what you think.
- I haven't thought. I've just reacted.
Everybody's just reacted.
I wish somebody would think.
Just how much thinking have you done?
For instance, what do you know about Paul?
- What do I know?
- That's right.
I grew up with him.
The King asks me
what I know about marriage...
you ask me what I know about Paul.
What do I have to know?
All right, Dean.
Paul's young and he's no genius.
He may never set the world on fire,
as you might some day.
But he sets me on fire.
- And what does he know about you?
- That I burn.
Yeah.
Well, what you know is enough, maybe.
But what he knows isn't.
He knows you were born
to the purple...
but he doesn't know
how well you like to wear it.
Well, that's a switch, isn't it?
What you really mean is,
will I do right by Paul?
Exactly.
Will you run him
the way your brother runs everybody?
Will you be his wife,
or will he be just your husband?
What cave do you live in?
Why is it any worse
for Paul to be just my husband...
than for me to be just his wife?
If somebody's going to wear the shoes,
it'd better be the man.
Especially with you.
Don't forget, Sloane,
I grew up with you, too. And I took notes.
Do you remember the summer you were 15?
Up at the pool, under the waterfall?
Do you remember what you did?
You took off your clothes and dived in.
I remember.
And I wanted you to do the same.
"Come on in, Deano.
" I said, "Come on in."
And why didn't you?
- I almost did.
- But why not? Were you too shocked?
- I bet you'd be shocked right now.
- I wasn't shocked, Sloane.
I wanted to.
Do you know what I would have done
if you had?
I would've scratched
your eyes out and said:
"I hate you, Dean Kahana, I hate you!"
Sure, Sloane.
And I hate you, too.
Deano.
I don't know why,
but you bring out the spitting witch in me.
- One of us must be an awful person.
- Both of us.
I bring out that spitting witch,
but it has to be there to come out.
And that's with just one pair of shoes.
Goodbye, Sloane.
Goodbye? Who's going anywhere?
You are.
Yes, I suppose I am.
Well, we'll see each other around,
but we won't, really, will we?
No.
And just one thing more.
Your brother asked me to speak to you.
- And?
- I spoke. Be happy, Sloane.
Dean. Hi.
- Paul, how is it?
- Great, I guess.
Say, don't doctors ever come home?
I've been waiting hours for you.
Come on in.
Don't you ever knock?
When I have to knock on your door, I don't.
I wait.
Boy, that haole sure leaves
a lot of things lying around.
And you never mind using those things,
do you?
Well, that's what they're here for.
Especially you.
Did you hide your blushing face
and whisper your little secret?
No.
What you going to do?
Just let him find you knitting booties?
- I'll tell him when I'm ready.
- And that'll be?
When I think he's ready.
Brandy should be sipped. Slowly.
Only by the upper crust.
By us crumbs, fast.
Before somebody grabs it.
Bobbie. Why don't you find yourself a job,
and keep it?
You find me one like yours,
and I'll give it a whirl.
Don't say things like that.
What has happened between you and me?
We're the only ones left in our family.
We should be close.
Why don't you stop thinking of me
the way you do?
Living on me the way you do?
Well, I'll tell you. It's like this.
I sing a little.
Nobody wants to listen.
I pick a few strings.
Not good enough to get paid for it.
I got no education. I got no trade.
And I sweat easy.
I got no talent, that's all.
Except for being your brother.
The way I see it,
you sell what you have to sell.
- Here, try those.
- Thanks.
With me, it happens to be
what I can do with a football.
What's that pay these days anyway?
Football?
- Those too big?
- No, just right.
Well, the professionals offered me
$7,000 a season, $1,000 more for signing.
- Yeah, take it?
- I'd have to live on the mainland.
What's that, cruel
and unusual punishment?
It would be for me.
Sloane wants to stay in the islands.
Well, there goes $8,000.
Felipe...
you put the bridle with the Spanish bit
on Miss Sloane's mare.
Yes, sir, Mr. Howland.
Can you match $8,000 in the islands?
They play football here.
I think I can land something.
- Sure you can, for $50 a game.
- $100.
- But I guess that won't buy any Jaguars.
- Not even the license.
I can only give Sloane all I have,
Mr. Howland.
I think that's all
any man can give any woman.
The estate has an opening in Tahiti.
We could send you out there for a year.
- Sloane might like Tahiti.
- Without Sloane.
Think you can handle the buckskin?
I always have.
I know I don't bring much to the Howlands,
but I can tell you this.
I'm not out to take anything away.
- Just Sloane.
- Yes, that's right, just Sloane.
Whatever happened
to those high school friends of yours?
Blue Goose, Sailboat, Rooster? Here.
Don't tell me. I know.
They're working Waikiki, huh?
Milking the malihinis at the Kalapu.
All they got to do is stay happy
and keep their bellies flat.
Of course, one morning they wake up
and they can't see their feet.
You think about Tahiti.
Stay.
Well, that got the kinks out.
Did it get them out of you?
- What did my brother say?
- Some of this and some of that...
but it all added up to,
"Go away, Kahana, you bother me."
What did he hit on?
Race, creed, or condition of servitude?
- He's wondering how we're going to eat.
- The same way he does, we pay for it.
No, that's how you're gonna eat.
It doesn't cover me.
Look, when your brother makes sense,
we've got to make sense, too.
Nothing makes sense
but us getting married.
All he wants is for me to get set first.
He offered me a job in Tahiti.
A year down there, he said--
And just what does Sloane do
all that time?
- Sloane waits.
- You call that sense?
I wanna talk to my brother for a minute.
Do you mind?
Would it matter if I did?
- What did you do to Paul?
- I just talked to him.
- Well, talk to me. I can talk back.
- All right. I'll talk to you.
- Don't try to marry him.
- What do you mean, try?
I'm through talking about it.
I'm going to do it.
Like hell you are.
Kapiolani's giving us our engagement party.
You're invited.
Gods of the mountains,
look down favorably upon our endeavors.
Assure this family
that the animal to be prepared...
will be delectable
from one end to the other.
It's a lovely engagement party.
- Only the King's late.
- Maybe he doesn't think it's an engagement.
He's been told. By me.
Yeah, and that's really being told,
isn't it?
How long have you known?
Long enough to be sure.
You can't have this child, Mei.
You mean you won't allow it?
- I'll send you to see Dr. Cane.
- Don't.
I'll talk to him.
He'll find medical reasons
that'll satisfy him.
He'll find none that satisfy me.
You had a son, you told me.
And you don't want another.
Does that mean you don't want my child?
- Because I want yours, Richard.
- Why?
At first, I wanted it as a tie.
A hold on you.
What did I call it, insurance?
But I don't feel that way anymore.
I want it now...
because it's the only way I can keep you,
even if you leave me.
If I say no to my sister,
I have to say no to myself.
And that's what I'm saying. No.
You are making a mistake
with your sister.
She's making the mistake.
I'm going to stop her.
Any way I can.
Whoever inherits Manoalani when I die,
it's not going to be Paul Kahana's son.
Or mine?
Or yours.
I'm sorry.
I won't be seeing you again.
I'll set up something for you
and the child, a trust fund.
You'll have security.
Love is a gift. Not a sale.
Richard, before you go...
tell me you don't want me anymore.
Tell me, Richard.
No, I won't, because I do.
Damn you, I do.
Now more than ever.
And the mighty man left
with a mighty slam
Like he was trying
to drown something out.
He was, Bobbie.
You told him the gladsome tidings?
Yes, I did.
And the mighty man left
with a mighty slam
Of course, I don't care how he left.
What I want to know is
when he's coming back.
He's not.
Not if I have the child.
So get rid of it.
I'll tell you what I told him. Never.
No cigars? Of course, cigars.
You know, around the mighty man,
it's mighty nice.
Now, let's figure out the angles.
- You're not in this, Bobbie.
- Oh, no?
Why, Sister dear,
I'm your one blood relative.
And I'm the fellow that sees
both sides to any question.
His and hers.
Maybe there's more in it
for us this way.
I mean, a man in politics
like Mr. Howland...
he has to be careful. No scandal.
All kinds of private stuff,
but no public stuff.
Let it get out and bang go the votes.
So he can marry you,
or he can pay for not marrying you.
- Pay big.
- No, Bobbie.
What happened to you?
You started out to hook a fish,
and you hooked him.
- Now he's too big to throw back in.
- I am the one that got hooked.
I'm going to have Richard Howland's baby.
And he doesn't have to pay.
Everybody pays.
That is, everybody who plays.
Now you go shake the cradle,
and I'll go shake the money tree.
You're talking like a crazy boy,
as usual.
And you're not going to do anything,
as usual.
You're wrong!
I'm going to shake that money tree.
Of course,
if I was any kind of a brother...
I wouldn't just shake it,
I'd chop it down.
- Were all these people invited?
- About half of them.
My door is open to everybody,
Miss Beckett.
Everybody seems to be here.
Your face is hanging out, Doctor.
You don't really like it much, either.
You think not?
What are you going to do about it?
I'm going to wish them well.
And I'd advise you to do the same.
No speech, Mr. Howland?
Lot of voters here.
Kind of a captive audience.
Why don't you stand out of the way, son?
You're flying.
Go on. Tell them why Paul Kahana
is good enough to marry your sister...
but my sister isn't good enough
to marry you.
Go on, Mr. Howland.
- Hi.
- Hi, Dean.
Why don't you go get your girl a drink?
Why didn't you bring one?
That wouldn't get me a dance.
Bring three drinks.
I only dance with Paul tonight, Deano.
- Can I get you something, Mom?
- No, thank you. Not for the moment.
Richard, you're not the host here.
- You have no right to take things in--
- Wait, Kapi, later.
I want to talk to Paul.
Happy?
Yes. Very.
You, Deano?
Sure.
Paul!
But what do you mean
my brother has got to remain in custody?
Will I be able to see him
in the morning?
Thank you.
Why do you think
Bobbie Chen wanted to kill you?
I threw him out of Mrs. Kahana's party.
He was drunk.
Not a very strong motive.
As you know, I've heard Chen's story.
It is in direct conflict with yours
on two important points.
Bobbie Chen jumped me.
He had a knife in his hand.
I took it away from him.
He started for me again,
then Paul Kahana got between us.
He was out to stop Chen, I guess.
But Chen kept coming
and pushed Paul against the knife.
He said he went for you only once.
He's a liar.
He differs with you on another point.
His motive.
Is it true that you were intimate
with Bobbie Chen's sister, Mei Chen?
That is none of your damn business.
Is it true that Mei Chen
is going to have your child?
Yes.
You now seem to corroborate Bobbie Chen
on one point.
His motive.
Is it true that you were in conflict
with your sister...
over her coming marriage
to Paul Kahana?
That marriage would never have taken place.
You were in conflict then?
It was wrong.
- I'd have found some way to stop it.
- Perhaps you did.
Mr. Immacona, is it possible
that you'd suggest--
You've already testified,
Miss Beckett.
By your own statement
you did not see what happened.
Could it be possible, Mr. Howland...
that Bobbie Chen is telling the truth
on the other point where you differ?
What do you mean by that?
That Chen went for you only once.
That when you had the knife...
you seized the opportunity
to use it on Paul Kahana?
You are not obliged
to answer these questions, Mr. Howland.
I'll answer that one.
I didn't have to kill Paul Kahana
to stop his marrying my sister.
Miss Howland.
I repeat. This is an informal hearing.
You are not required to testify.
But I must make a decision...
whether to take this case before
the grand jury and ask for an indictment...
or to dismiss it as death
by misadventure.
Have you anything to say
that might help me?
I don't know how it happened or why.
I didn't see it.
By the time I got through the crowd
Paul was dead.
Mrs. Kahana, are you ready
to speak now?
Make it as brief as you can.
She shouldn't be here.
She hasn't been able to talk about it,
even to me.
If you have nothing more to add,
Mrs. Kahana, I won't keep you.
But I do have something to add.
I've kept silent.
Perhaps I should have spoken before.
But I wanted to hear
what has been said in this room.
It was ugly, but it needed to be said.
I was at the gate, Mr. Immacona.
I was very close to the spot
where my son died.
Did you see what happened?
I will always see it.
There was a first attack,
then a second.
My son tried to end it
and he fell back against the knife.
Did you see anything,
anything at all...
to indicate that your son's death
was not an accident?
Nothing.
One eyewitness.
An unimpeachable one.
Death by misadventure.
Ask yourself this, Howland.
Could you have turned that knife away?
Could you have saved Paul
if you wanted to?
Well, Richard.
I expected you, Judge,
but I hardly thought you'd beat me home.
I imagine you know
what we came here to say.
You want me to pull out.
Sorry, not me.
We don't just want to hold an election,
we want to hold office...
and we can't win with you.
Things are changing
in the islands, Richard.
You need a hunting license
before you can kill nowadays.
I've been cleared.
Not with the voters.
You never will be.
Tell me, how did you get so sure
of yourself so young?
You started young,
didn't you, Mr. Howland?
Blanding, if they won't run me,
I'll run myself.
Go ahead and split the party then.
But if we go down trying to back you now
we'll never get up again.
Nothing else we could do, Richard.
I'll be seeing you, Judge.
You'll be back about six months
before your term expires...
with your hand out, palm up.
- Richard.
- That was Blanding.
He wanted me to bow out.
But you know something?
When I bow, I don't like anybody's hand
pushing my head down.
Sloane's taking the 5:10 flight
to Honolulu.
Richard, I'm worried.
I don't think she's coming back.
She'll be back.
As soon as she finds out
she can't stay away.
- How'd you know where I was?
- Word gets around.
Sloane, I want you to go home.
Where's home?
Manoalani. A poor thing, but your own.
It happens to be where my clothes are.
Unfortunately,
that's where my brother is, too.
So I don't live there anymore.
Well, come to our house, then.
Mother would be glad.
You shouldn't be alone.
Don't worry about me.
My name's Howland.
Be perfectly happy with myself.
You know, it doesn't take much
to make us happy.
Just have to own the world,
push it around.
We can do anything.
We can drink.
We can keep a mistress on the side.
We can kill a man! We can do anything!
All right, Sloane.
I know how you feel.
Dean, that's just it. I don't feel.
I don't feel anything.
Paul must have loved me.
I didn't feel anything. Just a blank.
I don't know how to love.
Get out of here!
I didn't ask you to come.
All right, 6:00,
number five warehouse.
I'll be there. Fine.
Richard, I've been trying to get in touch
with Sloane for several days.
I finally got her on the wire.
I hope you left me out of it.
You're already in it.
At any rate, she won't come back.
Don't press it, Laura,
she'll come home when she's ready.
How do you expect her to get over Paul
when you have Mei Chen...
and keep on having her.
Can't you see that?
Mei Chen is my own business.
Mei Chen is...
an outrage.
No man would consider Mei Chen
an outrage.
Only another woman would.
Richard, I'm going back
to the mainland.
Aloha.
This time it's for good.
You're welcome here, Laura.
You'll always be welcome.
I know.
For my sister's sake.
But that's just not good enough
for me anymore.
When she died I came down
to these islands to help you.
I stayed on for myself.
I've cared for you, Richard.
I've cared very, very much.
- Laura, I--
- Please don't say it.
Don't tell me you're sorry.
I don't think you can
really care for anyone, Richard.
Not for Sloane, me, Mei Chen.
Not even yourself.
Maybe that's because too many people
have cared for you too much.
We're no longer a territory
in these islands.
We're a state.
What we do in the immediate future
may decide our destiny for years to come.
I think I know almost every man here.
I don't mean you.
You're a new face.
But some of us are very old friends.
Your families and my family have known
each other for almost a hundred years.
I want your votes.
But I'm not asking for them
as your employer.
I'm asking for them as a man who will
fight for your rights in Washington.
I will fight for you in Washington.
I feel I have a right to be here.
This is my home ground.
Running out, Mr. Howland,
from your good old friends?
Come on, let's get out of here.
Sloane!
Hello, Laura.
You know, the passengers on boats
throw these overboard.
And if they float back to shore, it means
the people will come back someday.
But you don't believe in legends, do you?
As I get older I become less and less sure
of what I believe in, Sloane.
My plane leaves in an hour.
With him?
- Are you really interested?
- No.
Yes, I am. Where are you going, Laura?
And why?
To the mainland.
Where I should have gone a long time ago.
I suppose I'm not the one
to urge forgiveness.
I've never been good at it.
And perhaps forgiveness
isn't even important.
But not being alone is.
Your brother is very much alone.
Sloane, he thought he was right.
So did I.
I still do.
But that doesn't mean
I'm incapable of sympathy.
He thought he was right.
You thought you were right.
I thought I was right.
What's right mean anyhow?
Just depends on who says it,
doesn't it?
I'm sorry I failed with you.
I guess I was trying too hard for myself.
Stop it, Laura.
Most everything wrong between us
could have been me.
I wonder why women like to watch men
doing things like that?
- We're fools, I guess.
- Only in the daytime, dear.
At night, it's the men.
You watch a man tying his tie,
or testing his beard...
for that moment, he's yours.
When a man's testing his beard
he belongs to nobody.
Not even the woman he grew it with.
Why don't men
ever look straight into a mirror?
It's always a half look,
a glancing blow.
You're full of whys this morning...
for the first time since I've known you.
Why?
As much as I like
to watch those things...
things that make you seem to be mine,
you're not mine at all.
And I know it.
You need a child more
than you need me.
Take him when he's born
and make him a Howland. I'll go away.
I don't want the child. I want you.
You cannot have me without him,
but you can have him without me.
I'll do anything for you, Mei.
Not for me, for him.
Anything.
I'll find a home someplace,
a good school, everything.
Everything?
Everything but call him yours.
Wait until he's born.
See then if you want him
more than you do me.
I could not want you and not him.
I'm not very good at begging, Mei.
But I seem to be doing it, don't I?
You will never feel differently
about him?
No.
Then goodbye, Richard.
I never thought
I would be able to say that to you.
But I find I can, after all.
That's goodbye?
For me it is.
Everybody's leaving.
My loving sister, my devoted sister-in-law,
my political party...
my girl.
Why don't you go home to your dogs?
Why don't you give us an advance tip,
Mr. Howland?
- What's your announcement going to be?
- Brief.
Mahalo.
I feel it only fair
to those who would have supported me...
that I give my reasons
for withdrawing from this campaign.
The office that so many of you would have
bestowed upon me is an honored one.
One that I had hoped to fill
with the same tradition and dignity...
that marked my father
during his years as a public servant.
It is a position
of the highest trust...
Better that way.
You listen to him and you're lost.
Give me a martini.
Give us another martini.
...yet I must reject it.
I thank all of those people...
who have written to express
their willingness to support me...
but I regret to say
that my decision must be final.
I have no recommendations
to make to you....
Wherever I am, how did you get here?
This time you sent for me.
- Did I?
- Loud and clear.
- Did I say why?
- No.
Any girl who asks for a man
and doesn't know she's asking...
doesn't have to tell me why. I know.
- I shouldn't be here.
- Stay put.
Diagnosis: not eating enough...
drinking too much. Prognosis: bad.
Think I've got a drinking problem?
Living problem.
Dean!
Bad dream?
Yes.
You've been pretty free
with my name tonight.
Once drunk.
Once in a nightmare.
Back to sleep.
I can just see the King's expression
when you and I walk in hand in hand.
"Congratulate me," I'll say.
"I'm going to be a Kahana after all."
Is that all this means to you?
Just getting even
with your brother? Is it?
What's wrong with getting even
with the King? Nobody ever has.
Somebody should. I hate him, Dean.
I hate him.
With you, hate means love.
- Don't tell me what I mean.
- Somebody has to.
Still the spitting witch,
even in Paul's bed.
It's Paul's bed for you, too.
Last night you didn't care
whose bed it was, did you?
There's a war going on in your head...
and it's up to you who wins it.
If Paul had lived he would have had to
battle your brother for you all his life.
As for me,
I wouldn't sleep well, three in a bed.
- You look lousy.
- You look great.
I mean it. Lousy.
And I mean it, great.
Nothing bothers you, does it?
- Maybe that's the way to be.
- The only way.
Did you ever hear
what your grandfather said?
"Keep your blood pressure down
and your dividends up."
I decided he was right.
Laura's gone.
I saw her before she took off.
You know something, King?
The wrong people want the wrong people...
and they end up running around
the world like a mouse on a wheel.
But not me. Not anymore.
Then I gather you're home for good.
I figured you'd find out
what your name was sooner or later.
I found out. It's not very pretty.
It doesn't have to be pretty
as long as you remember it's Howland.
Look, there are no Howlands out there.
All the Howlands are here.
They're born here,
they live here and they die here.
And when they're buried,
nobody but Howlands mourn.
You'd better get used to that.
I have.
To most people all I am is a dollar sign.
I've given away nearly $3 million
around these islands.
It won't buy a tear.
King, what did they put into us
to make us the way we are?
Or what did they leave out?
And can't we ever change?
Change?
I've had a bellyful of that lately, too.
For you and me, honey,
there's no such thing.
I'm glad you're back.
I had nowhere else to go.
Nowhere I want to go.
You did a good job on me,
like Father did on you...
and his father on him.
You were just a baby when Mother died.
You don't remember her, do you?
I like to think I do.
She was a good person, wasn't she?
What about Mei Chen?
Yeah, Mother was a good person.
She died young.
I expect to live till I'm 90.
I said what about Mei Chen?
Nothing about Mei Chen.
All right.
Fill it up again, King.
It's beautiful.
It's the most beautiful place
in the world.
There's only one thing wrong with it.
There are no people in it.
No one but us Howlands.
Hello.
- I'm Sloane Howland.
- I know.
Would you come in?
I should have come
to see you before...
but it took me a long time
to sort myself out.
Then I was afraid
you wouldn't want to see me.
You were wrong. Would you sit down?
Thank you.
- I knew you would be beautiful.
- You are kind. Not so beautiful.
But I know he's going to be.
Is there anything I can do for you?
Anything you need--
No, thank you.
Your brother has been very generous.
With everything but himself.
He gives what he can.
With us Howlands,
that happens to be money.
- But I'm sure he left you a tip.
- A very large tip.
Of course, exactly the right amount.
Large enough, but not too large.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean that
the way it sounded.
You mustn't be bitter about him.
Rather be sorry for him.
- For my brother?
- I feel sorry for him.
He won't allow himself to be happy.
May I say something?
Be careful you don't become the same.
Maybe we are the same.
Sometimes when I look in the mirror,
I'm not sure which of us looks back.
And I'm beginning to think
neither of us is worth a damn.
Howland.
King, this is Sloane.
I'm calling from the hospital.
Hospital? What are you doing there?
I'm standing in for you.
Mei Chen's having her baby. Your baby.
Nurse. A caesarean.
Would you get me an operating room?
- Yes, Doctor.
- Thank you.
I'm afraid, not of dying,
but that I won't have him.
You'll have him.
You couldn't keep him away.
There. Now try and
rest between the pains.
I don't want to rest.
I just want it over.
What are you thinking?
What I've thought from the beginning.
That this baby shouldn't be born.
If it shouldn't be born,
it shouldn't have been made.
How's it going?
I don't know how it'll go.
Well, if you don't know, who does?
You might ask God.
I know you usually tell him,
but for once, you might ask.
Wait.
- Can I see her?
- All right.
But not too long, please.
I've given her a shot
and she shouldn't talk much.
This time it's hard to see
what kind of a look you're wearing.
It's always the same look.
The one that says
I never can see enough of you.
I've missed you.
Your son doesn't want to be born.
I think he feels unwelcome.
No child wants to be born.
They're smart.
He doesn't know how much I want him.
Enough for both of us.
She didn't make it.
Oh, Dean.
- And the baby?
- A boy.
We took him after she died.
He's all right.
Dean.
When will he be ready to leave?
Well, he came early, and he's small.
It'll probably be several weeks.
King, what about the baby?
Kahana, how did you manage to lose her?
Her heart gave out. You lost her.
We'll take the baby home.
- Won't we, King?
- What?
Sure.
I'll take him till I can find
someplace suitable somewhere.
Well, in case you can't find someplace
suitable, I'll take the boy myself.
I'm short one brother.
He's going to Manoalani.
Something else you should know.
Mei realized from the beginning she was
taking a long chance having that baby...
but she took it.
It ought to pay off for her somehow.
Number one Howland. One foot high.
Coyama, the nurse won't be here
for two or three days.
Do you think we can manage?
What's so hard with a one-foot baby?
I managed you.
People do things differently
these days, Coyama.
But babies do same.
You give them drink, you clean pants,
you powder bottom.
Did you do that for me?
Miss Sloane,
you got number one bottom.
You don't think he's ugly, do you?
No baby ugly. Have to grow up first.
- You dogs.
- Wait...
Brett, Baron, come on, out!
Coyama, where'd you get all this junk?
This junk belong Miss Sloane.
I get it out of closet.
Well, you'll be putting it back soon.
He won't be staying long.
Mr. Howland, that your son
down there, that so?
You didn't answer Coyama.
I never answer Coyama. He answers me.
I'll answer you, though.
Whoever he is, he's not a Howland.
And it doesn't get him Manoalani.
Hang on, buster.
Felipe! Throw the tack on Kio-Kio.
Yes, Mr. Howland.
Kio-Kio could use a good workout.
He's been kicking the stall down.
Well, a lot of things around this place
could use some attention.
Why don't you slap a saddle
on the palomino and come with me?
I'd love to, King, but I've got to
keep an eye on the baby.
Maybe tomorrow.
Just like old times.
King, what do you think
we ought to call him?
The baby.
Who sent for you, Doctor?
Neither of us ever felt better.
Can I talk to you
for a minute, Sloane?
All right.
Make it short, Kahana.
You can't have much to say.
Well?
You know why I'm here.
I tried to stay away, Sloane,
but I couldn't.
Look, I hit you and I'm sorry.
It's been hurting ever since.
You mean you're ready to try....
How did you put it?
Sleeping three in a bed?
I'm ready to sleep two in my bed.
What do you think you're....
I'm telling Sloane I'm going
to marry her.
For the love of God, I've just about
had a gut full of you Kahanas.
And I've had a gut full of you, Howland.
You foul up everything you touch, but
you're not going to wreck Sloane's life.
So even if you haven't got a woman
of your own anymore...
get out of my business and stay out!
It's all you've got left, isn't it?
Brute force.
You look pretty small to me, Howland.
Stop it, King! He's right.
He's right.
You're beating yourself with that whip.
Why the hell do you always try
to put me in the wrong?
Because you're always so damn sure,
and so wrong.
I'm going, King.
And this time I've got a good reason
for not coming back.
Well, go on then!
Take her if that's what she wants.
We're leaving, Coyama.
- You take baby away?
- Yes.
Baby belong here.
Nobody belongs here but my brother.
And when you're ready to leave
you can come to me.
You got a lot to learn.
You have plenty of time to teach me.
Coyama!
Bring that cot thing.
I'm going to get my son.
Yes, Mr. Howland.
And get some new stuff in here.
None of this secondhand junk.
After all, he is half a Howland.