At last, we're alone. Now, listen, bright eyes. No romance. There's something very...

Rick Leland: At last, we're alone. Now, listen, bright eyes. Alberta Marlow: No romance. There's something very interesting over there, Ricky. Rick Leland: Where? What do you mean? Alberta Marlow: T. Oki. It's not the same Oki that came down from Halifax with us. That's another man. Rick Leland: Ah, the heat's getting you, Angel. They all look alike. Alberta Marlow: No they don't either. Not if you examine them closely.

What do you want? l will.... Pathetic, is he not, sir? This rugged individual. Look at him. Eyes without focus, flesh without feeling... ...lips with no tongue, utter decay. He stinks. Mr. Marlow is a thief. A lazy, comfortable, drunken thief. He absconded with his company�s funds. Escaped to Panama with his loot, assumed another identity. Felt conscience-stricken. Mr. Marlow�s dipsomania enabled us to introduce our nationals into his employ... ...under the guise of workers and servants. ln due time, he became a prisoner on, rather than the master of, this plantation. Get up. Get up.